This is the Humdinger Casserole Recipe as Reqested.

Cooked ground turkey well seasoned

Browned onions

10 Frieda’s French style Crepes (Ready to use.) They are in most Super Markets. If you make your own, splendid!!

Two packages frozen chopped spinach drained.

Hands full of Feta cheese and do be liberal

Shaved Parmesan cheese and again be liberal.

Olive oil

Cream, preferably whipping

Salt and season to your preferences

Put olive oil at the bottom and sides of pan. As you form a lasagna type of layering using Freida’s crepes and the filling, remember a very important generous sprinkling of cream on top of crepes before you place filling and you liberally sprinkle the Parmesan cheese. The crepes are stiff and the cream plumps them up.

Feel free to add your special touch. Special touches are what will personalize and create YOUR special version of the Humdinger Casserole.

Bake 35 minutes at 350 degrees and remember if you want a little more of a baked look you can leave the Humdinger to bake an extra 10 minutes.

A Humdinger Casserole can be made in as many different variations as you can think up. Be creative and create one new Humdinger after another.

Fifth Grade Culmination/Graduation in West Hills, California Celebrating our Granddaughter’s Achievement


As you can see, modern technology secures a record of this event for each iPad holder/user, but for me it screened out the event that I so desperately craned and wiggled to see. I know they did not realize that they were being obtrusive and prominently using up my space and the space of others to see their family member culminate/graduate. I enjoy bringing you the above photograph of the experience plus I have added the interior chuckle I have every time I see the iPads using my space or is it theirs once they have taken it?

Well thought out plans had been made for this event and many practice sessions had been conducted; all speeches were committed to memory, the songs well rehearsed, outfits for the event had been searched for and purchased by the celebrated child and family members. As the rewarded volunteers took their front seats, we the others, scrambled for the best leftover seats we could secure.

The prossession began. We were on the wrong side, oh well.  The speeches began and songs sung. The school officials gave appropriate speeches of their love for the children, rewards given, culmination certificates lovingly handed to each child, another song was sung and the procession off to begin a new life began.  The photo on the top is what I saw of the event for most of the time. But I am not one for the back scenes or do I like to sit on the sidelines, so I scrambled, nudged, gently elbowed and jostled myself in position to grab the shots of our granddaughter receiving two awards and her diploma for our family records.

Aside from enjoying and witnessing this charming event I saw so little of, I had an opportunity to feel like I was my mother. She so proudly came to these advancing events for our children and smiled with hugs. Now I am she.

My Sorority Reunion

A Fantasy Photo because the real one is out of reach.

I graduated a U.C. school a long time ago.  The school remains nameless to protect it.  It scares me to even write a date let alone conjure up what all that those many years mean.  I am sure they mean as many things to as many people who are still alive and still have a memory to remember those days.  We scheduled and held a sorority reunion on a lovely, warm, October Saturday afternoon.

Many people who were invited did not come to the event.  I know exactly how they feel; they would rather a Mac truck hit them than attend anything like a reunion.  As I said, I know how they feel, but I feel differently.  Of course the day of the event and some days leading up to it, I hated my hairstyle, worried that I hadn’t maintained my acceptable appearance, my weight was not what I wanted it to be, but hasn’t been for years.  I worried that they would have accomplishments way greater than mine, or that they would have nothing to say to me and I, nothing to them.

Worries and or no worries, the reunion came to pass and many of us from long ago were there.  The ones that did not come won’t know and the ones that did will take away what they needed.  I needed to see that everyone was the same person, with the same hopes dreams and desires even these many years later.  Nothing much has changed; everyone at the reunion was in tact.  The singers sang, the leaders led, and the talkers talked while listeners listened. The doers did and the watchers watched.  Most tooted their own horns while a few shy ones got their horns tooted by good old friends.  Everyone was happy and friendly.  I thought of our dearly departed Judy and how much she would have loved being there with everyone.  After the event, I wanted to call heaven and talk it over with Judy.  She would have loved, absolutely loved some of the stories.  Since she is not here and I can’t call heaven, so I will tell you.

At all of the reunions in the past, one of the gals who will forever remain nameless, goes around secretly and takes the purses of people she wants to sit at her table.  She strategically places them on the chairs surrounding the table that she deems hers.  Every year she takes mine, but this year, she did not, others took my place.  I was surprised, but realized that she, like a mother bird, lets her fledglings go when they are strong enough to fly.  I was thrilled with my new table and made new friends from the old.  I was after all, forty-nine years stronger and able to fly on my own is such a good thing.

Another lady realized that she needed to come to the reunion just to make peace with her self.  Some wanted to use it as a forum for advertising things of a business nature and other venues.  Others wanted to tell of current updates on volunteer and charity opportunities.  One family donated a wing to the new university hospital and wanted us to know.  Some wanted to reconnect with people and others wanted to relive youth and be with their oldest friends.  And probably those who were initially hesitant about attending this reunion realized perhaps this was the event they wouldn’t have wanted to miss.  As songs were sung and hands were held, many wonderful memories were shared along with jovial reminiscing.  Who can argue with that?



Sometimes a party just clicks and it is spectacular from the conception of the idea to the planning stages as well as the event itself. This was one of those magical gatherings of the clan.

Musings: You have an idea that you haven’t used your collection of gorgeous teacups since the major earthquake in 1994 when you gathered them from the broken mess of so much clatter and clutter. You must have a tea party so you can use and enjoy the ones you saved that day. Okay, but what does as traditional English Tea Party, entail?  It entails research. This was the birth of our Tea Party. By the way having an elegant tea party is very fashionable once again.

Get ready: First of all the tea is the star of the event, surrounded by dainty cucumber sandwiches, as well as sandwiches lightly buttered and topped with egg. Another popular tea sandwich is ham and watercress. Cream cheese is used in many combinations to craft and create fun tasty tea sandwiches. To make proper sandwiches, you have to have very thin bread minus the crusts. More