“A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.”

Long time no see! November 21, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — memorykeepersisters @ 3:02 pm

Major things have happened since we last spoke. Major.

I’m a homeowner!!!!!!!!

I purchased my home in early October and i’ve been loving every minute since! ALSO, did i mention i got a new puppy?!?! His name is Buster Bluth Fairchild.

The homebuying process was really stressful and if it weren’t for the following people i’d have lost my mind!

Chris and Rach! Who have listened, helped clean, changed lightbulbs, played with Buster and paint an awesome tree. You guys are the best!

My Bubba and Seester, who got a lot of "uhhh what the heck do i do now?!" calls. I probably got on their nerves real bad but they never told me if i did!

Also I have to thank my Daddy for always telling me to that I can do anything no matter what!

I have had two housewarming parties! One was hosted by Rach and the other one was hanging out the night before a Razorback game, pictures below!

Fancy Party

Fancy Party

Me and Jason tailgating!

This is what it would be like if we were all the same size instead of them being a good foot taller than me!

Bubba and Me

Jami and Jason


 view of the gang tailgating (thanks to Brandi for the photo)

What an awesome couple of months! I can’t wait for the Holiday season with my family and friends and to see some more Arkansas football!!


Urgent Call to Action! September 6, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — memorykeepersisters @ 1:16 pm

I am working on our fundraising activities at my school AJHS in Ashdown, Arkansas. We are collecting Box Tops for Education and Campbells Soup labels (and many other items). During the month of September we are having a huge Box Tops for Education Drive. I am asking everyone I know to collect the Box Tops (they look like small stamps) that are on packages of many things that you buy already. Then place them in an envelope and mail them to me.

I will send you in return a greeting card for you to send to your friends.


My address is:

Jennifer Fairchild

c/o Ashdown Junior High School

600 Ellen Drive

Ashdown, AR 71822


Thank you so much in advance for helping our school!


Worrywart May 26, 2011

Filed under: Disaster Relief,Jodie,Uncategorized — memorykeepersisters @ 1:56 pm

I have a confession…..I’m a worry wart, and on top of that I’m a planner.

When I watch the news lately I feel my worry bone start to itch.  The amount of bad weather we have had recently is staggering. Tornadoes have leveled towns and storms have wreaked havoc across the nation, not to mention the terrible earthquakes that have happened around the rest of the world.

Devastation in Joplin, MO

Incidents like that get this girl thinking. What would I do if something like that happened to me or my family?  I have family that lives an hour away, an hour and a half away, and over two hours away. What would we do if a natural disaster hit? That’s when the “planner” in me starts to come out.  “If bad weather happens in Hope, Big Sister can go check on dad. If bad weather happens in Hot Springs I will go check on Bubser and Bran Ran.” But of course, I was gently reminded by Big Sister that you can’t “plan” for things like that. If devastation occurs you have to pick yourself up and start over.

Well this particular girl is very thankful that my family has been safe through all of these storms but my heart genuinely goes out to those that have not been so fortunate. I can’t imagine what I would do if I were in that same situation but what I do know is this: I can help!

If you want to help those affected by the recent tornado in Joplin, MO please text “Joplin” to 80888 to donate $10 to the Salvation Army or “REDCROSS” to 90999 to donate $10 to the Red Cross disaster relief fund.  You should also check out Convoy of Hope, they are a great organization that provides disaster relief to those in need.

Also, if you are in the Little Rock area and want to help let me know! Old Navy on Chenal is accepting items to donate to Red Cross in Joplin, MO. You can help by donating the following items: water, Gatorade, formula, new underwear for adults & kids, diapers, socks, granola bars, individual snacks, chapstik, cat and dog food, batteries, hairbrushes, shampoo, body wash, razors, and plastic ware.

Lastly, you can donate to your local Red Cross by visiting their website.

” Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.” – Philippians 4:6



Oh! The places you will go! (on a Saturday!) May 15, 2011

Big Sister came up on Friday night and we decided to go out on the town early Saturday morning. We started out early Saturday morning by going to the Argenta Farmers Market.  It was also the Arkansas Food Bloggers Bake Sale so we got delicious Arkansas grown fruits and vegetables but we also got some sweet treats from this blogger.

After the farmers market we went to the Old Mill to goof off and take some pictures. It felt so great outside, it was nice to get out and enjoy it. I love the Old Mill and hopefully I will do a “real” shoot there soon!

The Old Mill

After the Old Mill we went to the Painted Pig in the Heights and met up with Tim to do some pottery painting. I love doing this, I painted a plate in 2005 and I still use it every time I make myself a “fancy” meal, and it still looks great. Big sister painted a sock monkey, Tim painted an owl, and I painted a surprise for a good friends upcoming birthday! It was fun and really affordable I recommend going to the Painted Pig to have some fun!

After the Painted Pig we went to the Clinton Library and Museum to go to the Hidden Art of Dr. Suess exhibit, but first we were starving so we ate at “Forty Two”. It was so good, and affordable! I had fantastic grilled cheese and smoked applewood bacon panini and house made chips, it was fantastic. The Dr. Suess exhibit was pretty neat and showed some of his earlier advertising work. Also, there was an exhibit titled “Revolution and Rebellion: Wars, Words, and Figures”. It was interesting because this exhibit were figurines of historical people. It was neat but they were eerily accurate and I don’t know exactly how I feel about that.

Figurines that gave me the willies.

After that, it was time for a nap! Even as I write, I have red stained hand from chopping up fresh strawberries and I’m watching big sister sleep on my couch, which is a pretty good way to wind up a Saturday.

Did you do anything exciting?

Here are more photos from our exciting day:



Grief Sucks May 12, 2011

Filed under: Death,Grief,Jennifer,Tradition,Uncategorized — memorykeepersisters @ 9:45 pm

I adopted a puppy in March, I didn’t want to, but I had to. In October of 2010, my dog Puddin was killed by a careless driver who didn’t have the common courtesy to stop and let me know.  Over the next few months I grieved over that dog so much that I seriously considered seeking professional help.  Grief is hard.  And what’s worse is that when you grieve no one wants to talk to you about it. Your friends want to talk you out of it. They don’t want to hear about it, they want to steer clear of it. And that is what makes it so much harder.


Even as I am writing this, I worry that I will bum you out and you will stop reading. I lost my mother in 2006 and I have had friends who lost their parents at young ages. Losing a parent, at any age, makes you realize the importance of life and love. It makes you shorten the distance between your friends. It makes you want to hold on to the important people and get rid of all the negative stuff.

But why did I HAVE to adopt a puppy? To put it simply my dog and my cat were grieving and I didn’t know what to do.  Babydoll saw Puddin’s  “accident” somewhere in her she knew he was hurt. But do dogs comprehend death?  I think on some level they must. After my mother passed away you could see the look in Lexie’s eyes (my parents/sister’s beloved dog) and you could tell that she knew someone was missing from her home. After Puddin was gone both my dog and my cat seemed sad. Maybe it was just me and my anamorphic tendencies, but I could feel that they weren’t happy.  Babydoll who would sleep most nights in the den with Puddin, now insisted on sleeping next to me. Luci would come to me and cuddle and would try to wrestle Babydoll.  I couldn’t stand it anymore and so I adopted Cinnamon.

That is what makes humans fortunate, is that we can express our grief. But the unfortunate truth is that as a society, we shun grief. We treat it as if it were taboo. We whisper about our friends, “Oh you know her husband died.” And that is our cue to not mention it. We hide it behind fake smiles. We bury it with the dead. Christians, such as myself, tell ourselves that our family members are not dead, they are waiting for us. But that’s all good and well until you feel lonely.  We watch programs about ghosts. But those ghosts are from the 1900s. Yesterday’s ghosts are waiting until we are old enough not to care about them, not to grieve for them personally.  That’s why you don’t see horror movies about the 1990s. No scary September 11 ghosts. We still grieve, we still care. We are still actively shutting it out of our minds.

I made these last sets of cards with a more serious frame of mind. I thought about how pretty they needed to be. They couldn’t be the happy robots or sockmonkeys. I hope you like them. Remember to take a look at my etsy shop, visit my new website,  and to love your friends and family while you have them.  And when all else fails, go adopt a dog.


The Music of a Good Storm May 4, 2011

Filed under: Jennifer,Jenuine Memories,Storms,Uncategorized — memorykeepersisters @ 2:49 pm

No one can truly remember their childhood with any degree of accuracy. I can only imagine that I was a handful due to the enormous lengths that my parents went to keeping me calm.  From toys to food, to surprises and elaborate rituals; my parents would stop at nothing to keep me tranquil. And no other situation required more calm and quiet than during a thunderstorm.  And their favorite method of keeping me quiet was to play an 8track called Mystic Moods, “One Stormy Night”. I remember this 8 track very clearly. It was a pale blue and featured cover art of a bare-chested man with broad shoulders  holding a bare-chested woman. His hands were placed so cleverly across her chest that one could only see her smooth shoulders and small belly beneath. The two were behind a window and the rain was falling down around them.  I didn’t know at the time that this was baby making music. To me it was a form of audio camouflage. The album itself featured the sounds of a thunderstorm playing over the sounds of music. You could hear the sound of a needle scratching the surface of a record. (Something my brother and sister are too young to even remember.) It was as if you were in a cabin in the woods, under a tin roof, and a record of slow music playing in the background. At one point a train could be heard rumbling in the night through some distant trees. Now it sounds romantic, but as a child, it was so much easier. It was rain, it was thunder, and it couldn’t hurt me. It was only a recording.

One Stormy Night Album Cover

We didn’t just listen to this during storms. After all it was the 70s, long before cable television, the internet and facebook, people sat and even laid around listening to music. Groovin was a state of mind that one could obtain without drugs. And listening to the sounds of a thunderstorm without a thunderstorm kept me prepared.  As soon as I heard thunder, I wanted to hear my record and I would run to the living room and press the 8-track into the player. It was calming. It worked every time.

But one storm sticks out in my memory and for that storm I was without my 8track. It was Christmas 1982. I found online that it killed three people.  I remember it because I wasn’t at home this particular Christmas. My cousin Brian, and my Uncle Lanson and very pregnant Aunt Renee had come down to spend the holidays with us and we stayed at my grandparents house in Texarkana.  What stands out in my memory is the color of the sky, the pale green of an Easter egg. The magnolia tree seemed to wave excitedly and throw its remaining cones onto the ground. We stood on my grandparents carport and watched the clouds dance  and then at one instant my Pepaw got all of us into the stairwell and we waited. My parents weren’t scared, and I wasn’t that scared but I remember the look of fear in my Pepaw’s eyes.

Scary Stormy Skies

And I guess that’s why to this very day, I can’t stand it when the sky turns green and the trees seem to bend and bow.  And even now when I think about a good storm, I think about that soft train, the rain on a tin roof and an 8track of Mystic Moods and while a storm may rage outside, I am inside safe and warm.  All because my parents couldn’t stand to see me cry.

During the last storm I made these little guys and watched channel 12’s meteorologist nearly pee on himself with excitement!


The Monster at the End of this Blog. April 29, 2011

Filed under: A little bit crazy,Adorable,Jodie,Sesame Street,Uncategorized — memorykeepersisters @ 6:07 pm

Recently I was asked what my favorite book from childhood was.  At first I replied that I had no favorite book from childhood (mostly because I feel like I was born an eighteen year old adult and my parents never treated me any differently).  After a few seconds a huge smile crept across my face and I remembered the book my sister would read to me when I was little: The Monster at the End of this Book, starring loveable, furry old Grover!

Now, let me tell you, my sister was a woman of a thousand voices growing up and part of what made this book so exciting was her spot on impression of Grover.

The book begins with Grover letting you know that there is a monster at the end of the book. Throughout the book he builds walls, he ties the pages with rope,  and builds a brick wall but page after page you turn he gets more and more upset!

I’m not going to tell you what happens at the end, how could I? That would be terrible! BUT you can find out for yourself here.

What was YOUR favorite book from childhood?