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Boulder Dam'/><category term='B&apos;s collection'/><category term='vintage crystal'/><category term='CJ'/><category term='Lana'/><category term='boiler'/><category term='bar'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Davy'/><category term='butterfly'/><category term='Mom and Dad'/><category term='altered art'/><category term='greeting card'/><category term='china'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Yanni concert'/><category term='Navy'/><category term='art journal'/><category term='turquoise'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='house in town'/><category term='totems'/><category term='powder box'/><category term='Avon'/><category term='Bertha and Lyle'/><category term='Nutcracker'/><category term='box'/><category term='pheasants'/><category term='nylons'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='mirror'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='new coats'/><category term='vintage jars'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='doll'/><category term='Kendall'/><category term='porcelain doll'/><category term='feed sacks'/><category term='gift from Dad'/><category term='Hixon family'/><category term='vintage toy'/><category term='snuff bottle'/><category term='pumpkin bread'/><category term='Hummel'/><category term='South Dakota'/><category term='jewelry chest'/><category term='40&apos;s homestead'/><category term='high school'/><category term='conservatory'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='stairwell gallery'/><category term='salt and pepper shakers'/><category term='sock animal'/><category term='Christmas card'/><category term='butter bowl'/><category term='key'/><category term='blue rhinestone necklace'/><category term='jardiniere'/><category term='Yanni'/><category term='watch box'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='treaure chest'/><category term='bowl'/><category term='Fridgidaire'/><category term='candy dish'/><category term='Shirley'/><category term='porch post'/><category term='Hanle'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='we three'/><category term='brass'/><category term='house on Hubby farm'/><category term='dish towels'/><category term='Lottie'/><category term='skunks'/><category term='Blenko glass?'/><category term='award'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='hankie'/><category term='Germany'/><category term='Century Farm'/><category term='Asian'/><category term='oil lamp'/><category term='70&apos;s glamor shots'/><category term='Rose'/><category term='clock'/><category term='generations'/><category term='Victrola'/><category term='Cinnabar perfume'/><category term='Delores'/><category term='hats'/><category term='cake topper'/><category term='4-H club'/><category term='radish bowls'/><category term='Bike'/><category term='snow'/><category term='cup and saucer'/><category term='rhinestones'/><category term='green depression glass'/><category term='rifles'/><title type='text'>MEMOIRS OF A WILD ROSE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7808169750589045840</id><published>2011-10-23T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:40:41.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porcelain doll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom&apos;s doll'/><title type='text'>Mom's Porcelain Baby Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This little bisque porcelain doll was in one of Mom's dresser drawers ever since I can remember !! &amp;nbsp;The doll was a gift to Mom from her sister, Bertha, in 1928 when she was 14 years old. &amp;nbsp;There is a hand written note in the box that says so -- I wrote that note when I talked Mom into letting me have the doll back in the 1980's... she went from Mom's dresser drawer to one of mine !! &amp;nbsp;She measures a bit more than 6 inches long and Made in Japan is stamped on her back. &amp;nbsp;It seems like the first time I ever saw her when I was a kid, she was in pieces -- &amp;nbsp;I pulled her arm out a bit and the elastic looks newer, so, I think Mom made some repairs to her at some time. &amp;nbsp;There is not a chip or crack anywhere on her, so Mom took special care of her. &amp;nbsp;The papers packed around her are vintage Ohio newspaper ads and the box is from Wee Walker brand baby shoes -- I remember Mom buying this brand for my baby brother and also, for you... "They don't make boxes like this anymore" holds true here once again -- when I googled Wee Walker baby shoes, some were listed on ebay, but, none in yellow boxes. &amp;nbsp;Another true treasure to be stored in my "treasure chest".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7808169750589045840?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7808169750589045840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7808169750589045840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7808169750589045840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7808169750589045840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/10/moms-porcelain-baby-doll.html' title='Mom&apos;s Porcelain Baby Doll'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLu6z-OXamU/TqRnC7oagVI/AAAAAAAABJ0/QOOmddaZFsQ/s72-c/porcelain+doll+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-1283837783441970989</id><published>2011-10-10T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:27:56.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B&apos;s collection'/><title type='text'>For the Love of Bowls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VR6zPv6Rk2U/TpNNSxMdhsI/AAAAAAAABJI/JDC9wnhpEf8/s1600/for+blog+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VR6zPv6Rk2U/TpNNSxMdhsI/AAAAAAAABJI/JDC9wnhpEf8/s320/for+blog+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a beautiful Waterford signed "leaf" bowl, purchased at that auction I like to go to. &amp;nbsp;It still has the original price tag on the bottom -- I did not give anywhere near that for it, by the way !! It resides on the storage shelves in my china cabinet. &amp;nbsp;I have no idea its age or history - I just knew that it had to go to my home when it came up for bidding. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully, I will have occasion to use it one day !! While I have been in the process of "fall house cleaning", it has come to my attention that I have a "thing" about things that start with the letter "B" !! &amp;nbsp;I have always thought of my "collections" as the Three B's --- bears, boxes, and books ( altered ones, of course) -- it seems there are a few more "B's", one of them being bowls -- we both love them, then there are the butterflies, the bells, the brass, and the bottles (perfumes and a few other vintage ones). &amp;nbsp;There are butterflies over the front door, on the living area wall, in the upstairs bathroom and a few others "flitting" here and there. &amp;nbsp;Lovely creatures !! &amp;nbsp;There are not too many bells -- just a few in the china cabinet. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately, not a LOT of brass - my favorite piece is the Korean temple bell that sits on top of the china cabinet (12/2/08). &amp;nbsp;AND, the bottles ?? &amp;nbsp;They are here, there and everywhere -- one just has to turn around, look, and you will probably see one or more !! &amp;nbsp;So, I guess it has become the "8 B's" !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-1283837783441970989?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1283837783441970989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=1283837783441970989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1283837783441970989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1283837783441970989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-love-of-bowls.html' title='For the Love of Bowls'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VR6zPv6Rk2U/TpNNSxMdhsI/AAAAAAAABJI/JDC9wnhpEf8/s72-c/for+blog+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2226332180264455485</id><published>2011-10-03T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:09:32.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing basket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4-H club'/><title type='text'>Sewing Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhlXh-kK-q4/TooWOAZAD_I/AAAAAAAABJA/qVr0QyMcRd0/s1600/for+blog+140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhlXh-kK-q4/TooWOAZAD_I/AAAAAAAABJA/qVr0QyMcRd0/s200/for+blog+140.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rSYo3wzGKI/TooWWaAaryI/AAAAAAAABJE/_5OjXY9LcMU/s1600/for+blog+145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_rSYo3wzGKI/TooWWaAaryI/AAAAAAAABJE/_5OjXY9LcMU/s200/for+blog+145.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The H's on the clover leaf logo of the 4-H Clubs of America, stand for Head, Hands, Heart and Health. &amp;nbsp;There is a pledge recited at the beginning of each meeting that goes, "I pledge my head to clearer thinking, my heart to great loyalty, my hands to larger service, and my health to better living, for my club, my community, my country and my world". &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure that I understood that completely at age 10, but, I couldn't wait to be that age and join my sister in this club that met once a month to do projects and make plans for future projects. Most every township of each county in Iowa had a club. &amp;nbsp;We lived in Marcy township, but, were members of the next township to the south of where we lived - it was Peoples Township and our club was called People's Peppy Pushers. &amp;nbsp;Marcy Merry Makers were closer to home, but, Mom was acquainted with more of the farmer's wives in the People's club, plus most of the girls were closer to our age. &amp;nbsp;Each month, the meeting was held at one of our homes and to me, it was always a "big thing" when it was our turn to have it our house. &amp;nbsp;We purchased specialty paper napkins, decorated and filled those little "nut cups" with mints and nuts, planned a special dessert and punch for refreshments, and, of course, in those days, we "dressed up" for those meetings, so, we had to plan what we were going to wear !! &amp;nbsp;Everyone had a "sewing basket" and this little woven wicker, satin lined one was mine -- it served me well for many years, holding the essential sewing tools, spools of thread, pins and needles, plus other miscellaneous items. &amp;nbsp;In recent years, it had been used as a place to keep all the things I would need when I gave myself a manicure and pedicure. Since I now consider it to be an "antique collectible", it now rests in the "memory box". &amp;nbsp;I think the first two pairs of scissors, a fabric shears and a small thread snipper, are in a sewing table drawer -- when I come across them, they will find a new home in this basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2226332180264455485?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2226332180264455485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2226332180264455485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2226332180264455485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2226332180264455485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/10/sewing-basket.html' title='Sewing Basket'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhlXh-kK-q4/TooWOAZAD_I/AAAAAAAABJA/qVr0QyMcRd0/s72-c/for+blog+140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2036031823474986413</id><published>2011-09-25T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T05:59:06.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinnabar perfume'/><title type='text'>Perfume Bottle Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r6PnGx9WqPM/Tn92_UazEiI/AAAAAAAABII/aNBsBML5W-g/s1600/for+blog+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r6PnGx9WqPM/Tn92_UazEiI/AAAAAAAABII/aNBsBML5W-g/s200/for+blog+004.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYs1PXr4yok/Tn93lz_yB4I/AAAAAAAABIM/MqvaglAtrgE/s1600/for+blog+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYs1PXr4yok/Tn93lz_yB4I/AAAAAAAABIM/MqvaglAtrgE/s200/for+blog+107.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;I'm not sure when or why I fell in love with small decorative perfume bottles !! &amp;nbsp;A couple of years ago, I looked at the printer's boxes, the china cabinet, and on an antique meat platter (belonged to my &lt;/span&gt;G'ma &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Han&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;) on a shelf in my upstairs bathroom and &amp;nbsp;counted 88 bottles. I think there may be a few more, though -- &amp;nbsp;it may be time for a recount !! These are only a few and they are the ones in the china cabinet. &amp;nbsp;Most of these were gifts from you and Willa. &amp;nbsp;Some of them are old, most are newer -- the green one in the center photo, I purchased at an antique store in &lt;/span&gt;Pahrump&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;--the silver one in the bottom photo, I purchased at an antique mall here in town. I think some of the newer, decorative ones came from there, also. &amp;nbsp;I didn't keep a record of where each and every one came from -- maybe, I should have. &amp;nbsp;Some of them do have a memory attached, though !! Years ago, I loved wearing Cinnabar perfume -- your Dad liked it on me, too !! &amp;nbsp;The bottle on the bottom left in the second photo, was in a gift box along with a perfume spray, bath talc and lotion in that scent - a present from from your Dad !! &amp;nbsp;This may have been where the love of the small vials started !! &amp;nbsp;Or, was it that mini Opium perfume bottle?? (displayed in one of my printer's boxes, post 11/20/08)-- that was in a gift box from him, also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2036031823474986413?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2036031823474986413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2036031823474986413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2036031823474986413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2036031823474986413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/perfume-bottle-collection.html' title='Perfume Bottle Collection'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r6PnGx9WqPM/Tn92_UazEiI/AAAAAAAABII/aNBsBML5W-g/s72-c/for+blog+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8618437546099068895</id><published>2011-09-18T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T11:36:53.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lefton vases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Little Vases</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2njOVRFjFk/TnY2ZY7-O6I/AAAAAAAABHU/-wPDJuIiRws/s1600/for+blog+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2njOVRFjFk/TnY2ZY7-O6I/AAAAAAAABHU/-wPDJuIiRws/s320/for+blog+061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was going through and cleaning out the storage part of my china cabinet and found many things I had forgotten about. &amp;nbsp;Out of sight, out of mind, it seems !! These two sweet little 4" tall Lefton&amp;nbsp;bisque&amp;nbsp;china vases were part of the collection on those shelves. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure about the origin - I just know they were among my Mom's treasures in the colonnade cabinets in that big old farm house -- not antique, but, date back to the 70's or 80's. &amp;nbsp;I made room for them on one of the glass shelves -- I couldn't hide them back in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8618437546099068895?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8618437546099068895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8618437546099068895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8618437546099068895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8618437546099068895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-vases.html' title='Little Vases'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2njOVRFjFk/TnY2ZY7-O6I/AAAAAAAABHU/-wPDJuIiRws/s72-c/for+blog+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-462048065994394017</id><published>2011-09-14T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:37:00.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snuff bottle'/><title type='text'>Antique Snuff Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfkbRjK2SIw/TnDUOcBOF5I/AAAAAAAABG8/ULJB_bmZDug/s1600/for+blog+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfkbRjK2SIw/TnDUOcBOF5I/AAAAAAAABG8/ULJB_bmZDug/s320/for+blog+014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This antique Asian snuff bottle mysteriously showed up in my china cabinet !! &amp;nbsp;I don't know the history of the bottle, but, it is in perfect condition. &amp;nbsp;My brother had been here from Iowa for a visit. &amp;nbsp;A couple of weeks after he left, I was looking at the collection of things I have in that cabinet, saw this and wondered "what in the world is that" ?? Anyway, I gave him a call to thank him as I knew that was where it came from. &amp;nbsp;His response was "you just now seeing it"? &amp;nbsp;Donald is one to surprise a person every so often with his generosity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-462048065994394017?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/462048065994394017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=462048065994394017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/462048065994394017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/462048065994394017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/antique-snuff-bottle.html' title='Antique Snuff Bottle'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfkbRjK2SIw/TnDUOcBOF5I/AAAAAAAABG8/ULJB_bmZDug/s72-c/for+blog+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7718667622391441472</id><published>2011-09-13T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:26:42.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collectible'/><title type='text'>One of Many</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1niYjUUvvHo/Tm_UzTlABEI/AAAAAAAABG4/357MK7HvRJo/s1600/for+blog+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1niYjUUvvHo/Tm_UzTlABEI/AAAAAAAABG4/357MK7HvRJo/s320/for+blog+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A dreaded job was finished today !!! I haven't cleaned all of the collectibles or the glass shelves and mirrored backs in my china cabinet in what seems like forever. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately, furniture and "knick-knacks in my house don't accumulate a lot of dust !! &amp;nbsp;While I was in the process, I took photos of items that still needed an explanation !! &amp;nbsp;Before I started cleaning, I thought I might not put everything back -- maybe even dispose of a few items !! That was a fleeting thought !!! &amp;nbsp;As I took each thing off the shelves, memories of why they were special took over. &amp;nbsp;There was no way anything was going into a charity box !! &amp;nbsp;This plate was one I purchased in 1979 on my first trip to Germany when you and Bob were in Heidelberg. &amp;nbsp; It is just a pretty collectible that I fell in love with when I saw it. &amp;nbsp;Back on the shelf it went !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7718667622391441472?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7718667622391441472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7718667622391441472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7718667622391441472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7718667622391441472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-of-many.html' title='One of Many'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1niYjUUvvHo/Tm_UzTlABEI/AAAAAAAABG4/357MK7HvRJo/s72-c/for+blog+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3027122875357132468</id><published>2011-07-12T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:09:43.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Hilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvis'/><title type='text'>First Trip to Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MN_SpiBWNuI/ThyhLn08CqI/AAAAAAAABGA/_Kg0asF9TUk/s1600/img151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628550855347931810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MN_SpiBWNuI/ThyhLn08CqI/AAAAAAAABGA/_Kg0asF9TUk/s400/img151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going through some "old" things, I ran across this post card that I purchased when your Dad and I made our first trip to Las Vegas as tourists in 1971. What a great time we had !! The best thing for me was seeing Elvis Presley up close and personal on stage in the big showroom. Those were the days when you largely tipped the maitre' de to get a seat close to the stage. There was no assigned seating as there is this day and age. I don't know how much the tip was, your Dad would never tell me, but, there was one person at the table between me and the stage !! I wasn't lucky enough to get one of his scarves he threw into the audience, (Boo Hoo), but, I was happy just the same ! We also went to see Redd Foxx and Bobby Vinton who were in smaller show rooms there at the International Hilton. Our last night, I was bored with the slot machines so checked the box office and was able to get balcony seating to see Elvis a second time. Today, the hotel is known only as the Hilton and is twice, if not more, as large as it was then. The last time I was in their casino, the beautiful crystal chandeliers were still hanging. I guess I should take a drive down memory lane one day soon and see what is happening there these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3027122875357132468?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3027122875357132468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3027122875357132468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3027122875357132468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3027122875357132468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-trip-to-las-vegas.html' title='First Trip to Las Vegas'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MN_SpiBWNuI/ThyhLn08CqI/AAAAAAAABGA/_Kg0asF9TUk/s72-c/img151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2113750582578600504</id><published>2011-05-01T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:04:10.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bellagio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daffodils'/><title type='text'>Springtime at The Bellagio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLm0LSQi6tE/Tb23Z07So-I/AAAAAAAABFc/524wvkc2gjE/s1600/April%2Bat%2BBellagio%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601835165850706914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLm0LSQi6tE/Tb23Z07So-I/AAAAAAAABFc/524wvkc2gjE/s320/April%2Bat%2BBellagio%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601839324545921282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gb5mLfbZ7xQ/Tb27L5RfsQI/AAAAAAAABF0/bNcgI955Isk/s320/4-15-11.jpg" /&gt;Hilery and I made our seasonal trip to the Bellagio a couple of weeks ago and as always, the Conservatory was another beautiful display of flowers for the season, plus other attractions. The daffodils in the spring are always my most favorite of all the flowers. Hilery, always photogenic, struck this pose along the sidewalk lined with California poppies. Another lovely day of Gramma/Grand-daughter bonding !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2113750582578600504?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2113750582578600504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2113750582578600504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2113750582578600504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2113750582578600504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/05/springtime-at-bellagio.html' title='Springtime at The Bellagio'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLm0LSQi6tE/Tb23Z07So-I/AAAAAAAABFc/524wvkc2gjE/s72-c/April%2Bat%2BBellagio%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2931346338020912653</id><published>2011-03-17T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:12:30.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='measuring spoons'/><title type='text'>Baking Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEWMma0j_Bk/TYJYe_A4VNI/AAAAAAAABFU/_w1w3_ikUz0/s1600/spoons%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585123777227281618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEWMma0j_Bk/TYJYe_A4VNI/AAAAAAAABFU/_w1w3_ikUz0/s320/spoons%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was FINALLY baking the pumpkin bread this morning that I usually make before Christmas, I realized this set of aluminum measuring spoons was almost as old as I am !!! They were a wedding shower gift, along with a set of aluminum measuring cups, a flour sifter and a set of mixing bowls back in 1958. These and one large red Pyrex bowl are all I have left. Through the years, bowls have gotten broken and and the measuring cups were replaced with Tupperware. The flour sifter ?? Not sure what happened to that. I wonder how many teaspoons and tablespoons of ingredients this set of spoons have measured in all these years !! Mmmmm -- pumpkin bread !!! I can smell it baking !! The recipe is one of my favorites to use any time of the year. It is from a dear friend that used to give me a loaf of hers at Christmas time.  The spoons will go back into the kitchen drawer from whence they came !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2931346338020912653?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2931346338020912653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2931346338020912653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2931346338020912653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2931346338020912653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/baking-bread.html' title='Baking Bread'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEWMma0j_Bk/TYJYe_A4VNI/AAAAAAAABFU/_w1w3_ikUz0/s72-c/spoons%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-1970341689446056503</id><published>2011-03-10T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:39:17.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ducks'/><title type='text'>A Ducky Welcoming Committee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjXCsRHEB7A/TXkKa-S39II/AAAAAAAABFM/tgLUgebXh5Q/s1600/ducks%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582504671617479810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjXCsRHEB7A/TXkKa-S39II/AAAAAAAABFM/tgLUgebXh5Q/s320/ducks%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These three ducks sit in my front entry way welcoming all who come to visit, each one having their own story to tell if you stop long enough to listen !  The multi-colored one once sat on a shelf in your G'ma and G'pa Johnson's basement family room.  The ironwood one is super heavy and was purchased at a store in Naha, Okinawa.  The brass one was another purchase while we were in Okinawa.  It's back is hinged and opens to hold whatever one might like to put inside, although, originally meant to empty ashes into when emptying the ashtrays.  I love my ducks !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-1970341689446056503?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1970341689446056503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=1970341689446056503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1970341689446056503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1970341689446056503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/03/ducky-welcoming-committee.html' title='A Ducky Welcoming Committee'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjXCsRHEB7A/TXkKa-S39II/AAAAAAAABFM/tgLUgebXh5Q/s72-c/ducks%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7335611037128728122</id><published>2011-01-21T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T06:51:10.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom and Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my art'/><title type='text'>Dote On Me Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TTnZEUhwdqI/AAAAAAAABFA/mn45qsfvUAw/s1600/img117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564717482845959842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TTnZEUhwdqI/AAAAAAAABFA/mn45qsfvUAw/s200/img117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TTnUOH438EI/AAAAAAAABE4/7M9b5MB6prU/s1600/img116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564712153693810754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TTnUOH438EI/AAAAAAAABE4/7M9b5MB6prU/s320/img116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven't been doing too much artsy lately, but, decided to create some Valentines and this was my first. I have used printed scrapbook paper, which happened to have Mom's name in the upper right hand corner, onto a blank greeting card, cut out roses from another piece of scrap book paper, a premade paper photo frame and a couple other odds and ends for embellishment, all distressed with Tim Holtz' Vintage Photo ink. The photo is my Mom -- the one my Dad carried in his wallet of his "sweetheart", which I thought suited Valentine's Day perfectly. Inside, is the verse, Love Me, by John Wilby which expresses how I saw my Dad in his feelings for Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7335611037128728122?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7335611037128728122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7335611037128728122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7335611037128728122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7335611037128728122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='Dote On Me Ever'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TTnZEUhwdqI/AAAAAAAABFA/mn45qsfvUAw/s72-c/img117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4107719989119119065</id><published>2011-01-08T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:54:31.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sock animal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><title type='text'>A Cute Little Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TSiwv0z-lNI/AAAAAAAABEk/Yk53ksmXOL4/s1600/guift%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559888075665872082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TSiwv0z-lNI/AAAAAAAABEk/Yk53ksmXOL4/s320/guift%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little guy was a Christmas gift from my grand-daughter, Hilery.  She has been creating these little stuffed animals and characters this past year or so, and I ooh and aah over every one of them.  She uses mostly fabric from socks and every one of them is just as cute and perfect as they can be.  The hat covers his teddy bear ears and I am a teddy bear fan, for sure !  Plus, red has always been my favorite color, so, it was a perfect gift for Gramma !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4107719989119119065?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4107719989119119065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4107719989119119065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4107719989119119065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4107719989119119065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/cute-little-gift.html' title='A Cute Little Gift'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TSiwv0z-lNI/AAAAAAAABEk/Yk53ksmXOL4/s72-c/guift%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4897870260630128642</id><published>2010-12-13T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:10:44.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brass key'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candle jar'/><title type='text'>Lacey Candle Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TQZmoSn-VuI/AAAAAAAABEY/rvL0F88dloc/s1600/jar%2Bcandle%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550236433161017058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TQZmoSn-VuI/AAAAAAAABEY/rvL0F88dloc/s320/jar%2Bcandle%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see beautifully embellished bottles and jars and have never tried this art until this week. This candle jar had been on the shelf in the closet for awhile. I used lace, ribbon, a jeweled dangle, a gold leaf from an artificial branch, a gold star, glitter and last but not least, an authentic vintage brass key taken from my collection. I have several old brass keys picked up years ago at an antique store. They have been displayed in an old printer's tray in the computer nook -- this one has found a new home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4897870260630128642?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4897870260630128642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4897870260630128642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4897870260630128642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4897870260630128642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/lacey-candle-jar.html' title='Lacey Candle Jar'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TQZmoSn-VuI/AAAAAAAABEY/rvL0F88dloc/s72-c/jar%2Bcandle%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-1049964471445380351</id><published>2010-12-10T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:38:52.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas card'/><title type='text'>Simplify</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        My altered Christmas cards this year are going to be very simple, such as this one is -- pretty blue paper, light blue organza ribbon, shiny snowflakes and a cute little snowman embellishment. Time seems to be getting away from me. Recovering from the back surgery has put a huge cramp in my style !! Anyway, it has been four weeks yesterday and each day, I have a bit more strength and energy. Hopefully, I will get back to blogging a bit more often, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TQJxCzxBYnI/AAAAAAAABEQ/WrB2IZ8VlK4/s1600/Chr.cards%2B2010%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549121983943369330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TQJxCzxBYnI/AAAAAAAABEQ/WrB2IZ8VlK4/s400/Chr.cards%2B2010%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-1049964471445380351?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1049964471445380351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=1049964471445380351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1049964471445380351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1049964471445380351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/simplify.html' title='Simplify'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TQJxCzxBYnI/AAAAAAAABEQ/WrB2IZ8VlK4/s72-c/Chr.cards%2B2010%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5419455918710592855</id><published>2010-10-30T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:44:59.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altered art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black gloves'/><title type='text'>Vintage Black Gloves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TMxVR4kp61I/AAAAAAAABEI/C5gej5fw__o/s1600/glove+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533891807863761746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TMxVR4kp61I/AAAAAAAABEI/C5gej5fw__o/s400/glove+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was going through a box of my old "things", I came across this pair of black gloves that I wore back in the 50's and 60's. Those were the days that no outfit was complete unless you had matching gloves !! Sometimes, it is difficult for me to think of my keepsakes as "vintage", and times I wonder who that old lady is that just passed me by in the mirror !! Anyway, my friend Sharon, had a pair of white gloves that she had picked up at a craft show several years ago and they were stuffed, hot glued together and embellished, so I used them as an example to do something with my pair. These look a bit "Christmasy" with that red bow, so maybe I will use them as part of a centerpiece on my dining room table come holiday time. It was a fun project and better than putting them back in a box just to be stored away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5419455918710592855?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5419455918710592855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5419455918710592855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5419455918710592855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5419455918710592855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/vintage-black-gloves.html' title='Vintage Black Gloves'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TMxVR4kp61I/AAAAAAAABEI/C5gej5fw__o/s72-c/glove+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5707491146561094006</id><published>2010-10-27T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:46:01.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift from Dad'/><title type='text'>Scented Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TMhv3BK2-zI/AAAAAAAABEA/2q6b2eaku54/s1600/perfume+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532795133222124338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TMhv3BK2-zI/AAAAAAAABEA/2q6b2eaku54/s400/perfume+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometime ago, I showed the photo of the old perfume bottle Mom had kept for so many years.  When I came across that bottle on the day I was helping her clean out some high cabinets and she told me about Dad having given it to her, it brought back memories of the first perfume your Dad gave to me when we were dating.  I did not keep the bottle after I used it all, but, thanks to Ebay, I found one very similar.  The scent had a bit of spice to it and I think influenced my choice of perfumes forever after.  As usual, I believe his mother chose this gift for him to present to me, but, that has always been okay with me -- she had excellent taste !!!  This bottle in it's little case, will go into "the treasure chest", now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5707491146561094006?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5707491146561094006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5707491146561094006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5707491146561094006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5707491146561094006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/10/scented-memories.html' title='Scented Memories'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TMhv3BK2-zI/AAAAAAAABEA/2q6b2eaku54/s72-c/perfume+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5650795992540014107</id><published>2010-09-02T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:18:42.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bracelet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><title type='text'>Gift from Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TH_ZwVjjf1I/AAAAAAAABD4/c24c2IlJh9M/s1600/perfume+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512363893367996242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TH_ZwVjjf1I/AAAAAAAABD4/c24c2IlJh9M/s400/perfume+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little bracelet was a Christmas gift from my maternal grandparents when I was around 7 or 8 years old.  Wish I still had the box it came in -- it was every bit as beautiful as the bracelet !!  I can remember my sister received a similar bracelet which I always thought was prettier than mine.  It had more of a rounded face instead of flat as this one is.  Oh, the jealousies of things my big sister had and the things she got to do that I didn't !!  I look back now and see that being the middle child was not as bad as it seemed.   My brother, to this day, claims that Mom and Dad liked me best !!  I will place this in the "treasure chest."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5650795992540014107?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5650795992540014107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5650795992540014107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5650795992540014107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5650795992540014107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/09/gift-from-grandparents.html' title='Gift from Grandparents'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TH_ZwVjjf1I/AAAAAAAABD4/c24c2IlJh9M/s72-c/perfume+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3670548695951708884</id><published>2010-07-29T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:13:52.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art journal'/><title type='text'>Art Journal Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TFHTQ8mux9I/AAAAAAAABDY/6cGaovPjSgk/s1600/art+journal+class+july+2010+006.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499408908096030674" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TFHTQ8mux9I/AAAAAAAABDY/6cGaovPjSgk/s400/art+journal+class+july+2010+006.JPG" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the cover of my art journal that is in the midst of being created.  The on line class has been an awesome journey, so far.  Since this is a completely new experience for me, my cover and pages mimic the art work of the teacher, &lt;a href="http://teresamcfayden.typepad.com/minutia"&gt;http://teresamcfayden.typepad.com/minutia&lt;/a&gt;.  I am loosening up a bit, but, not nearly as much as I hope to.  My journal is in altered book form and I am sure I will have pages left after all of the classes have been completed.  It is then that I will see what kind of creativity and imagination I can conjure up on my own !!  The stamps on this cover are some that were in the box of  "goodies" from my blogger friend, June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3670548695951708884?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3670548695951708884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3670548695951708884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3670548695951708884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3670548695951708884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/07/art-journal-cover.html' title='Art Journal Cover'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TFHTQ8mux9I/AAAAAAAABDY/6cGaovPjSgk/s72-c/art+journal+class+july+2010+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3434750612430880086</id><published>2010-07-13T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:11:14.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atc altered art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><title type='text'>Fun Mail Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDyYzSAGdAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/vPguynUGPVY/s1600/june+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433652258173954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDyYzSAGdAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/vPguynUGPVY/s320/june+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet blogger friend, June, at &lt;a href="http://www.junesartyretreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.junesartyretreat.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, follows and comments regularly on my posts.  She not only creates beautiful art, she also offers free art and pictures on another blog, &lt;a href="http://artfreebies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://artfreebies.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.   I recently mailed her some fun things from my stash of laces.  This beautiful thank you card, along with two atc's and a gorgeous little box of fun embellishments arrived for me in yesterday's mail all the way from the UK.  I enrolled in an on-line art journal workshop that began last week, so now, I have some new fun things to add to my pages.  I especially love all the postage stamps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3434750612430880086?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3434750612430880086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3434750612430880086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3434750612430880086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3434750612430880086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun-mail-day.html' title='Fun Mail Day'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDyYzSAGdAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/vPguynUGPVY/s72-c/june+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2293262345652320471</id><published>2010-07-10T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:10:00.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No.Carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Walking on the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDjRf1Tr4eI/AAAAAAAABDI/LRUlup4u0Lg/s1600/No.+Carolina+6-2010+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492370090394116578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDjRf1Tr4eI/AAAAAAAABDI/LRUlup4u0Lg/s200/No.+Carolina+6-2010+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDjL3weQeJI/AAAAAAAABDA/toOZMqTCxO8/s1600/No.+Carolina+6-2010+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492363904343373970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDjL3weQeJI/AAAAAAAABDA/toOZMqTCxO8/s200/No.+Carolina+6-2010+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDjLM85iGHI/AAAAAAAABC4/upQqysyi68E/s1600/No.+Carolina+6-2010+154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492363168944625778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDjLM85iGHI/AAAAAAAABC4/upQqysyi68E/s200/No.+Carolina+6-2010+154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDjHixJfbwI/AAAAAAAABCw/UE6LbH7gTBI/s1600/No.+Carolina+6-2010+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492359145700945666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDjHixJfbwI/AAAAAAAABCw/UE6LbH7gTBI/s320/No.+Carolina+6-2010+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am getting settled in back home after spending almost a month in North Carolina visiting and doling out TLC. Walking on the beach, wading along the shore, searching for seashells, and just enjoying the experience, at peace with the world -- It has been nearly 50 years since my bare feet have walked in the sand of an East coast beach !! I often wonder what Virginia Beach is like these days compared to "back then". I remember writing in the sand was just as much fun !  On one side of the yard and out the back door of the little cottage we lived in, was a "hedge row" of gardenia bushes -- a sight and smell to behold that summer of 1961.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2293262345652320471?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2293262345652320471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2293262345652320471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2293262345652320471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2293262345652320471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/07/walking-on-beach.html' title='Walking on the Beach'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/TDjRf1Tr4eI/AAAAAAAABDI/LRUlup4u0Lg/s72-c/No.+Carolina+6-2010+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-74548913305488322</id><published>2010-05-20T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:08:47.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Letters to Loved Ones Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S_Ve1zIbL9I/AAAAAAAABCg/HG5kX0O4Jmk/s1600/mr+ed+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473385200490328018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S_Ve1zIbL9I/AAAAAAAABCg/HG5kX0O4Jmk/s320/mr+ed+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While your Dad was in the Navy, he was "out to sea" for a 3 month period of time. The ship went to Puerto Rico and back from Norfolk, Virgina. Oceana was the air base that your Dad was actually stationed. The few letters that I reread were from a husband and father that missed his wife and little girl, dearly ! Also, ship life was not a joyous time, it seems !! I had forgotten how he signed off at his letters end -- Love, Doug and Dad xxxx -- the x's for kisses to us. Most of the time, stamps were placed on the envelopes upside down -- a symbol of "I love you". It was 1959 and 1960 - we had our little mobile home and you and I were at my grandparents mobile home park in Ohio for the duration, plus a few months. When your Dad got settled back at Oceana and we got a few financial issues ironed out, my uncle moved the mobile home to Virginia Beach for us. We were happy to be a family again.  Today would have been our 52nd anniversary.   The letters will go into the "treasure chest".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-74548913305488322?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/74548913305488322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=74548913305488322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/74548913305488322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/74548913305488322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/05/letters-to-loved-ones-back-home.html' title='Letters to Loved Ones Back Home'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S_Ve1zIbL9I/AAAAAAAABCg/HG5kX0O4Jmk/s72-c/mr+ed+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3933007956657691978</id><published>2010-05-02T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:47:19.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greeting card'/><title type='text'>Coming Up Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S922W9YLmOI/AAAAAAAABCQ/IqODN_kSXe4/s1600/img102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466726028247013602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S922W9YLmOI/AAAAAAAABCQ/IqODN_kSXe4/s320/img102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been trying to conjure up some creativity !! I had made some RAK cards and had roses left over. Cutting out all those tiny stems and buds was tedious to say the least, so, no way was I going to throw them away. This is a very simple greeting card, but, will be useful for most any occasion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3933007956657691978?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3933007956657691978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3933007956657691978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3933007956657691978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3933007956657691978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/05/coming-up-roses.html' title='Coming Up Roses'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S922W9YLmOI/AAAAAAAABCQ/IqODN_kSXe4/s72-c/img102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3697671910642695307</id><published>2010-04-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:07:10.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autograph book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>"When the Garden Sun is Setting"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S9cSqxRS5uI/AAAAAAAABCI/H99YGtRTc2I/s1600/aotp+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464857198827071202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S9cSqxRS5uI/AAAAAAAABCI/H99YGtRTc2I/s320/aotp+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "And your mind from care is free, When of others you are thinking, Will you also think of me". Your friend, Elton" These are the words my Dad wrote to my Mom in this autograph book on May 22, 1929. It is full of sweet little old fashioned verses that bring a smile to your face as you read them. Four and a half years later, they were married. Mom and Dad had only 8th grade educations as did a lot of South Dakota, pre-depression, farm children, but, that did not keep them from educating themselves. Many times, they would read our books as we brought them home from school. They kept up with daily news, the stock market and politics. Starting out as hired help to a farmer and his wife in Iowa, they built their own empire of farm land through the years. Their legacy to their children was more than in material things !! This book will be lovingly stored in the "treasure chest".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3697671910642695307?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3697671910642695307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3697671910642695307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3697671910642695307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3697671910642695307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-garden-sun-is-setting.html' title='&quot;When the Garden Sun is Setting&quot;'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S9cSqxRS5uI/AAAAAAAABCI/H99YGtRTc2I/s72-c/aotp+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2229993493288242167</id><published>2010-04-19T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:09:17.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mending kit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hosiery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nylons'/><title type='text'>Silk Stockings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S8yCAarJaCI/AAAAAAAABCA/pxbfH5U30n4/s1600/silk+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461883391765473314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S8yCAarJaCI/AAAAAAAABCA/pxbfH5U30n4/s320/silk+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The actual history of "silk stockings" dates back to the 16th century and even earlier. "Nylons" came into being in the early 40's. Garter belts and girdles were essentials in the wardrobe to hold those stockings up. And then, the wondrous invention of panty hose --no more girdles and garter belts !! This little kit was in one of my Mom's sewing machine drawers ever since I can remember. I'm sure it is something she had as a young girl. The little cardboard spools have different colors of silk threads used to mend runs and snags in her silk hosiery. A couple of the spools with the more popular colors that hosiery might be, are near empty. The faded purple velvet top acted as a pins and needles cushion. I remember being so excited to have my first garter belt and pair of nylons when I was about 13. I think the occasion for getting so "dressed up" was a Christmas Tea Party with my 4-H club. The pair of nylons had seams going up the back of the leg and it was imperative that those seams were straight !! Seamless nylons were unheard of. Sometime during my younger years, I remember having a couple of pair of nylons that had beautiful embroidery-like work at the seams down around the ankle area. Those would be fun to have in the treasure chest along with this kit !! &lt;a href="http://www.stockingsonly.com/"&gt;http://www.stockingsonly.com/&lt;/a&gt; has a bit of interesting history.  Click on "Free Hosiery Story" on their site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2229993493288242167?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2229993493288242167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2229993493288242167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2229993493288242167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2229993493288242167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/04/silk-stockings.html' title='Silk Stockings'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S8yCAarJaCI/AAAAAAAABCA/pxbfH5U30n4/s72-c/silk+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-1171745688482418924</id><published>2010-04-14T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:55:11.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treaure chest'/><title type='text'>Treasure Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S8Xn9DPyjJI/AAAAAAAABBw/9cQF1FApjeY/s1600/treasure+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460025159286164626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S8Xn9DPyjJI/AAAAAAAABBw/9cQF1FApjeY/s320/treasure+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago, when Hilery and I were on one of our shopping excursions at JoAnn's, I fell in love with this box.  It is 14" x 16" and 8" deep with a magnetic closure.  I had a 50% off coupon and HAD to have it !!  What on earth did I need it for ?  What could I use it for ?  After a couple of weeks of looking at it sitting in a corner on the bedroom floor, it came to me.  It has become a "treasure chest" for some of those mementos I have written about and then put back in a drawer or back in a box.  When it is full of my memorabilia, it will be much prettier on the closet shelf than a cardboard box !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-1171745688482418924?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1171745688482418924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=1171745688482418924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1171745688482418924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1171745688482418924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/04/treasure-chest.html' title='Treasure Chest'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S8Xn9DPyjJI/AAAAAAAABBw/9cQF1FApjeY/s72-c/treasure+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8659128646333783114</id><published>2010-04-06T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:48:57.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>It's Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S7twgeUsDAI/AAAAAAAABBo/N-fEA6oeTvk/s1600/watch+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457079076687449090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S7twgeUsDAI/AAAAAAAABBo/N-fEA6oeTvk/s320/watch+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite remembrances of my Mom is that statement of hers, "they don't make boxes like that anymore". I came across this lovely velvet, satin lined 2" x 4" box one time when I was helping Mom go through some things. She told me her first watch came in it. She no longer had the watch, but, I happened to have my first watch, received for Christmas when I was about 7 years old. I wonder what hers looked like. Mine, pictured, originally had a black leather strap band, long ago worn out. It came in a maroon velvet box which I did not keep, for some unknown reason !! We were in South Dakota that year at Christmas time and I can remember wondering how Santa Claus would find us, but, he did !! My sister and I received the same watches -- I would imagine your Aunt Shirley still has her box. We do belong to a family of savers !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8659128646333783114?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8659128646333783114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8659128646333783114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8659128646333783114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8659128646333783114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S7twgeUsDAI/AAAAAAAABBo/N-fEA6oeTvk/s72-c/watch+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2764883301429902048</id><published>2010-03-30T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:55:50.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potholders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage doilies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma Sxhultz'/><title type='text'>From my Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S7ImKy-N6UI/AAAAAAAABBU/J1plPpBaUQo/s1600/for+blog+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454464065622370626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S7ImKy-N6UI/AAAAAAAABBU/J1plPpBaUQo/s320/for+blog+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These lovely doilies and potholders were crocheted by my Grandmother Schultz. She was an amazing women when I look back at her life. It couldn't have been easy back in the 20's and 30's on a South Dakota farm raising seven sons and one daughter. My Dad was the first born and told quite a few stories of how strict his parents were. Anytime my Grandma sat down, she had her crocheting in hand. I remember her sitting in a kitchen chair at our house talking away, crocheting away, and never once looking down at her hands to watch her work -- she was on "automatic pilot". I received some of her potholders, lavender and yellow in color, as wedding gifts and I used them to the point of wearing them out. Mom had these put away in a drawer --she was one to save nice things for a special day. Is that today ?? No, I won't use them. They will be put away in my new special "treasure chest" which I haven't taken a picture of yet. Maybe tomorrow !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2764883301429902048?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2764883301429902048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2764883301429902048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2764883301429902048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2764883301429902048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-my-grandmother.html' title='From my Grandmother'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S7ImKy-N6UI/AAAAAAAABBU/J1plPpBaUQo/s72-c/for+blog+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3400322070996241643</id><published>2010-03-20T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:29:07.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower girl'/><title type='text'>Flower Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6UAr4UZ-nI/AAAAAAAABBM/c6VxVmX_FsM/s1600-h/wedding+party+004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450763677854202482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6UAr4UZ-nI/AAAAAAAABBM/c6VxVmX_FsM/s200/wedding+party+004.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6UArlkXz6I/AAAAAAAABBE/gViJ1N0diwo/s1600-h/wedding+party+003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450763672820895650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6UArlkXz6I/AAAAAAAABBE/gViJ1N0diwo/s200/wedding+party+003.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two photos are of me as a flower girl in weddings of an aunt and an uncle in late 1944 and early 1945.  My dresses were in that tub of mementos.  I took them to the dry cleaners, but there are a few spots they were unable to remove.  Again, I wonder why some things are kept forever and now, what should I do with them ??  Mom made both of these dresses to the specifications of the bride, and of course, they are beautifully put together.  The photo of me alone was at the wedding of my Dad's brother, Lehman.  The dress is pale blue, the crepe paper carnations in the basket were blue and pink.  Oh, how I wish I had that antique wicker basket !!  My Dad's sister, Elda, had the two flower girls, me from her side of the family, and the other little gal from the groom's side -- I don't remember her name.  We wore little gold lockets, a gift from the bride and this time, the basket held real flowers !! Our dresses were yellow with blue ribbon trim  -- somewhere, there is a photo of you trying on this dress at your Grandma's house !!  Being a flower girl in a wedding was an honor -- I wish I had more memory of the occasions !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3400322070996241643?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3400322070996241643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3400322070996241643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3400322070996241643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3400322070996241643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/flower-girls.html' title='Flower Girls'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6UAr4UZ-nI/AAAAAAAABBM/c6VxVmX_FsM/s72-c/wedding+party+004.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3165485338166687827</id><published>2010-03-19T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:57:04.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needlework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>"I Made"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6O5AD8oQnI/AAAAAAAABA8/JXMS-k43mHk/s1600-h/for+blog+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450403384759173746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6O5AD8oQnI/AAAAAAAABA8/JXMS-k43mHk/s320/for+blog+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These beautiful pieces were in that tub from my closet with a note in Mom's handwriting folded within that said "I made".  I don't remember that Mom ever did any crocheting, but her embroidery work and sewing were never less than perfection !  The square piece was probably made as a dresser or table scarf.  I love the  adorable appliqued potholders.  They would be perfect in someones country kitchen, but, they will remain in my "treasure chest" !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3165485338166687827?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3165485338166687827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3165485338166687827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3165485338166687827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3165485338166687827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-made.html' title='&quot;I Made&quot;'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6O5AD8oQnI/AAAAAAAABA8/JXMS-k43mHk/s72-c/for+blog+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2393620466160792815</id><published>2010-03-18T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:58:31.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dish towels'/><title type='text'>Days of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6JmCXvYLlI/AAAAAAAABA0/-_fy8tnGhAw/s1600-h/for+blog+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450030689990225490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6JmCXvYLlI/AAAAAAAABA0/-_fy8tnGhAw/s320/for+blog+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flour came in white cotton fabric bags many years ago.   Of course, nothing was ever thrown away -- recycling is not a "new" idea !  These white bags were most usually hemmed around the edges and used for wiping the dishes dry.  Embroidering a  set of seven for the days of the week was a favorite pastime.  A note in Mom's handwriting was in along with this set saying they came from Bertha who was Mom's older sister.  These treasures were in the tub I opened a few days ago. Ironic that I purchased a twelve pack of "flour sacks" a couple of years ago to use when washing windows and mirrors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2393620466160792815?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2393620466160792815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2393620466160792815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2393620466160792815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2393620466160792815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/days-of-week.html' title='Days of the Week'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S6JmCXvYLlI/AAAAAAAABA0/-_fy8tnGhAw/s72-c/for+blog+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-423736677265686252</id><published>2010-03-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:41:24.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby sweater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise Ann'/><title type='text'>My Baby Sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S55g97niAJI/AAAAAAAABAs/Zft7x6zHuo0/s1600-h/sweater+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448899216256663698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S55g97niAJI/AAAAAAAABAs/Zft7x6zHuo0/s320/sweater+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I opened a plastic tub from my closet this morning looking for something in particular, which I didn't find, by the way, but, found some other treasures I had forgotten about.  Why we keep some things and rid ourselves of others remains a mystery to me, always !!  This little woolen sweater was mine as a baby.  Mom gave it to me when my baby doll, Louise, came into my life that Christmas of 1948.  It became part of her layette and fit her perfectly.  I suppose I will put it back into the collection of treasures of which I will post a few of in the upcoming days.  And, then the tub will be again placed back in the closet, but, this time with a record of what, where and why the items are a part of my life memories !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-423736677265686252?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/423736677265686252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=423736677265686252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/423736677265686252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/423736677265686252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-baby-sweater.html' title='My Baby Sweater'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S55g97niAJI/AAAAAAAABAs/Zft7x6zHuo0/s72-c/sweater+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4859138739268333855</id><published>2010-03-06T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:38:32.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teddy bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S5K2g-aDviI/AAAAAAAABAc/Wtf7R6GbHzs/s1600-h/baby+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445615577068715554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S5K2g-aDviI/AAAAAAAABAc/Wtf7R6GbHzs/s200/baby+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S5K2wWG417I/AAAAAAAABAk/GuSiHbEiRZU/s1600-h/1st+b%27day+partu+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445615841128798130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S5K2wWG417I/AAAAAAAABAk/GuSiHbEiRZU/s200/1st+b%27day+partu+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "big" birthday has come and gone !! My Christmas teddy bear had a baby for this "special" day. Hilery made the baby bear that measures about 4" tall in his sitting position. I was totally amazed when I opened the box that he was gift wrapped in. He was nestled in a box full of crushed $1 bills, one for each year of my age. He is adorable and has found his home on the lap of the Christmas teddy. AND, I had fun spending the cash !! I have such talented girls !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S5K2wWG417I/AAAAAAAABAk/GuSiHbEiRZU/s1600-h/1st+b%27day+partu+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4859138739268333855?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4859138739268333855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4859138739268333855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4859138739268333855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4859138739268333855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-bear.html' title='Sweet Baby Bear'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S5K2g-aDviI/AAAAAAAABAc/Wtf7R6GbHzs/s72-c/baby+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2812990690932551069</id><published>2010-02-20T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:58:14.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping bag'/><title type='text'>Shopping Bag Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S4BU9P3ml5I/AAAAAAAABAU/r2XH5szW4xE/s1600-h/ss+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440441761072060306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S4BU9P3ml5I/AAAAAAAABAU/r2XH5szW4xE/s320/ss+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hilery and I went on our usual weekly shopping excursion, yesterday. As I was taking my purchases out of this bag this morning, an image came to mind of my Mom. When I was very young, 4 or 5, I can remember that Mom always took along her "shopping bag" when we went into town on Saturday night. (Stores did not have those endless plastic bags.) It was an aqua colored, "satiny" upholstery type fabric, beautifully lined, with wood handles. I can picture it clear as day !! I think she may have made it herself. We would make our trips into JC Penny's, Montgomery Wards, and the "dime store" among other places. She would purchase her sewing notions and whatever else was needed for our home, placing all of her items in that bag as we went from store to store. I especially liked those privately owned clothing stores where we would look at all the beautiful ready made clothes. Mom would look them all over, get an idea what we liked, then go home and make her own patterns to replicate that clothing for herself, my sister and me. I wonder what happened to that bag !! It would be a much prettier bag to carry than this one I purchased at Target !! It would be fun, also, to have one of those dresses she created !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2812990690932551069?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2812990690932551069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2812990690932551069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2812990690932551069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2812990690932551069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/shopping-bag-memory-of-thinking-green.html' title='Shopping Bag Memory'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S4BU9P3ml5I/AAAAAAAABAU/r2XH5szW4xE/s72-c/ss+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-1239180964044997340</id><published>2010-02-14T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:12:34.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Waltz bottle'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBG8Xk-LI/AAAAAAAAA_8/KhX0GS--r3g/s1600-h/hearts+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438168137589913778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBG8Xk-LI/AAAAAAAAA_8/KhX0GS--r3g/s200/hearts+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBHfxXx0I/AAAAAAAABAE/uoy5qSQCpd4/s1600-h/hearts+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438168147093342018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBHfxXx0I/AAAAAAAABAE/uoy5qSQCpd4/s200/hearts+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBF4yEe3I/AAAAAAAAA_s/tQnUeYAVb40/s1600-h/hearts+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438168119447419762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBF4yEe3I/AAAAAAAAA_s/tQnUeYAVb40/s200/hearts+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBGXZdopI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0yL50Ozh-2g/s1600-h/hearts+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438168127665709714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBGXZdopI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0yL50Ozh-2g/s200/hearts+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hAbgJOYII/AAAAAAAAA_U/uMuykP7XF9w/s1600-h/hearts+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438167391279145090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hAbgJOYII/AAAAAAAAA_U/uMuykP7XF9w/s200/hearts+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBTQG8HUI/AAAAAAAABAM/CaxZ1epMdwo/s1600-h/hearts+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438168349047266626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBTQG8HUI/AAAAAAAABAM/CaxZ1epMdwo/s200/hearts+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hAcO_WbTI/AAAAAAAAA_c/3QB411j_b_A/s1600-h/hearts+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438167403854196018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hAcO_WbTI/AAAAAAAAA_c/3QB411j_b_A/s200/hearts+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hAa38tWnI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OE6aUhv4Hrk/s1600-h/hearts+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438167380489230962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hAa38tWnI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OE6aUhv4Hrk/s200/hearts+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hActjpFvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/VzdAWqme2zo/s1600-h/hearts+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438167412059477746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hActjpFvI/AAAAAAAAA_k/VzdAWqme2zo/s200/hearts+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3g_znAn1MI/AAAAAAAAA-8/iVeS6TlzTXQ/s1600-h/hearts+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438166705927345346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3g_znAn1MI/AAAAAAAAA-8/iVeS6TlzTXQ/s200/hearts+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3g_y6JUXiI/AAAAAAAAA-s/9ifcnaWQSU0/s1600-h/hearts+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438166693884223010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3g_y6JUXiI/AAAAAAAAA-s/9ifcnaWQSU0/s200/hearts+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3g_yKiSp8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/dBHJYTRNx0Q/s1600-h/hearts+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438166681104066498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3g_yKiSp8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/dBHJYTRNx0Q/s200/hearts+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3g_yQ8WbAI/AAAAAAAAA-k/NcXQPumamrk/s1600-h/hearts+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438166682823977986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3g_yQ8WbAI/AAAAAAAAA-k/NcXQPumamrk/s200/hearts+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hAbbs9tAI/AAAAAAAAA_M/D5HY67LqTzA/s1600-h/hearts+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438167390086870018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hAbbs9tAI/AAAAAAAAA_M/D5HY67LqTzA/s200/hearts+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3g_y6JUXiI/AAAAAAAAA-s/9ifcnaWQSU0/s1600-h/hearts+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading blogs I follow this morning, one had photos of hearts found around her home. I went on a heart "treasure hunt" and actually have photos of 22 and surely could find more !! These are a few that turned out somewhat well. The teddy bear and "I Love You" ceramic box were Valentine gifts from your Dad, the locket, a b'day gift from Hilery and Adem, the quilted heart and two other items were gifts from you. I love the old "Blue Waltz" perfume bottle for the memories of my younger days -- When I was 8 or so, someone gave my sister and I a bottle of this perfume. It could be purchased for about a quarter at "the dime store", as we called the old variety stores back then. I have no idea what became of our original bottle - this one I won on auction on Ebay a couple of years ago. Of course, I paid more than 25 cents for it !! Again, I have my usual problem with arranging multiple photos, and even so, they do not come out published like I had them arranged. Oh well, will have to get Hilery to help me one of these days and find out what I am doing wrong !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-1239180964044997340?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1239180964044997340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=1239180964044997340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1239180964044997340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1239180964044997340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3hBG8Xk-LI/AAAAAAAAA_8/KhX0GS--r3g/s72-c/hearts+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4529619499844671738</id><published>2010-02-11T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:01:41.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cedar chest'/><title type='text'>"Hope Chest"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3R31zS46QI/AAAAAAAAA-U/g3zfecSDbpI/s1600-h/chest+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437102416329238786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3R31zS46QI/AAAAAAAAA-U/g3zfecSDbpI/s200/chest+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Lane cedar chest was my high school graduation gift from my Mom and Dad. "Back in the day" of 1958, a cedar chest or "so-called" hope chest was a customary graduation gift for a girl. We were to go off to college, find the love of our life, and during those years, fill this chest with linens and the like for our future home. Well, I had found the love of my life and was getting married the same week of graduation. Your Dad was already in the U.S, Navy and we were off to living in furnished quarters for four years. Mom and Dad purchased this and our bedroom furniture for us(our wedding gift) in 1964 when your Dad got out of the Navy. I still love all of the pieces as much as I did that day when we were choosing them. I haven't been through the contents of the chest in a number of years -- I guess I would call it a "memory chest" now, because that is what is stored there, mostly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4529619499844671738?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4529619499844671738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4529619499844671738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4529619499844671738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4529619499844671738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/hope-chest.html' title='&quot;Hope Chest&quot;'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S3R31zS46QI/AAAAAAAAA-U/g3zfecSDbpI/s72-c/chest+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-73067241155672207</id><published>2010-02-04T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:49:04.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding gift'/><title type='text'>Set of Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S2sFTDPIgNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/JHVb3-F-aMI/s1600-h/tray+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434443200197066962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S2sFTDPIgNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/JHVb3-F-aMI/s200/tray+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When your Dad and I got married, most of the gift we received were things that eventually, over the years, wore out, such as the sheets and towels.  Other things were replaced with changes in taste, or lost in moves.  We weren't "registered" for fine china, silver and the like.  This set of four trays have survived, for some strange reason.  Rarely used for their intended job, they have been most usually just stored in the back of a cabinet.  I sort of forget that they are over 50 years old, or that I even have them, until an occasion such as this morning, as I was cleaning this one.  I keep it under the toaster so I don't end up with toast crumbs all over the kitchen counter when I make toast.  It will never be as collectible as those Coca-Cola girl trays, but, it is surely considered an antique at this point in time !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-73067241155672207?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/73067241155672207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=73067241155672207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/73067241155672207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/73067241155672207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/set-of-four.html' title='Set of Four'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S2sFTDPIgNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/JHVb3-F-aMI/s72-c/tray+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4319713269787893331</id><published>2010-01-31T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:04:01.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom and Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bertha and Lyle'/><title type='text'>Way Back When</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S2YH6GQ8_mI/AAAAAAAAA-E/-Ciiy-ZXcdU/s1600-h/img098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433038695164608098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S2YH6GQ8_mI/AAAAAAAAA-E/-Ciiy-ZXcdU/s200/img098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came across this old photo when I was going through a drawer in my desk. Why it became mislaid with a few other things, I have no idea !! I don't remember why I even have it, but it is a wonderful old picture of my Mom and Dad and Mom's sister, Bertha with her husband Lyle. Mom's handwriting is on the back plus a stamp from a film processor in LaCrosse, Wisconsin. So, I think maybe this is what happened !! These two couples look young, happy and in love. By looking at Mom and Dad, I think the photo would have to have been taken in the early to mid 1930's. Bertha and Lyle were married after Mom and Dad and maybe came to Iowa from Ohio on their honeymoon, then the four of them took a trip together to Wisconsin to visit relatives there. I love the guys dressed up in their suits and ties. Those were the days when people dressed in their Sunday best anytime they went away from home !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4319713269787893331?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4319713269787893331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4319713269787893331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4319713269787893331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4319713269787893331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-back-when.html' title='Way Back When'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S2YH6GQ8_mI/AAAAAAAAA-E/-Ciiy-ZXcdU/s72-c/img098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-516137107386711738</id><published>2010-01-22T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:24:30.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a place to bark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird book'/><title type='text'>Another Bird Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oEYx1oZtI/AAAAAAAAA9s/vQvts7FvrjQ/s1600-h/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+18.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429657124490208978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oEYx1oZtI/AAAAAAAAA9s/vQvts7FvrjQ/s200/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+18.JPG" style="float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oDzXFHLnI/AAAAAAAAA9M/GyjHvaKtjEU/s1600/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429656481652223602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oDzXFHLnI/AAAAAAAAA9M/GyjHvaKtjEU/s200/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+5.JPG" style="height: 150px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oDyWqfU5I/AAAAAAAAA88/520IyVZGZDo/s1600-h/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+01.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429656464360690578" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oDyWqfU5I/AAAAAAAAA88/520IyVZGZDo/s320/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+01.JPG" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 150px;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oDz1GBPgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BSmvKftn0wQ/s1600-h/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+8.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429656489709092354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oDz1GBPgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/BSmvKftn0wQ/s200/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+8.JPG" style="float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oEYZofwkI/AAAAAAAAA9k/otASc1OdD9g/s1600-h/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+15.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429657117992665666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oEYZofwkI/AAAAAAAAA9k/otASc1OdD9g/s200/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+15.JPG" style="float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429656473340542818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oDy4Hc_2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/qEDnjIbCnVo/s200/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+2.JPG" style="float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to create a second "Bird Book". This one, I am going to list on EBay with 50% of the final auction bid to be donated to "A Place to Bark". Of course, you know about this artist, Bernie Berlin, and her mission of animal rescue, For anyone else who reads my blog, they can find information at &lt;a href="http://www.aplacetobark.com/"&gt;http://www.aplacetobark.com/&lt;/a&gt; . I do have high hopes that someone will appreciate my art, but, I especially hope that someone will have a generous heart and appreciate the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-516137107386711738?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/516137107386711738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=516137107386711738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/516137107386711738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/516137107386711738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-bird-book.html' title='Another Bird Book'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S1oEYx1oZtI/AAAAAAAAA9s/vQvts7FvrjQ/s72-c/Bird+Book+no.+2+Jan+2010+18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-6795351821386976765</id><published>2010-01-10T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:26:28.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bellagio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S0oaMS_2fLI/AAAAAAAAA80/Zhgd0fxnjcE/s1600-h/auction+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425177499681586354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S0oaMS_2fLI/AAAAAAAAA80/Zhgd0fxnjcE/s320/auction+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I picked Hilery up on Friday for our "weekly" bonding, I asked her if we shouldn't go to the Bellagio Conservatory to see the Christmas scenery.  When we arrived, we found it to be roped off and everything being renewed for the Chinese New Year plantings and decorations.  It was amazing the number of people at work plus watching all the plants being rolled in for them to use.  I was sorry to have missed the Christmas "show", but, will be anxious to return for the completed show of plantings and decorations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-6795351821386976765?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6795351821386976765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=6795351821386976765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/6795351821386976765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/6795351821386976765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/S0oaMS_2fLI/AAAAAAAAA80/Zhgd0fxnjcE/s72-c/auction+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-6059278597114735985</id><published>2009-12-25T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:28:18.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Sweet Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SzUcOWYxu3I/AAAAAAAAA8s/N7b11HFoLQ4/s1600-h/Bear+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419268759463508850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SzUcOWYxu3I/AAAAAAAAA8s/N7b11HFoLQ4/s320/Bear+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is always room for one more bear at my house !! This cute little guy was handmade for me for Christmas by my sweet grand-daughter. His little face has so much personality -- he looks as if he wants to tell me some Christmas secrets !! She also made the necklace with the glass slide pendant featuring Santa Claus checking his list. I think my name was on the "good" list as I opened some lovely gifts on Christmas Eve. When I was growing up, Santa never failed to visit our house, even when I was a teenager. Mom and Dad never gave up the tradition. There is that special memory which comes to mind every year at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-6059278597114735985?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6059278597114735985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=6059278597114735985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/6059278597114735985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/6059278597114735985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-bear.html' title='A Sweet Bear'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SzUcOWYxu3I/AAAAAAAAA8s/N7b11HFoLQ4/s72-c/Bear+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5538902209573253769</id><published>2009-12-24T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:55:21.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SzO28w3FRjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/_FeFMwVQBhg/s1600-h/tammy%27s+file+151.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418875931681179186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SzO28w3FRjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/_FeFMwVQBhg/s320/tammy%27s+file+151.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a Merry Christmas Eve !! What is it about photos of children with Santa that are so endearing ? And, isn't it wonderful when the child is happy and not afraid of the man with the flowing white beard dressed in that red suit ? This picture of Hilery some 20 plus years ago is a reminder to me that Santa Claus is real !! Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5538902209573253769?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5538902209573253769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5538902209573253769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5538902209573253769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5538902209573253769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-past.html' title='Christmas Past'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SzO28w3FRjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/_FeFMwVQBhg/s72-c/tammy%27s+file+151.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8381972502260745171</id><published>2009-12-20T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:21:00.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nutcracker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><title type='text'>Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sy6q86aS9MI/AAAAAAAAA8U/fZd6fDum9go/s1600-h/nut+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417455365221708994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sy6q86aS9MI/AAAAAAAAA8U/fZd6fDum9go/s320/nut+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year at Christmas time, the Nevada Ballet Theatre performs The Nutcracker. The past few years, my friend, Sharon and I have discussed attending. This year, instead of buying one another a Christmas gift, our gift to ourselves and each other was a ticket to see the ballet. This was my very first time ever, to see this kind of ballet performance -- hopefully, it will not be my last, as I thoroughly enjoyed it. The dancers were awesome -- the costumes were gorgeous. The gift of a memorable afternoon -- I don't believe those fit under a Christmas tree !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8381972502260745171?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8381972502260745171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8381972502260745171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8381972502260745171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8381972502260745171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/nutcracker.html' title='Nutcracker'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sy6q86aS9MI/AAAAAAAAA8U/fZd6fDum9go/s72-c/nut+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8419576584061337688</id><published>2009-12-12T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:39:38.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression glass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake plate'/><title type='text'>Another Cake Plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SyPdvNNb9hI/AAAAAAAAA8M/1itc2AV-uTM/s1600-h/gr+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414414980099077650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SyPdvNNb9hI/AAAAAAAAA8M/1itc2AV-uTM/s320/gr+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This green depression glass cake plate is at home in my china cabinet, along with all those other mementos of my life and past generations.  It was difficult to catch the beauty of the "sunflowers" in the photograph.  The plate was someone else's family heirloom that I purchased at an estate sale several years ago on a trip back to Iowa.  I really love those estate auctions, but, have to control myself on bidding on everything I would like to have.  I would have to purchase another china cabinet and where would I put that ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8419576584061337688?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8419576584061337688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8419576584061337688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8419576584061337688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8419576584061337688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-cake-plate.html' title='Another Cake Plate'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SyPdvNNb9hI/AAAAAAAAA8M/1itc2AV-uTM/s72-c/gr+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2472896113753637399</id><published>2009-12-09T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:09:47.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avon'/><title type='text'>An Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sx_V3b-lztI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xjlMPefxXBs/s1600-h/plate+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413280425502428882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sx_V3b-lztI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xjlMPefxXBs/s320/plate+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I received my Avon order this week, a little something extra that I did not order, appeared. This commemorative plate celebrating my years as an Avon representative was quite a surprise. I knew I had been selling Avon for a long time, but, hadn't really kept track of the number of years. I have never really worked at it as a business -- it has just been a little side-line thing to do. Since my retirement from my full-time job, I have wanted to retire from this, also. The few gals that still order on a regular basis beg and whine and cry whenever I mention quitting. One of my New Year's resolutions is to stop allowing other people to influence my decisions !! Suppose I can keep that ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2472896113753637399?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2472896113753637399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2472896113753637399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2472896113753637399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2472896113753637399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/anniversary.html' title='An Anniversary'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sx_V3b-lztI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xjlMPefxXBs/s72-c/plate+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4053373108957769676</id><published>2009-11-29T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:28:46.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oil painting'/><title type='text'>My Oil Painting Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SxLD7vOvfnI/AAAAAAAAA78/LmBYu8yBmEI/s1600/img096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409601533483384434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SxLD7vOvfnI/AAAAAAAAA78/LmBYu8yBmEI/s320/img096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came across this photo this morning - I'm not sure if it is the original from which I copied or if it is one of my paintings. The picture hung in the beauty salon I owned back in the 70's when I was into oil painting. Your G'ma Ruth loved the picture so it was only a matter of time before I copied it in oils for her. I painted another copy for my friend, Opal, also. I could never find a signature on the original, so I never knew who to credit. Your G'ma had her painting hanging in her bedroom and it was given to her hairstylist before G'ma moved to the assisted care facility. This woman was always so good to G'ma Ruth and always went "the extra mile" for her. I hope that it is as special for her as it was for G'ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4053373108957769676?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4053373108957769676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4053373108957769676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4053373108957769676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4053373108957769676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-oil-painting-era.html' title='My Oil Painting Era'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SxLD7vOvfnI/AAAAAAAAA78/LmBYu8yBmEI/s72-c/img096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7069350105126669600</id><published>2009-11-26T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:42:36.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sw7ZcSGkO6I/AAAAAAAAA70/FTnnznSU2P4/s1600/th+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408499282437487522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sw7ZcSGkO6I/AAAAAAAAA70/FTnnznSU2P4/s320/th+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been a "bad blogger" of late !!  I know there are still many things within these walls of my home with "history" and lots of childhood and early years memories to recall.  I will get to more of those things as days come and go.  Today, being Thanksgiving, I am thankful for the many good recipes my Mom had.  A family favorite has always been this Sunday Coffee Cake.  The recipe originated from a newspaper sometime in the 1940's.   Mom's friend, Luella, served this at one of those great Sunday dinners that were so memorable when I was growing up.  My collection of recipes are not well organized.  Some are hand-written on scraps of paper - a few in Mom's writing.  This one, among others, so old and used so many times, it is faded and discolored.  These are my favorites !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7069350105126669600?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7069350105126669600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7069350105126669600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7069350105126669600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7069350105126669600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving !!'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sw7ZcSGkO6I/AAAAAAAAA70/FTnnznSU2P4/s72-c/th+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-6210991960147389330</id><published>2009-11-15T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:00:43.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='four generation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnson girls'/><title type='text'>Douglas' Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SwA_WKEA0dI/AAAAAAAAA7s/KNZDNriagSg/s1600-h/summer+1995.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404389202735452626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SwA_WKEA0dI/AAAAAAAAA7s/KNZDNriagSg/s320/summer+1995.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've always liked this photo of us four "girls" !!  It was taken in the summer of 1995 --  Your Dad's favorite four women in the world !!  Making the trip to Iowa is no longer the same with all of the older generation being gone.  When your G'ma Ruth and I sat next to each other at her oldest grand-daughter's wedding, she made a statement about she and G'pa Paul being "the old folks, now".  I now know how she really felt when she made that statement !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-6210991960147389330?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6210991960147389330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=6210991960147389330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/6210991960147389330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/6210991960147389330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/douglas-girls.html' title='Douglas&apos; Girls'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SwA_WKEA0dI/AAAAAAAAA7s/KNZDNriagSg/s72-c/summer+1995.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7450055005433910811</id><published>2009-11-14T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:34:09.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherubs'/><title type='text'>Cherubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sv7mOBmgvVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/nb5JoHw0Kcc/s1600-h/ch+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404009731513695570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sv7mOBmgvVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/nb5JoHw0Kcc/s320/ch+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was going through drawers and boxes of stored things,"trying" to find more stuff to put in the garage sale, (and rid myself of clutter), I came across these little plaster of paris cherubs.  Actually, the condition they are in, they should have been thrown out years ago.  Once again, I will probably place them back in the bottom of one of my lingerie drawers where they have been for at least 40 years !!  I was around 5 or 6 years old when I saw them in the "dime store" and Mom bought them for me.  My sister picked out something that day also, but, I can't recall what it was.  These were hung over the head of our bed that day and always had a place on a wall in my room when I was growing up.  Memories of days gone by -- how do I rid myself of tangible evidence that those days really happened ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7450055005433910811?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7450055005433910811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7450055005433910811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7450055005433910811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7450055005433910811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/cherubs.html' title='Cherubs'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sv7mOBmgvVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/nb5JoHw0Kcc/s72-c/ch+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3498317175265879372</id><published>2009-11-09T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:00:16.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage sale'/><title type='text'>Having a Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SvhkQJcclLI/AAAAAAAAA7U/VuwEsBXaBLc/s1600-h/garage+sale+11-09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402177981606827186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SvhkQJcclLI/AAAAAAAAA7U/VuwEsBXaBLc/s320/garage+sale+11-09+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this photo last Friday morning before my friend, Sharon, and I opened the doors for our garage sale to begin.  Clothes racks and boxes from under the tables were pulled out onto the driveway.  Being a couple of retired ladies, we were able to spend several days preparing and setting up. We organized and priced every item and had several comments from attendees as to how pleasant it was to go to a sale that was more than just "piles" of things. It was a lot of work, but, at the end of three days, we felt we had made enough money to make it all worth while. AND, now, off to spend the money on Christmas shopping !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3498317175265879372?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3498317175265879372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3498317175265879372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3498317175265879372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3498317175265879372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/having-garage-sale.html' title='Having a Garage Sale'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SvhkQJcclLI/AAAAAAAAA7U/VuwEsBXaBLc/s72-c/garage+sale+11-09+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7636683613250410751</id><published>2009-10-30T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:06:45.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music box'/><title type='text'>A Simple Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SusbQNAauxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/U_RX6k2AKWU/s1600-h/box+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398438543516941074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SusbQNAauxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/U_RX6k2AKWU/s320/box+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This simple, plain beautiful box is a music box that plays "Impossible Dream".  It was a Christmas gift to me many years ago, I think sometime in the 60's, from your G'ma and G'pa Johnson.  It has ever since had a spot on my bedroom dresser.  I hadn't opened it to play for a long time until a few days ago.  I thought it was broken because it wouldn't play, even after I wound it a bit.  Seems there is a bit of a secret to begin the music - you must push the little button on the front to the right and hold it for a second or two.  I think this box may have been the first in my love of "boxes" !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7636683613250410751?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7636683613250410751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7636683613250410751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7636683613250410751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7636683613250410751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-box.html' title='A Simple Box'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SusbQNAauxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/U_RX6k2AKWU/s72-c/box+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7859239731120918066</id><published>2009-10-24T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:34:55.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iowa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corn'/><title type='text'>Where the Tall Corn Grows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SuNfXMYWGtI/AAAAAAAAA7E/mn4agMQTrKE/s1600-h/dad+005.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396261630584953554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SuNfXMYWGtI/AAAAAAAAA7E/mn4agMQTrKE/s320/dad+005.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this time of year, back in Iowa, it is harvest time. It was my favorite time of year to go back to visit Mom and Dad and all the other relatives. The weather was always wonderful -- not too hot nor too cold !! AND, once in awhile, I was allowed to drive a tractor again. The machinery used these days is so much different than when I was growing up. We didn't have air conditioned cabs or power steering and power brakes back then. This photo of me was taken in late summer of the mid 70's on one of my visits. It seemed the corn was exceptionally tall that year. With me being a bit over 5 foot, it looks as if the corn is towering near 10 feet. Farmers felt they would have a good crop if the corn was "knee high by the 4th of July" !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7859239731120918066?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7859239731120918066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7859239731120918066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7859239731120918066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7859239731120918066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-tall-corn-grows.html' title='Where the Tall Corn Grows'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SuNfXMYWGtI/AAAAAAAAA7E/mn4agMQTrKE/s72-c/dad+005.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8652963798454987306</id><published>2009-10-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:03:10.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy dish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink depression glass'/><title type='text'>Candy, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/St868Of-7sI/AAAAAAAAA68/Rz3kqWAWvCQ/s1600-h/jj+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395095684971949762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/St868Of-7sI/AAAAAAAAA68/Rz3kqWAWvCQ/s320/jj+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pink depression glass candy dish was another one of those "things" that I talked my Mom out of several years ago !  It was something she acquired in the early years of her marriage.  I have it filled with seashells and sitting on an end table (actually, the old wicker trunk) in my living area.  Most of the seashells came from that trip to Hawaii that you and I took years ago.  I realized the other day that I have been posting on this blog for over a year and there are still a few things around my home that have a story to tell. And then, of course, some of those old photos will conjure up some childhood memories. Seems there are not enough hours in the day as I need to accomplish all I want to do these days !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8652963798454987306?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8652963798454987306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8652963798454987306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8652963798454987306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8652963798454987306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/candy-anyone.html' title='Candy, Anyone?'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/St868Of-7sI/AAAAAAAAA68/Rz3kqWAWvCQ/s72-c/jj+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7807641316049037820</id><published>2009-10-15T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:10:17.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house in town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1956'/><title type='text'>Johnson's New Home in Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Std9Pc8vERI/AAAAAAAAA60/rbmWa7bqVx8/s1600-h/img095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392916783221903634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Std9Pc8vERI/AAAAAAAAA60/rbmWa7bqVx8/s320/img095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In 1956, about the time I had started dating your Dad in high school, his dad was semi-retiring from farming. Your Dad's sister and family were moving into the big old farm house and Mother and Dad, (one day to be your grandparents) were building a new house in " town". Ogden was a budding metropolis of 1500 people and to this day, it still remains a small farming town with about the same number of people. The home they were building was ultra-modern for that day and age. Micro-wave ovens were a luxury then, but, Mother had one of the first ones to be seen in that area of the country.  An inter-com system was installed throughout the house -- another luxury for that day and age !! Originally, the room over the garage was an open patio or "sun porch" and the exterior was painted gray with white trim. The house now has a new family living in it. I hope they will have as many fond memories of life within the walls of this "home" as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7807641316049037820?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7807641316049037820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7807641316049037820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7807641316049037820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7807641316049037820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/johnsons-new-home-in-town.html' title='Johnson&apos;s New Home in Town'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Std9Pc8vERI/AAAAAAAAA60/rbmWa7bqVx8/s72-c/img095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3879612578356205021</id><published>2009-10-03T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:55:22.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhinestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage jewelry'/><title type='text'>More Rhinestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SsezJj0c6mI/AAAAAAAAA6o/5L8ykgxnx70/s1600-h/vi+je+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388472455987522146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SsezJj0c6mI/AAAAAAAAA6o/5L8ykgxnx70/s320/vi+je+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was looking through the costume jewelery in that antique oak tool chest, I also found this bracelet. When we were kids, we did not get a lot of gifts from grandparents or aunts and uncles. One Christmas when I was about ten years old, a package came from Ohio from my Grandma and Grandpa Hanle. My sister and I both received these rhinestone bracelets. Quite grown-up jewelery for such young girls, but, did we ever just "love them". It would not surprise me if your Aunt Shirley still has hers, too. She is more of a pack rat than I am !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3879612578356205021?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3879612578356205021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3879612578356205021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3879612578356205021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3879612578356205021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='More Rhinestones'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SsezJj0c6mI/AAAAAAAAA6o/5L8ykgxnx70/s72-c/vi+je+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-593263849860932175</id><published>2009-09-27T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:55:47.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue rhinestone necklace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage jewelry'/><title type='text'>Blue Rhinestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr-v4FZYZNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/eBWfvIaOgmE/s1600-h/vi+je+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386217057414571218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr-v4FZYZNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/eBWfvIaOgmE/s320/vi+je+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was looking through my costume jewelery in that wonderful old oak tool chest a couple of days ago and came upon a couple of "vintage" pieces. This blue rhinestone "choker" was purchased to wear with my blue lace prom dress back in 1957. Originally, there was a pair of clip on earrings to go with it, but, they have been lost or misplaced, apparently. When I think about how old this necklace really is and the fact that it is still with me after all these years and many moves -- that in itself, is amazing. In 1957, this necklace was quite inexpensive -- vintage rhinestone jewelery at the antique malls these days, is quite pricey !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-593263849860932175?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/593263849860932175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=593263849860932175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/593263849860932175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/593263849860932175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-rhinestones.html' title='Blue Rhinestones'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr-v4FZYZNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/eBWfvIaOgmE/s72-c/vi+je+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5239774886973488196</id><published>2009-09-26T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:10:26.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bellagio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilery'/><title type='text'>Autumn at Bellagio Conservatory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr5V0JxJMaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/c7ZGMwHAhEE/s1600-h/Bellagio+Conservatory+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385836558845292962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr5V0JxJMaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/c7ZGMwHAhEE/s200/Bellagio+Conservatory+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr5VzAKDitI/AAAAAAAAA6I/z3FF9V94Tew/s1600-h/Bellagio+Conservatory+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385836539085556434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr5VzAKDitI/AAAAAAAAA6I/z3FF9V94Tew/s200/Bellagio+Conservatory+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr5VznLn0EI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/bEKObSL-Q4A/s1600-h/Bellagio+Conservatory+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385836549561110594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr5VznLn0EI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/bEKObSL-Q4A/s200/Bellagio+Conservatory+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr5VykQIBdI/AAAAAAAAA6A/q-ugrNCSAjs/s1600-h/Bellagio+Conservatory+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385836531594823122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr5VykQIBdI/AAAAAAAAA6A/q-ugrNCSAjs/s200/Bellagio+Conservatory+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a smidgeon of the photos I took yesterday as Hilery and I viewed the autumn spectacular scenery at the Bellagio Conservatory. Because the plantings and themes are changed five times a year, it gives us an excuse to be "tourists" !! Photos would not begin to capture the beauty of the gorgeous mums in every color imaginable. There were 800 pound pumpkins, gourds in every shape and color, giant Venus fly traps, unusual tree fountains, and we loved the "talking" tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5239774886973488196?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5239774886973488196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5239774886973488196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5239774886973488196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5239774886973488196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn-at-bellagio-conservatory.html' title='Autumn at Bellagio Conservatory'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sr5V0JxJMaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/c7ZGMwHAhEE/s72-c/Bellagio+Conservatory+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5774588563861340904</id><published>2009-09-21T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:24:31.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atc altered art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Hallowe'en ATC's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SrenVRHFwMI/AAAAAAAAA5o/LJJ-hdXALcw/s1600-h/Halloween+ATCs+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383955863356948674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SrenVRHFwMI/AAAAAAAAA5o/LJJ-hdXALcw/s320/Halloween+ATCs+2009+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to get back in the "groove" after my trip to Kansas to visit you before your move to N. Carolina.  I had a lot of fun creating these Halloween atc's along side you at your craft table.  Now, I am all ready to get my box of Halloween holiday goodies out and create some more spooky "stuff" !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5774588563861340904?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5774588563861340904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5774588563861340904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5774588563861340904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5774588563861340904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-atcs.html' title='Hallowe&apos;en ATC&apos;s'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SrenVRHFwMI/AAAAAAAAA5o/LJJ-hdXALcw/s72-c/Halloween+ATCs+2009+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5209825259554631207</id><published>2009-09-17T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:11:13.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice'/><title type='text'>Clarice and Susie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SrKKF3i7HRI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Hx0Zd5jq-6g/s1600-h/Wichita+Aug-2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382516338075573522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SrKKF3i7HRI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Hx0Zd5jq-6g/s200/Wichita+Aug-2009+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SrKKFIQniFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/QBQwosFJXqo/s1600-h/Wichita+Aug-2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382516325382326354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SrKKFIQniFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/QBQwosFJXqo/s200/Wichita+Aug-2009+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking over 50 photos of your babies one day, I was determined to catch the "perfect" pose. Of course, they were always at their best when I didn't have the camera pointed at them !! I am happy for the digital cameras as it would be costly for the amount of film I would have used on just this one occasion !!  Anyway, these two "poses" were the ones I chose to be the best of the many !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5209825259554631207?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5209825259554631207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5209825259554631207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5209825259554631207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5209825259554631207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/09/susie-and-clarice.html' title='Clarice and Susie'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SrKKF3i7HRI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Hx0Zd5jq-6g/s72-c/Wichita+Aug-2009+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-1564911144942543597</id><published>2009-08-30T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:04:49.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hixon family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>A Visit to Kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Spq8TfRI3aI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LE_ywC1jQb0/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375816148217028002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Spq8TfRI3aI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LE_ywC1jQb0/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will be taking off in the morning for a 10 day visit with you, my favorite daughter, my favorite son-in-law and your two girls, Susie and Clarice. It will undoubtedly be my last time to visit you all in Wichita in your lovely home there. For you and your family to be moving to No. Carolina with new surroundings, new work relationships, and a new home are all major changes, not only for you, but also for those of us who love you !! Most assuredly, we will all adjust !! I have to stop and count how many times your Dad and I moved during our 40 years together !! We always managed to bloom wherever we were planted !! This is one of my favorite photos taken when I visited last summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-1564911144942543597?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1564911144942543597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=1564911144942543597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1564911144942543597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1564911144942543597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-to-kansas.html' title='A Visit to Kansas'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Spq8TfRI3aI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LE_ywC1jQb0/s72-c/IMG_1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4064498197059025214</id><published>2009-08-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:11:41.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='berry bowl.'/><title type='text'>Life is "Just a Bowl of Cherries"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SpQdWUOHsiI/AAAAAAAAA4g/te_2-cja9Ck/s1600-h/ch+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373952524582105634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SpQdWUOHsiI/AAAAAAAAA4g/te_2-cja9Ck/s320/ch+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I purchased these beautiful, tasty cherries at the grocery market a couple of days ago. The little crystal bowl they are in is one of a set of five that go along with a large crystal berry bowl. I purchased this set over 20 years ago at a farm auction in Iowa. It is vintage replica, but another few years, it will be antique !! I have often wondered why these berry bowl sets always have just five small serving dishes !! Eating these cherries brought up some fun memories of your Dad. Of course, he loved these fresh cherries and when we had them, he didn't like to share. He wanted them all to himself !! He was one of few people I have ever known that could tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. That contest started in some bar somewhere years and years ago with maraschino cherries with stems that arrived in certain mixed drinks. He liked showing off this little trick of his whenever there were stemmed cherries around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4064498197059025214?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4064498197059025214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4064498197059025214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4064498197059025214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4064498197059025214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-just-bowl-of-cherries.html' title='Life is &quot;Just a Bowl of Cherries&quot;'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SpQdWUOHsiI/AAAAAAAAA4g/te_2-cja9Ck/s72-c/ch+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3029863428182437495</id><published>2009-08-21T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:07:04.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schultz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house on Hubby farm'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/So7WI_dKhbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/G2GLlhLILFI/s1600-h/Schultz+house+1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372466855460636082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/So7WI_dKhbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/G2GLlhLILFI/s320/Schultz+house+1980.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was going through photos, I found this one dated 1980. I'm not sure what year your G'ma and G'pa Schultz bought this 120 acre farm, but, this was the house as it was when they first moved into it. They later put yellow aluminum siding on and changed the front porch somewhat. The new owners of the farm have now removed that siding, added a large room on the west side, and are planning to build a huge summer porch all the way around from what I have been told. This house had that beautiful front entry with the large open staircase that I loved. And then there was that lovely leaded glass window !! Although I did not grow up in this home, it has some wonderful memories of Mom and Dad attached to it !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3029863428182437495?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3029863428182437495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3029863428182437495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3029863428182437495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3029863428182437495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/So7WI_dKhbI/AAAAAAAAA4U/G2GLlhLILFI/s72-c/Schultz+house+1980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3126797441523448389</id><published>2009-08-17T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:50:08.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage photo'/><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SomFHa8K8_I/AAAAAAAAA4E/DIzCZt1gGzU/s1600-h/11-4-45+virg.David.Shirl+on+horse,+Ivan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370970393153303538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SomFHa8K8_I/AAAAAAAAA4E/DIzCZt1gGzU/s320/11-4-45+virg.David.Shirl+on+horse,+Ivan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This faded photo taken in Ohio, is dated November, 1945. That is me on the right and my sister is on the pony that belonged to cousin Ivan, on the right. Ivan was a long awaited child and always seemed to have everything any child could want. The other cousin is David, whose father had just died. Erwin was my mother's brother and had just been to visit us in Iowa a month before, on his way to South Dakota to go pheasant hunting with family and friends. Of course, this was my first funeral and the image of my Mom lifting me to view my uncle's body in the casket, is as clear to me today as it was that day. If it were not for this photo, that would be the only thing about that trip to Ohio that I would ever have remembered. Odd, the remembrances of childhood experiences that stay with you all of your life !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3126797441523448389?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3126797441523448389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3126797441523448389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3126797441523448389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3126797441523448389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SomFHa8K8_I/AAAAAAAAA4E/DIzCZt1gGzU/s72-c/11-4-45+virg.David.Shirl+on+horse,+Ivan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-154047415949436384</id><published>2009-08-15T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:37:29.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wooden spools'/><title type='text'>Spools</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sobh0djXG0I/AAAAAAAAA38/52aThAYpwUM/s1600-h/ss+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370227897088285506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sobh0djXG0I/AAAAAAAAA38/52aThAYpwUM/s320/ss+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple more items displayed atop my kitchen cabinets are these two containers filled with spools of thread.  Most all the spools are wooden and most all the colors were purchased through the years of creating clothing for the three of us.  I would venture to say most of the spools are at least 30 years old and some are close to 50, at least.  I haven't sewn a garment "from scratch" in 15 years, at least.  Every so often, I get onto the ladder and pull down one of the containers because I need a certain color for a bit of mending or a bit of color for an artful creation.  Another bit of "wondering why I keep certain things, but, glad I did" thing !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-154047415949436384?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/154047415949436384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=154047415949436384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/154047415949436384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/154047415949436384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/spools.html' title='Spools'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sobh0djXG0I/AAAAAAAAA38/52aThAYpwUM/s72-c/ss+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4151752246394265175</id><published>2009-08-13T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:48:53.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davy'/><title type='text'>Playing Dress-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoRLpp8DGVI/AAAAAAAAA30/bDrgysBi_Bc/s1600-h/Virg.,+Shirl,+Davy+1048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369499834736908626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoRLpp8DGVI/AAAAAAAAA30/bDrgysBi_Bc/s320/Virg.,+Shirl,+Davy+1048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The date on the back of this photo is 1948 -- that's me on the right, sister Shirley in the middle and cousin Davy on the right.  I don't recall this particular moment, but, I know as kids, we were always taking on roles of someone we idolized or read or heard about, by "playing dress-up" !!  I have no idea who any of us were impersonating on this particular day !!  Luella, this one friend of Mom's, had a couple of trunks full of beautiful old clothes, hats, jewelery and shoes.   We loved visiting her home because she would turn us loose to play with all those wonderful things in those trunks.  Luella and Mom would be visiting in the kitchen and Dad and Elmer, her husband, in the living room or outdoors.  They all oohed and aahed as we and their daughter, Claudene,  paraded our outfits for them.  Remember the day we were looking at the old prom and formal dresses your G'ma Schultz had in that closet upstairs ??  I must hunt for the photos of that "dress-up" day !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4151752246394265175?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4151752246394265175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4151752246394265175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4151752246394265175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4151752246394265175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-dress-up.html' title='Playing Dress-up'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoRLpp8DGVI/AAAAAAAAA30/bDrgysBi_Bc/s72-c/Virg.,+Shirl,+Davy+1048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8527807137758455302</id><published>2009-08-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:57:01.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Dakota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad&apos;s homeplace'/><title type='text'>House of Seven Gables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoLoznuAsdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/BicXXOHuAdg/s1600-h/Schulta+homeplace+So.+Dak.+%2778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369109679311991250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoLoznuAsdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/BicXXOHuAdg/s320/Schulta+homeplace+So.+Dak.+%2778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a photo taken in the late 70's of the house in South Dakota where my Dad grew up. Stories I remember hearing was the house was built for my grand-parents, Emma Moege and Emil Schultz, before they were married in 1911. Emma came from a quite wealthy family and wanted a house with "seven gables". I should have taken a photo of the back of the house, too. As a kid, through the years, there were several trips from Iowa to see my Dad's family in South Dakota. All those uncles still at home, thought us three kids were the "cat's meow" and kept us quite well entertained !! Although Mom's parents and siblings had moved on to Ohio, she still had aunts, uncles and cousins we would visit while we were there, so there were a few younger second cousins to have some fun with. A trip to South Dakota was always a great "adventure" !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8527807137758455302?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8527807137758455302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8527807137758455302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8527807137758455302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8527807137758455302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/house-of-seven-gables.html' title='House of Seven Gables'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoLoznuAsdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/BicXXOHuAdg/s72-c/Schulta+homeplace+So.+Dak.+%2778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5243728078528854576</id><published>2009-08-10T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:25:30.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70&apos;s glamor shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><title type='text'>Glamour Shots ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoBMFFpZEvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/TrgradBD4Lw/s1600-h/lady+in+red+002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368374406124475122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoBMFFpZEvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/TrgradBD4Lw/s200/lady+in+red+002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoBLW0K6u0I/AAAAAAAAA3M/q3YP-yITUzU/s1600-h/about+1975.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368373611159272258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoBLW0K6u0I/AAAAAAAAA3M/q3YP-yITUzU/s200/about+1975.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt that I could have gotten your Dad to make a special trip to a photographer's studio for professional portraits. Owning my own beauty salon did have its advantages !! A photographer came in and set up for a couple of days -- all the clients were looking their best with a fresh hair style and a little professional help with their make-up if they wanted it. It was time for your Dad to get a hair cut and perm -- here we were in the mid-70's with those curly hairstyles being the "in" thing -- We posed for our photos and I always loved the way they turned out. My only regret is that we did not have one done of the two of us together -- I think we were quite a handsome couple !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5243728078528854576?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5243728078528854576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5243728078528854576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5243728078528854576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5243728078528854576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/glamor-shots.html' title='Glamour Shots ??'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SoBMFFpZEvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/TrgradBD4Lw/s72-c/lady+in+red+002.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4563872158604515314</id><published>2009-08-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:59:51.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep'/><title type='text'>"Pet" Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sn22wsNgnHI/AAAAAAAAA3E/02zPKn1NzkA/s1600-h/1942.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367647278513298546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sn22wsNgnHI/AAAAAAAAA3E/02zPKn1NzkA/s320/1942.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure if I remember this sheep because of this picture or if I really remember the sheep !! I do remember how her wool felt when I put my hand through it, so I guess I remember her !!  Or, was it him ?  The sheep didn't have a name that my sister or I could recall.  We had a fence around the yard of the house and the sheep was good at keeping the grass mowed down a bit.  When I was four, we moved to another farm and the sheep was sold.  Questions I never asked and now have no one to ask are, why did we have just one sheep ? Did we get it when it was a baby ?  Why did we never have any more ?  Did she have a name ? I guess we don't always know what questions we might be   interested in knowing the answers to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4563872158604515314?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4563872158604515314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4563872158604515314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4563872158604515314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4563872158604515314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/pet-sheep.html' title='&quot;Pet&quot; Sheep'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sn22wsNgnHI/AAAAAAAAA3E/02zPKn1NzkA/s72-c/1942.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3095527015687803464</id><published>2009-08-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:38:04.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Dakota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanle'/><title type='text'>Horses for Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Snxv3wtSzvI/AAAAAAAAA28/XA5EN8tLdis/s1600-h/horses.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367287859677155058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Snxv3wtSzvI/AAAAAAAAA28/XA5EN8tLdis/s320/horses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This old photo of "horses behinds" has always fascinated me. The horses were being readied for a farm sale during the depression when my G'ma and G'pa Hanle were giving up farming in South Dakota and moving to Canton, Ohio. There were jobs there and hope !! Draft horses were used to pull plows, planters and other farm implements. My Dad had four of these type horses before he purchased his first tractor in the early 40's. We kids always wanted a riding pony, but, Dad would never give in to that idea. He had enough of dealing with these animals and had been kicked one too many times !! Consequently, he was short on love for any kind of horse !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3095527015687803464?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3095527015687803464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3095527015687803464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3095527015687803464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3095527015687803464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/horses-for-sale.html' title='Horses for Sale'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Snxv3wtSzvI/AAAAAAAAA28/XA5EN8tLdis/s72-c/horses.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4614001186779490650</id><published>2009-08-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:27:16.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rod Stewart'/><title type='text'>Rod Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnhbVI68SWI/AAAAAAAAA20/YMibjrRTXEY/s1600-h/Rod+Stewart+8-01-09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366139374742030690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnhbVI68SWI/AAAAAAAAA20/YMibjrRTXEY/s320/Rod+Stewart+8-01-09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Saturday night, Rod Stewart was performing at the MGM Grand events arena.. I purchased my ticket the first day they went on sale a couple months ago.  The set-up in the arena for this type of show seats around 10,000 people and I saw very few empty seats. Rod is 64 years old and I was in awe of the energy he had -- he had the crowd on their feet, singing and dancing right along with him.  It was an amazing evening !!  There are several "big name" entertainers that appear in concerts here once in awhile.  When I was working, I couldn't make it to the concerts that I would like to have seen, but, now that I am retired, guess what ??  I am going to go to any and all that I have a desire to see !!  Some, I may even go when they come back to town the next time !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4614001186779490650?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4614001186779490650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4614001186779490650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4614001186779490650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4614001186779490650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/rod-stewart.html' title='Rod Stewart'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnhbVI68SWI/AAAAAAAAA20/YMibjrRTXEY/s72-c/Rod+Stewart+8-01-09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7961425904701952552</id><published>2009-08-01T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:57:45.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><title type='text'>Living in Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnTL8tJxjVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2pQJZbCXALA/s1600-h/Casinos.jpg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365137299878284626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnTL8tJxjVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2pQJZbCXALA/s320/Casinos.jpg6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I take so much for granted living in this city that never sleeps !! Grocery stores, pharmacies, Walmart's, bowling alleys, gymnasiums, casinos -- you name it, 24 hours a day, any time of the day or night, any day of the week, you can shop, play, go for a work-out at the gym, do most anything your little heart desires. There is always a big name entertainer to go see or a lesser known entertainer where the price is much less, but, the show will be just as entertaining !! I have loved living in this city from the very first day, although it was one of the hottest days of the year 24 years ago this month. The scene in this photo looks much different today than it did 20 years ago. The "downtown Las Vegas strip" is now covered with a canopy featuring an overhead light show every night and the three block long area has the feeling of a "casino mall". I miss the fabulous casino signs with the glittering neon lights. Progress is wonderful, but, some days I long for some things to be as they used to be !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7961425904701952552?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7961425904701952552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7961425904701952552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7961425904701952552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7961425904701952552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-in-las-vegas.html' title='Living in Las Vegas'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnTL8tJxjVI/AAAAAAAAA2k/2pQJZbCXALA/s72-c/Casinos.jpg6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4306555092298847977</id><published>2009-07-30T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:25:01.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><title type='text'>Sing Like No One is Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnHTVlJU7qI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ItVRU5CCwjE/s1600-h/58+high+school+016.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364300998876917410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnHTVlJU7qI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ItVRU5CCwjE/s320/58+high+school+016.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo taken from my '58 high school annual - that's me in the middle row, right. I sang in the girl's chorus, the mixed chorus, this sextette, plus solos. There would be concerts staged at the school, we went to local and state contests and it was just another all round fun activity. I often find it unbelievable that I did a lot of the things that I did. Today, I can barely "carry a tune in a bucket" !!! I am reminded of a time when I believe I was singing along with a song in the car one day and you said "Please don't sing, Mommy". Today, I only sing in the car when I am alone and listening to my favorite radio station. AND, the windows are closed !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4306555092298847977?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4306555092298847977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4306555092298847977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4306555092298847977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4306555092298847977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/sing-like-no-one-is-listening.html' title='Sing Like No One is Listening'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnHTVlJU7qI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ItVRU5CCwjE/s72-c/58+high+school+016.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7077399555379633751</id><published>2009-07-29T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:44:14.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><title type='text'>The Actress in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnDlWsFXZmI/AAAAAAAAA2M/U3yOutGRXFo/s1600-h/57+high+school+annual+014.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364039334151808610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnDlWsFXZmI/AAAAAAAAA2M/U3yOutGRXFo/s320/57+high+school+annual+014.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a photo of me taken out of my 1957 High School annual. I had the lead part in the Junior Class Play "Time Out for Ginger". I don't remember much about the plot of the play, other than Ginger was quite a tomboy throughout the first two acts and in the 3rd act, she shows how much of a "girlie" girl she really was after all !! I had parts in several plays throughout my high school years, most of them being the female lead part. Being in the plays was always so much fun for me -- I always had my lines memorized to a "T" and never missed a cue. In today's world, many times, I forget what I read 5 minutes ago !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7077399555379633751?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7077399555379633751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7077399555379633751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7077399555379633751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7077399555379633751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/actress-in-me.html' title='The Actress in Me'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SnDlWsFXZmI/AAAAAAAAA2M/U3yOutGRXFo/s72-c/57+high+school+annual+014.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4908835374118743504</id><published>2009-07-27T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:53:48.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilery'/><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sm3fxDltIZI/AAAAAAAAA18/OhnGC8npYFw/s1600-h/slot+player.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363188765138166162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sm3fxDltIZI/AAAAAAAAA18/OhnGC8npYFw/s320/slot+player.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Call it fate, call it destiny, call it what you like !! The fact that Hilery and I have both come to call Las Vegas "home" was not something either of us would have ever foreseen !!. We had a conversation the other day about choosing a place to settle down.  Las Vegas would probably NOT have been the city we would have chosen.  As "fate" would have it, your Dad's job moved us here.  As "destiny" would have it, I introduced Hilery to the love of her life when she came for a visit at age 19.  Now, I have lived here longer than anywhere else I have ever settled in my lifetime.  Hilery, playing a vintage slot machine,  is about 4 years old in this photo taken in her other grandparent's "playroom".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4908835374118743504?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4908835374118743504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4908835374118743504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4908835374118743504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4908835374118743504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sm3fxDltIZI/AAAAAAAAA18/OhnGC8npYFw/s72-c/slot+player.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5287828669298541439</id><published>2009-07-23T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:14:22.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Izmir'/><title type='text'>Seeing the Sights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmiKRlntKtI/AAAAAAAAA10/x41KxmkV4Jw/s1600-h/img086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361687391145634514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmiKRlntKtI/AAAAAAAAA10/x41KxmkV4Jw/s320/img086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at Ephesus in Turkey in 1980. I have been looking through a lot of old photos the last few days and I am thinking how great it was for us that our husbands worked for a company that gave us the chance to see a bit of the world !! Even though living conditions weren't always as convenient as we would have liked, I know that I would never have traveled to all of the places we traveled, otherwise !! These historic ancient city ruins were one of many of the sights we saw together. You know your Dad was never much for sight-seeing trips, so I am ever thankful that you were more adventurous.  I wonder what is in that huge tote bag I'm carrying !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5287828669298541439?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5287828669298541439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5287828669298541439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5287828669298541439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5287828669298541439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/seeing-sights.html' title='Seeing the Sights'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmiKRlntKtI/AAAAAAAAA10/x41KxmkV4Jw/s72-c/img086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5624623291933762381</id><published>2009-07-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:47:11.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Dakota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>Four Generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmYNyN8SChI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4VTeeFLcwZM/s1600-h/img085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360987562818275858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmYNyN8SChI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4VTeeFLcwZM/s200/img085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another photo taken at that Heckel family reunion in South Dakota back in 1959. There you are at one year old, then me, and I'm not even 20 yet !!! Was I ever that young ?? Seems like a long time ago, yet, only yesterday !! Mom would have been in her mid -40's, and I suppose my Grandma Hanle was probably mid-60's. Mom once told me that my Grandma came up with my name, Virginia. Mom never said so, but, I think they were looking for a boy since I was the second child and probably didn't have a girl's name picked out. And then, I was bestowed with my grandma's name for a middle name, Katherine !! I have always liked my name, but was that ever a lot of letters for a little kid to learn to print !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5624623291933762381?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5624623291933762381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5624623291933762381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5624623291933762381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5624623291933762381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-generations.html' title='Four Generations'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmYNyN8SChI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4VTeeFLcwZM/s72-c/img085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5225385967666931732</id><published>2009-07-19T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:08:36.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ringo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Baby Ringo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmNcOm3HD5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/gU3LMWNdtcI/s1600-h/Tammy+%26+Ringo+1965+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360229387520642962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmNcOm3HD5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/gU3LMWNdtcI/s200/Tammy+%26+Ringo+1965+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you posted this photo on your blog and I asked you to send me a copy, your comment in your email about the day after Ringo came to live with us, you hated having to have to go to school and leave him behind. AND then all you could do was think about him ! It reminded me of how much we have loved our dogs and how much love they have given us. They live in the moment and teach us so much if only we are willing to listen !! He really was a cute little puppy -- it is still hard for me to believe your Dad just brought him home one day without there ever being a discussion about getting a dog !! Or, did you talk to him about it ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5225385967666931732?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5225385967666931732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5225385967666931732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5225385967666931732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5225385967666931732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-ringo.html' title='Baby Ringo'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmNcOm3HD5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/gU3LMWNdtcI/s72-c/Tammy+%26+Ringo+1965+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4316306850517231744</id><published>2009-07-18T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:21:05.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my art'/><title type='text'>My "Bird Book"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIgEHbr3SI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3mBlqeyOh3U/s1600-h/Bird+Book+7-09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359881761611046178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIgEHbr3SI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3mBlqeyOh3U/s200/Bird+Book+7-09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIgDoOO2BI/AAAAAAAAA1M/5fel_w2MtmM/s1600-h/Bird+Book+7-09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359881753233119250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIgDoOO2BI/AAAAAAAAA1M/5fel_w2MtmM/s200/Bird+Book+7-09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfqZnwM_I/AAAAAAAAA08/mfh0HWA8fJE/s1600-h/Bird+Book+7-09+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359881319816901618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfqZnwM_I/AAAAAAAAA08/mfh0HWA8fJE/s200/Bird+Book+7-09+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfp1q4fNI/AAAAAAAAA00/OSnDzhnUN6A/s1600-h/Bird+Book+7-09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359881310166351058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfp1q4fNI/AAAAAAAAA00/OSnDzhnUN6A/s200/Bird+Book+7-09+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfpS1X9OI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QcFceiTjgTA/s1600-h/Bird+Book+7-09+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359881300815115490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfpS1X9OI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QcFceiTjgTA/s200/Bird+Book+7-09+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfpKOhNmI/AAAAAAAAA0c/JXvve5a2vj8/s1600-h/Bird+Book+7-09+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359881298504660578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfpKOhNmI/AAAAAAAAA0c/JXvve5a2vj8/s200/Bird+Book+7-09+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIgDYU_eQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/84RhXsYQ5qc/s1600-h/Bird+Book+7-09+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359881748966504706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIgDYU_eQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/84RhXsYQ5qc/s200/Bird+Book+7-09+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfpkrUL6I/AAAAAAAAA0s/t8RdLpw8NDY/s1600-h/Bird+Book+7-09+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359881305604763554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIfpkrUL6I/AAAAAAAAA0s/t8RdLpw8NDY/s200/Bird+Book+7-09+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the computer illiterate that I am, I haven't figured out how to space these photos of my book and write about each one individually. Click on the photos for a larger view. Using your book for inspiration, Hilery and I had a goal of using things we had and not to purchase anything new. WELL, I did buy a few "bird trade cards" on eBay and we did buy a carpenter's measuring tool. The covers are from an old high school literature book that I found stored in a box in the  garage. The sticks in the binding came from the farm down by the river in Iowa. On a trip back there a couple of years ago, I had picked up bits and pieces from the wooded area and had put them in a box, thinking I would use them for something, sometime !! We did print out a few pictures of things from &lt;a href="http://vintageprintable.com/"&gt;http://vintageprintable.com/&lt;/a&gt; . I added a few personal items to make it "my own", such as the image of my dad as a young boy, numbers with meaning - the 4322 was the number on the first house we bought -- 1958 was the year of our marriage and the year of your birth. The old spoon came from a box of things my friend Willa had given me. She always loved my creations and was ever on the lookout for items of artistic interest for me. Hilery found the rusty nail in her yard. Creating this book was a huge step away from the norm for me. Hilery and I had five exciting Friday afternoons of creativity !! I am pleased with the end results and when I look at the book, I think "Did I really do all that ?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4316306850517231744?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4316306850517231744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4316306850517231744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4316306850517231744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4316306850517231744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/ny-bird-book.html' title='My &quot;Bird Book&quot;'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SmIgEHbr3SI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3mBlqeyOh3U/s72-c/Bird+Book+7-09+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5266170370368884195</id><published>2009-07-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:15:02.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilery'/><title type='text'>Playmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sl9WRf6_JaI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5Bt9dX_WrUU/s1600-h/Culture+Park+Izmir+10-19-81.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359096940220851618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sl9WRf6_JaI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5Bt9dX_WrUU/s320/Culture+Park+Izmir+10-19-81.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo of Hilery and me, (Gramma), was taken at a park in Izmir, Turkey in 1981. You once made the statement that Hilery looked at me as a "big" playmate. I always had fun with her when I had the opportunity to be with her. Now, she is all grown up, lives close to me, and we still have fun "playing" together. Your "Bird Book" at &lt;a href="http://www.twodogstudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.twodogstudio.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; on June 4, has been our inspiration for our "play sessions" the last few weeks. We should have our books finished soon and I can hardly wait to post photos for you to see. It is always amazing to me how each artist with the same inspiring theme will turn out a totally different look to their finished project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5266170370368884195?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5266170370368884195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5266170370368884195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5266170370368884195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5266170370368884195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/playmates.html' title='Playmates'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sl9WRf6_JaI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5Bt9dX_WrUU/s72-c/Culture+Park+Izmir+10-19-81.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7893999802347788993</id><published>2009-07-14T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:14:33.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ozzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Okinawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilery'/><title type='text'>In Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlzWsqaoFII/AAAAAAAAAx4/33NvxUVyThQ/s1600-h/aug-%2782.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358393719452603522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlzWsqaoFII/AAAAAAAAAx4/33NvxUVyThQ/s320/aug-%2782.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Sharon and I went to Sam's Town last week to see a movie (senior discount day on Tuesday's), we were walking through the atrium.   Along one of the walkways. a hibiscus was in full bloom.  It reminded me of this photo of Hilery and Ozzie dog taken in Okinawa.  Where we lived, we not only had a gorgeous hedge row of hibiscus, but, also on one side of the house, a whole row of poinsettia "bushes".  Hilery in her little hibiscus print muu-muu and flower in her hair, plus the back drop of hibiscus made for a pretty cute photo-op !!  Ozzie was a neighbor dog that spent as much time at our house as he did his own home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7893999802347788993?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7893999802347788993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7893999802347788993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7893999802347788993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7893999802347788993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-bloom.html' title='In Bloom'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlzWsqaoFII/AAAAAAAAAx4/33NvxUVyThQ/s72-c/aug-%2782.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-1259772934587705017</id><published>2009-07-12T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:27:38.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yanni concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><title type='text'>With Stars of the Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SloZMXME9_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/flL9OQWmkfc/s1600-h/Chloe+and+Leslie+w.+me+6-27-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357622406884423666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SloZMXME9_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/flL9OQWmkfc/s320/Chloe+and+Leslie+w.+me+6-27-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I received this photo in the mail yesterday from Kelly, a representative at Channel 10, our public service television broadcasters. The two beautiful gals are Chloe and Leslie Mills, the female vocalists at the Yanni concert I attended June 27th. These talented young artists, Ender Thomas and Nathan Pacheco, included, were so congenial and sweet at the "meet and greet" session before the concert. All four have written lyrics to their favored Yanni compositions and performed throughout the concert. Purchasing this ticket and attending Yanni's concert has been one of the best gifts I have ever given myself !! An unforgettable experience !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-1259772934587705017?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1259772934587705017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=1259772934587705017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1259772934587705017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1259772934587705017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-stars-of-show.html' title='With Stars of the Show'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SloZMXME9_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/flL9OQWmkfc/s72-c/Chloe+and+Leslie+w.+me+6-27-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8726978346214387160</id><published>2009-07-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:35:12.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><title type='text'>Spoil the "Girls" Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlitlwATATI/AAAAAAAAAxA/m-RHPGFbRmk/s1600-h/Girls+Day+Out+7-09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357222620810117426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlitlwATATI/AAAAAAAAAxA/m-RHPGFbRmk/s320/Girls+Day+Out+7-09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday morning, my friend Sharon called and said our friend Lana, had a day off -- "Let's go get pedicures and have lunch together". She didn't have to twist my arm too hard !!! Lana had retired and moved to Florida, but, economic situations changed for her. She and her husband are back in Las Vegas and both have returned to work. We three "old gals" have a great time when we have the opportunity to get together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8726978346214387160?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8726978346214387160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8726978346214387160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8726978346214387160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8726978346214387160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/spoil-girls-day.html' title='Spoil the &quot;Girls&quot; Day'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlitlwATATI/AAAAAAAAAxA/m-RHPGFbRmk/s72-c/Girls+Day+Out+7-09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7296056211415334912</id><published>2009-07-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:22:54.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><title type='text'>Shark on Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlYHmZ9d5wI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ugy-lMD4l58/s1600-h/Sunset+6-9-09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356477163188905730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlYHmZ9d5wI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ugy-lMD4l58/s320/Sunset+6-9-09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are many gorgeous sunsets here in the Las Vegas area desert, but it is rare that I can walk out my front door and see this kind of sight. Last evening when I walked out to lock everything up for the night, I walked right back in and grabbed my camera. A "cloud image" was clear to me when I viewed the photos this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary."  - Aaron Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7296056211415334912?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7296056211415334912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7296056211415334912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7296056211415334912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7296056211415334912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/shark-on-fire.html' title='Shark on Fire'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlYHmZ9d5wI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ugy-lMD4l58/s72-c/Sunset+6-9-09+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8168788740096360088</id><published>2009-07-08T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:37:53.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage lace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pillow'/><title type='text'>Vintage Lace Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlTVdFovalI/AAAAAAAAAww/JuI-jUwRe1k/s1600-h/o+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356140552556341842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlTVdFovalI/AAAAAAAAAww/JuI-jUwRe1k/s320/o+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I put these patchwork, vintage lace pillows together about 15 years ago or so -- Today, I would probably be using the lace in altered art projects !! I really don't recall exactly where the bag of lace came from, either a garage sale or antique mall. I had no idea at the time what I would ever do with it, I just thought the pieces were so beautiful !! Somewhere, I saw a new pillow made in this fashion and so three pillows were born, one for me, one for you and one for my friend Willa. This pillow is home on the daybed in my "multi-purpose" room, along with other treasured pillows and of course, some teddy bears !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8168788740096360088?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8168788740096360088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8168788740096360088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8168788740096360088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8168788740096360088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/vintage-lace-pillow.html' title='Vintage Lace Pillow'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlTVdFovalI/AAAAAAAAAww/JuI-jUwRe1k/s72-c/o+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2768199952100126271</id><published>2009-07-05T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:29:13.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Luck'/><title type='text'>Lady Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlDuCIToFcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/l9Wao1Y3ya4/s1600-h/tammy+1976.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355041677300471234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlDuCIToFcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/l9Wao1Y3ya4/s320/tammy+1976.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I suppose this could have been called "child endangerment" !! I often tell the story of the trip you and I made to Las Vegas in the fall of 1976 -- I always remember it as being a super fun time and hope you do, too. Seeing two shows a night -- all those great old entertainers, many of them no longer with us, was the best part. Your Dad would indulge me and see a show now and then, but, it wasn't his favorite thing to do !!  Oddly though, he enjoyed them as much as I did, once I got him there !! The Lady Luck Casino/Hotel where this photo was taken has been closed for a couple of years, under renovation. Ironic that it was the first place I worked as a blackjack dealer nine years later !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2768199952100126271?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2768199952100126271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2768199952100126271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2768199952100126271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2768199952100126271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-luck.html' title='Lady Luck'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SlDuCIToFcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/l9Wao1Y3ya4/s72-c/tammy+1976.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-1471878811204006456</id><published>2009-07-04T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:03:00.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sk-O9TJSOjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/4cdXzT6IoU4/s1600-h/flag+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354655665729190450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sk-O9TJSOjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/4cdXzT6IoU4/s320/flag+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I purchased this silk boat flag when we were living in New Hampshire. The duplex we rented had a bracket to show a flag and I hung it out daily. When we moved into our townhouse, I purchased a bracket for the back patio. Your Dad was in charge of putting out the flag on patriotic holidays. Today is the first time I have put the flag out since he has been gone. It is a hot, humid 4th of July, but, there is a nice gentle breeze to give our flag a beautiful flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-1471878811204006456?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1471878811204006456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=1471878811204006456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1471878811204006456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/1471878811204006456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sk-O9TJSOjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/4cdXzT6IoU4/s72-c/flag+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-402920906996091755</id><published>2009-07-02T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:27:41.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green depression glass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Nesting Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Skzayqe5KsI/AAAAAAAAAwY/T-n1b8pnEw4/s1600-h/g+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353894620968856258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Skzayqe5KsI/AAAAAAAAAwY/T-n1b8pnEw4/s320/g+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A green depression glass replica nesting chicken was a Christmas gift from my mother and father-in-law sometime in the early 90's.  I had been back to Iowa for a visit to the families as I did most every autumn.  While there,  your G'ma Ruth (my wonderful mother-in-law) and I went to lunch at a tearoom in Boone.  We were near the restored birthplace home of Mamie Doud Eisenhower there in Boone and also did the tour there. Of course, there was a little gift shop area and we were looking at all the neat little things on display.  I must have commented on this chicken as it appeared that next Christmas.  It is at home in the kitchen cabinets, always ready to be used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-402920906996091755?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/402920906996091755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=402920906996091755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/402920906996091755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/402920906996091755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/nesting-chicken.html' title='Nesting Chicken'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Skzayqe5KsI/AAAAAAAAAwY/T-n1b8pnEw4/s72-c/g+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-5300316900137968163</id><published>2009-06-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:54:44.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emboidery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Mom's Crewel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SkkG24CfKdI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_KtDcVNiGbs/s1600-h/n+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352817171932064210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SkkG24CfKdI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_KtDcVNiGbs/s320/n+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another piece of my Mom's needlework that I have hanging in my "multi-purpose" room. Mom had sent this piece home with me one time to give to my friend, Willa. Mom and Willa never met face to face, but did visit each other on the phone occasionally. They felt like they knew each other with me being close to both of them. When I gave the needlework piece to Willa, she immediately had it framed and had a brass name tag with Mom's name made for it. It hung in her bedroom for quite a few years. When Willa's health started going downhill, she asked me to take it as she thought I should have it rather than someone in her family. Mom was so very accomplished with her needlework and seamstress abilities. I am always in awe when I look upon her work !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-5300316900137968163?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5300316900137968163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=5300316900137968163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5300316900137968163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/5300316900137968163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/moms-crewel.html' title='Mom&apos;s Crewel'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SkkG24CfKdI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_KtDcVNiGbs/s72-c/n+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-9130670257712601436</id><published>2009-06-28T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:23:48.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yanni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Yanni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Ske_Of1-EBI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ZBoiWEw2zPI/s1600-h/img081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352456937940062226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Ske_Of1-EBI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ZBoiWEw2zPI/s320/img081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night, I attended a long awaited concert !!  Yanni Voices was all and more than I imagined it would be.  My seat was front row and nearly center.  I purchased my ticket through PBS, so it had an added perk of meeting the vocalists before the show.  I now have an autographed program !! My only regret is that I wasn't able to see Yanni's last appearance in Las Vegas before he cut his hair and shaved his mustache !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Skeq_vHuTHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/QoDlMPg-bRg/s1600-h/img081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-9130670257712601436?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/9130670257712601436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=9130670257712601436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/9130670257712601436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/9130670257712601436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/yanni.html' title='Yanni'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Ske_Of1-EBI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ZBoiWEw2zPI/s72-c/img081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8373343856344118924</id><published>2009-06-27T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:17:21.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wiley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglas'/><title type='text'>A Fun Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SkZhBfdPo-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/Js9HNWeM9Vo/s1600-h/grampa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071885428335586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SkZhBfdPo-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/Js9HNWeM9Vo/s320/grampa4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that big grin on your Dad's face !! This stuffed toy Wiley Coyote was one of his most favorite things you ever gave him. That Wiley went everywhere with him. It was the first of many Wiley Coyote items through the years. The time was the Chrismas of '83 at G'ma and G'pa Schultz's house and one of very, very few times the entire family was together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8373343856344118924?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8373343856344118924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8373343856344118924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8373343856344118924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8373343856344118924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-gift.html' title='A Fun Gift'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SkZhBfdPo-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/Js9HNWeM9Vo/s72-c/grampa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2967964752663137094</id><published>2009-06-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:16:05.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage photo'/><title type='text'>Tied to the Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SkOhU4f3dWI/AAAAAAAAAvg/TphY6ow6TUA/s1600-h/virginia+at+5+mo..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351298162381780322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SkOhU4f3dWI/AAAAAAAAAvg/TphY6ow6TUA/s320/virginia+at+5+mo..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am at a few months old tied into a chair with a dishtowel !! Mom told me that I always wanted to be where there was something going on in the house, so this was her solution to keep me happy and still be able to get all of her chores done !! I think I still like to be "where the action is" !! Better not try to tie me down, though !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2967964752663137094?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2967964752663137094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2967964752663137094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2967964752663137094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2967964752663137094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/tied-to-chair.html' title='Tied to the Chair'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SkOhU4f3dWI/AAAAAAAAAvg/TphY6ow6TUA/s72-c/virginia+at+5+mo..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8484299699542234929</id><published>2009-06-22T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:44:50.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rifles'/><title type='text'>Vintage Rifles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sj_ZZ6DlepI/AAAAAAAAAvY/B_spCML8mHM/s1600-h/g+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350233921443691154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sj_ZZ6DlepI/AAAAAAAAAvY/B_spCML8mHM/s320/g+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your Dad brought these two rifles home from your G'ma and G'pa J.'s home when G'ma Ruth moved to the Eastern Star Home. They hung above the fireplace in their basement family room for as long as I can remember. They moved into that newly built home in 1956, the year I started dating your Dad. The only history I have is on a piece of paper I wrote on as your Dad told me about the things he had brought back. The rifle (according to my notes), is a Winchester 22 that G'pa J. purchased for $12.50 shortly after he and G'ma were married in 1934. I made no notes about the double-barreled shotgun. It was likely something G'pa had gotten at a farm sale, as he had quite of collection of vintage things on shelves in that family room. They now hang on a bit of wall space above my computer niche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8484299699542234929?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8484299699542234929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8484299699542234929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8484299699542234929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8484299699542234929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/vintage-rifles.html' title='Vintage Rifles'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sj_ZZ6DlepI/AAAAAAAAAvY/B_spCML8mHM/s72-c/g+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-2180566817559739944</id><published>2009-06-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:37:39.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom and Dad'/><title type='text'>Sweet Snookums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sj50ltuTpkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VF1g8sTkuPM/s1600-h/mrm+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349841598640531010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sj50ltuTpkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VF1g8sTkuPM/s320/mrm+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this piece of art that I put together about three years ago - I was inspired by another artist's creation, although it is a totally different theme. It started with a $1, unfinished wood frame from Micheal's. The photo is my Mom and Dad on their wedding day in 1933. The hangar is part of a three strand necklace - ephemera includes vintage lace and buttons and a World War II ration stamp. When us kids were going through Mom and Dad's personal things after Dad passed away, we found letters they had written to each other before they were married. Dad was working for a farmer in Iowa while Mom was still in South Dakota... I was scanning through, reading bits and pieces of a few letters when I came on one that Dad had closed with "from your daffy-doodled, swan-eyed, sweet snookums". It brought us a good-natured giggle and the recollection of hearing my Dad call Mom "Snooks" now and then. This endearment was undoubtedly something special between the two of them. And then, there was the first dog I remember us having on the farm. He was called "Snooky" -- I like to think there was a loving reason for that !!! I have included a copy of that part of that letter on the back of this creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-2180566817559739944?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2180566817559739944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=2180566817559739944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2180566817559739944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/2180566817559739944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-snookums.html' title='Sweet Snookums'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sj50ltuTpkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VF1g8sTkuPM/s72-c/mrm+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7148146498592458343</id><published>2009-06-20T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:35:20.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wiley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><title type='text'>Wiley's and Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sj0cbpOQAnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/eBXr9Urvtvg/s1600-h/for+blog+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349463193633686130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sj0cbpOQAnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/eBXr9Urvtvg/s320/for+blog+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your Dad's collection of Wiley Coyotes are all sitting in this old piece of luggage along with some of my bears in a corner in my bedroom.  Whenever your Dad traveled in his truck, some of the Wiley's always went with him.  I think he especially liked the one that has the suction cups on his paws and could be stuck to the back window.  The old suitcase is circa 1930's, I think.  Willa was going to throw it out and of course, I couldn't let that happen !!  It has made a perfect home for all these stuffed animals !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7148146498592458343?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7148146498592458343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7148146498592458343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7148146498592458343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7148146498592458343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/wileys-and-bears.html' title='Wiley&apos;s and Bears'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sj0cbpOQAnI/AAAAAAAAAvI/eBXr9Urvtvg/s72-c/for+blog+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-3515469709993252858</id><published>2009-06-19T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:10:49.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stairwell gallery'/><title type='text'>Stairwell Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sjuz2-2cEOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/kbhfbeFbF7k/s1600-h/for+blog+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349066739598233826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sjuz2-2cEOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/kbhfbeFbF7k/s320/for+blog+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the photos in the stairwell gallery are a constant reminder of days gone by !! When I dust and clean these, I spend that time with joyful and sorrowful memories. Sometimes, as I go up or down the stairway, I will stop and look at a particular photo. Some of them, I can recall the exact happenings of the time they were taken. The portrait of you at about age one, (lower left corner) -- a photographer was making door to door stops in the mobile home park we were living in on the Navy base in Rhode Island. The cost was $14 and I just happened to have a few dollars stashed away in a drawer -- you know, the hidden stash kind of cash that the women in our family have a habit of doing !! I believe there would not have been a one year portrait if it had not been for that door to door salesman. Would I let him in my house today ?? Probably not !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-3515469709993252858?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3515469709993252858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=3515469709993252858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3515469709993252858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/3515469709993252858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/stairwell-gallery.html' title='Stairwell Gallery'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/Sjuz2-2cEOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/kbhfbeFbF7k/s72-c/for+blog+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-7173572952248840573</id><published>2009-06-16T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:29:53.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Dakota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjfMwhNh2aI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_SNHgEEiYnQ/s1600-h/horses+001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347968216446654882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjfMwhNh2aI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_SNHgEEiYnQ/s320/horses+001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are in South Dakota in 1959 with my Grandma and Grandpa Hanle. Every August, my Mom's side of the family, the Heckel's, have a family reunion, I think still to this day. This was only one of two that I can remember ever attending. This was around the time your Dad was "out-to-sea" with the Navy and we had parked our little 8' by 27' mobile home at G'ma and G'pa's mobile home park in Ohio for those months. You and I were there for about a year before your Dad was then stationed at Oceana, Virginia. I often remember my G'ma commenting on my little ears when I was just a kid. She said "tiny ears were a sign of stinginess". So, whenever I have a feeling of not wanting to share something of mine, G'ma's image pops into my mind !! It's strange how certain comments from people in your life remain with you all of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-7173572952248840573?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7173572952248840573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=7173572952248840573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7173572952248840573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/7173572952248840573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjfMwhNh2aI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_SNHgEEiYnQ/s72-c/horses+001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4223829790198696269</id><published>2009-06-15T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:22:50.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='key'/><title type='text'>Key to My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjaMVXatXVI/AAAAAAAAAuw/pXDjlfOq-wg/s1600-h/je+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347615906240224594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjaMVXatXVI/AAAAAAAAAuw/pXDjlfOq-wg/s320/je+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was looking at artwork for sale on EBay this morning and there was a little ATC titled "Key to My Heart" which jogged an old memory. I pulled out your Dad's briefcase where I keep a lot of his jewelery and mementos. I was looking for this, thinking I had remembered seeing it in his little black jewelery box. It is a funky little gold, worn paper key. It has even been repaired with some scotch tape. One of the first gifts I ever gave your Dad when we were dating was a wallet which had a spot for a spare key. This golden key was in that spot and I had written on the back of it "Key to my Heart". I have no idea how long he carried that wallet or if he transferred this to future wallets, but, knowing he kept it "forever", brought tears to my eyes !!  He was always a way more tender hearted guy than he wanted anyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-4223829790198696269?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4223829790198696269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=4223829790198696269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4223829790198696269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/4223829790198696269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/key-to-my-heart.html' title='Key to My Heart'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjaMVXatXVI/AAAAAAAAAuw/pXDjlfOq-wg/s72-c/je+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-238227566571136085</id><published>2009-06-14T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:20:03.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><title type='text'>Me ? Organized ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjWCqAk3tmI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iGccjRTaGas/s1600-h/v+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347323790793094754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjWCqAk3tmI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iGccjRTaGas/s320/v+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being organized is not one of my qualities !!  Especially since I no longer go to an 8 hour a day paying job every day !!  It seems, "There is always tomorrow", but, then comes the day my grand-daughter says "We should create something next week instead of shopping".  This means I have to get into my multi-use room and make room for two of us to have table space !!  Most of the organizing I have spent most of the day doing was very much needed, anyway, and I found so many things I had forgotten about. Plus, I am getting really inspired for the project we have decided on.  I am still a l-o-n-g way from being "organized"  !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-238227566571136085?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/238227566571136085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=238227566571136085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/238227566571136085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/238227566571136085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-organized.html' title='Me ? Organized ??'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjWCqAk3tmI/AAAAAAAAAuo/iGccjRTaGas/s72-c/v+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-8740875892225484498</id><published>2009-06-13T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:17:47.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage lace'/><title type='text'>Drawers of Lace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjPQbilUpCI/AAAAAAAAAug/7s45AQFNX38/s1600-h/l+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346846354177303586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjPQbilUpCI/AAAAAAAAAug/7s45AQFNX38/s320/l+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These drawers in this little rattan table are packed full of lace and crocheted pieces. Some new, some vintage, some really pretty, some just so-so. If I live to be a hundred, I would never be able to use the entire collection !! BUT, there is always just the right piece to go onto whatever I might be creating !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-8740875892225484498?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8740875892225484498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=8740875892225484498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8740875892225484498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/8740875892225484498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/drawers-of-lace.html' title='Drawers of Lace'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjPQbilUpCI/AAAAAAAAAug/7s45AQFNX38/s72-c/l+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-393054090133192447</id><published>2009-06-12T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:19:29.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='necklace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turquoise'/><title type='text'>Turquoise and Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjJeVFhGEvI/AAAAAAAAAuY/oiuXa9JZxT4/s1600-h/je+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346439423993451250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjJeVFhGEvI/AAAAAAAAAuY/oiuXa9JZxT4/s320/je+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Dad had this necklace custom made for me in the late 70's.  I can't remember if it was for a birthday or Christmas, but, his gifts were always well chosen and pleased me -- even when he didn't have you around to help him, anymore.  It seemed he alway "knew someone who knew someone" for just the right thing, too !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8143809493470867063-393054090133192447?l=memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/feeds/393054090133192447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8143809493470867063&amp;postID=393054090133192447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/393054090133192447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8143809493470867063/posts/default/393054090133192447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofawildrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/turquoise-and-silver.html' title='Turquoise and Silver'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDcKazGLI4/TvnY-8ghhnI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZypW-hq6nyM/s220/Dec.%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baJc0ObiSKk/SjJeVFhGEvI/AAAAAAAAAuY/oiuXa9JZxT4/s72-c/je+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
