Jane Rae

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Category: family


What am I even doing?

Who am I kidding?

Myself, I hope, with all of this Negative Self Talk.

Be nice to my friend Jane;

I love her and I kinda like her.

She can be really fun.

Bounce Remixes, Visited

Bounce artists will remix anything and instantly make it so much better.

Tracy Clayton

Listening to these for the rest of the day now. Thank you, Tracy1!




1Shout out to my favorite podcast: Another Round with Heben & Tracy. Woot!!

Grandma’s Stories, Part II

Summers were great when I was a kid. Spud had a banty (?) hen and he lived across the alley on the next street over. That little hen died and all us kids in the neighborhood had a funeral for it. Donas, Ruth, Aileen, Bonnie, Geraldine, Spud was the preacher. We rode bicycles, walked, rode on in wagons for days until the hen was stinking so bad–Spud’s mother made us bury it.

We also played basket ball, roller skated & roasted potatoes in the alley–played anti-over–went to Sunday nite youth group at the Turner Bapt Church.

We also all got together & walked to Argentine for the 10¢ movie

We had a lot of “medicine shows” come to town & stay a week or so. Some of us kids performed in their talent shows. Once I won 50¢ for singing “Cowboy Joe.”

We played a lot of basket ball in the pasture land across the st. and used hard cow pods for our base. I was always tearing my overalls on barb wired fence and Hazel Donas mother mended them.

We went fishing a lot. My dad was a night watchman at the sand plant down by the river. Our families–Vernon & I and Mom would go and take a big picnic–I played in big piles of sand & my dad sat our fish lines. We made a lot of homemade ice cream. Earned money picking raspberies, bunching radishes for the small farmers around us. We had a lot of chores to do, one of mine was to empty [the water] that dripped in the ice box but some time I forgot and it ran all over the kitchen floor. I got in trouble for that.

We always went to church so we had lots of activities there.

My grandpa Buchanan lived at the Old Solders home in Lansing, KS–so we went to see him a lot.


As written by Vivian Leat, circa 2014-15, and given to Jane Rae Hahn Leat Coe


“To be mature you have to realize what you value most. It is extraordinary to discover that comparatively few people reach this level of maturity. They seem never to have paused to consider what has value for them. They spend great effort and sometimes make great sacrifices for values that, fundamentally, meet no real needs of their own. Perhaps they have imbibed the values of their particular profession or job, of their community or their neighbors, of their parents or family. Not to arrive at a clear understanding of one’s own values is a tragic waste. You have missed the whole point of what life is for.”

- Eleanor Roosevelt

What she’s getting at is that having it all in life is about choosing wisely, not about cramming in everything indiscriminately. I’m trying more and more to follow her advice, and my life is absolutely improved for these efforts. The values I strive for include love, family, generosity, equality, artistic expression, and gratitude.

What are your essential values?

Grandma’s Stories, Part I

When my grandma, Vivian Leat (neé Buchanan), was a little girl living in Turner, Kansas, her Aunt Ada made her a dress for the Christmas play. Aunt Ada was a skilled seamstress, and she told Vivian’s mama, and Ada’s sister, Mollie Emiline, that if Mollie could come up with the money to buy a length of material, Ada would sew Vivian’s dress. So Vivian picked out her pattern from a catalog, and her mama paid no more than a dollar and a half for the length of silky blue fabric Aunt Ada used make the dress.

Vivian was in first grade, and she thought her dress was just beautiful. Most of her dresses were made by her mama from feed sacks, and those were lovely as well. Everything in those days was sewn by hand, at home. It was the Great Depression, and as Grandma said, “we were poor, but we didn’t know it.”

Vivian had one of the main parts in the Christmas play that year: she sang “Santa Claus is Coming to Town,” all by herself. She wore a costume dress made of crêpe paper and stood in front of the curtain to sing her solo, as the sets were being changed behind it.

Grandma and I spent this past Wednesday talking, baking pumpkin bread, looking at photos, and of course, watching The Price is Right. We remembered my Grandpa, Bill Leat, together, whom Grandma refers to interchangeably and endearingly as Grandpa, Bill, and Dad. He was a force, and a personality, as is she. I feel supremely fortunate to have their experience, love, and advice to give me strength and direction in my own life. I love you both, so much, and I’m so thankful to be part of your family.

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