Exploring Muskogee

I have found a sweet place to stop and relax in Muskogee! It is called Harmony House –  Eatery and Bakery. The tables are covered with bright old fashioned tablecloths and the settings mix and match like the salt and pepper shakers. The proprietress has created a charming little hideaway in the front rooms of this fine old mansion house.

A corner cupboard displays china teapots. Large windows let sunlight in through white lace curtains. Can you believe this great huge front door? The windows were over sized also.

I ordered the Wednesday special which was Chicken Tetrazinni with a fresh delicious salad, hot rolls, and iced tea. There was a treat of four quarter cookies of different flavors arranged on a saucer at each plate so to tempt one to purchase a dozen from the bakery. A lady dining at the next table was served a strawberry cupcake that was a work of art. Even though the cookies I ate (oatmeal with raisin and walnuts) were delicious, I wished I had ordered a cupcake.
 
This is one of the dining rooms. A porch is being renovated and fitted for outdoor dining and breakfast will soon be added to the luncheon menu. A drive-in window will allow you to purchase bakery items. The stained glass bird art piece covered a large window.
 
 
The Harmony House eatery and Bakery is an
impressive white house with a columned porch and two majestic lions guarding the entrance. It is located at 
 208 S 7th St. (From Okmulgee street heading east, pass the library and turn on 7th and south a block). The phone number is 918-687-8653.
If you know me you know, I loved all the flowers best of it all.

Exploring Muskogee

I have found a sweet place to stop and relax in Muskogee! It is called Harmony House –  Eatery and Bakery. The tables are covered with bright old fashioned tablecloths and the settings mix and match like the salt and pepper shakers. The proprietress has created a charming little hideaway in the front rooms of this fine old mansion house.

A corner cupboard displays china teapots. Large windows let sunlight in through white lace curtains. Can you believe this great huge front door? The windows were over sized also.

I ordered the Wednesday special which was Chicken Tetrazinni with a fresh delicious salad, hot rolls, and iced tea. There was a treat of four quarter cookies of different flavors arranged on a saucer at each plate so to tempt one to purchase a dozen from the bakery. A lady dining at the next table was served a strawberry cupcake that was a work of art. Even though the cookies I ate (oatmeal with raisin and walnuts) were delicious, I wished I had ordered a cupcake.
 
This is one of the dining rooms. A porch is being renovated and fitted for outdoor dining and breakfast will soon be added to the luncheon menu. A drive-in window will allow you to purchase bakery items. The stained glass bird art piece covered a large window.
 
 
The Harmony House eatery and Bakery is an
impressive white house with a columned porch and two majestic lions guarding the entrance. It is located at 
 208 S 7th St. (From Okmulgee street heading east, pass the library and turn on 7th and south a block). The phone number is 918-687-8653.
If you know me you know, I loved all the flowers best of it all.

Daffodils Mean Spring!

 I will speak using stories; I will tell secret things from long ago.
Psalm 78:2

Daffodils seem to burst out of nowhere. I love them. (Notice how different these two types are.) I go looking for them every spring – watching for them in flowerbeds and through the countryside, even where no house stands.

The first story I wrote for publication was about finding daffodils around and old root cellar on a piece of land where a log house once stood. There were so many of the flowers on long hollow stems. I picked too many. I couldn’t carry them all and dropped a few on my way back to the car. The flowers were like a gift from some distant pioneer woman. I felt kinship to her as a mother and housewife.

The abandoned home site was like a mystery – a secret from the past.

Later, I learned the real story of the place and I met that woman’s grandson, her great grandson, and her great -great granddaughter. Really!

I learned some amazing facts about the homestead. I learned about the log house which once sat on the spot had been built from logs from the banks of the Deep Fork River. Each log was dragged to the site by slow and powerful oxen. It took two years to get enough wood to finish the house.

The family of nine, who had come by wagon from Haskell County, lived in and around the wagon for that long time. They endured some miserable weather while they built a chicken coop and shed and planted crops. Later, the patriarch of the family invested in the building of a schoolhouse for the community. The Evening Star School was born in 1913.

In 1930, when a larger school building was built of brick, the old schoolhouse was sold and moved by a team of mules to the land I now live on. (Really again!) Another small house and a porch and second story were added. So, here I am living in the Evening Star School and it is a school again for my children. I love the stories of real pioneers and at last I am a part of one.

We hosted a pioneer camp here one fall for the homeschooled children. We cooked our pioneer meals outside on the fire, washed on a washboard, dyed cloth, ground corn, and made cornhusk dolls.We used an old metal shed we found on the back of the acreage as a “one room schoolhouse,” where students figured and practiced spelling on slates. When we told the story of the house to the students, one little boy was thrilled. “Awesome, Mrs. Hollis,” he piped up, “Your house is history!”

Keep your eyes open for daffodils and you’ll find spring and maybe a story too!

Daffodils Mean Spring!

 I will speak using stories; I will tell secret things from long ago.
Psalm 78:2

Daffodils seem to burst out of nowhere. I love them. (Notice how different these two types are.) I go looking for them every spring – watching for them in flowerbeds and through the countryside, even where no house stands.

The first story I wrote for publication was about finding daffodils around and old root cellar on a piece of land where a log house once stood. There were so many of the flowers on long hollow stems. I picked too many. I couldn’t carry them all and dropped a few on my way back to the car. The flowers were like a gift from some distant pioneer woman. I felt kinship to her as a mother and housewife.

The abandoned home site was like a mystery – a secret from the past.

Later, I learned the real story of the place and I met that woman’s grandson, her great grandson, and her great -great granddaughter. Really!

I learned some amazing facts about the homestead. I learned about the log house which once sat on the spot had been built from logs from the banks of the Deep Fork River. Each log was dragged to the site by slow and powerful oxen. It took two years to get enough wood to finish the house.

The family of nine, who had come by wagon from Haskell County, lived in and around the wagon for that long time. They endured some miserable weather while they built a chicken coop and shed and planted crops. Later, the patriarch of the family invested in the building of a schoolhouse for the community. The Evening Star School was born in 1913.

In 1930, when a larger school building was built of brick, the old schoolhouse was sold and moved by a team of mules to the land I now live on. (Really again!) Another small house and a porch and second story were added. So, here I am living in the Evening Star School and it is a school again for my children. I love the stories of real pioneers and at last I am a part of one.

We hosted a pioneer camp here one fall for the homeschooled children. We cooked our pioneer meals outside on the fire, washed on a washboard, dyed cloth, ground corn, and made cornhusk dolls.We used an old metal shed we found on the back of the acreage as a “one room schoolhouse,” where students figured and practiced spelling on slates. When we told the story of the house to the students, one little boy was thrilled. “Awesome, Mrs. Hollis,” he piped up, “Your house is history!”

Keep your eyes open for daffodils and you’ll find spring and maybe a story too!