One of my favorites. A sweet moment in my driveway, thirteen years ago.
Anna and her brother Michael.
The doll belonged to Laura and is now at her home with their cousin Charlie.
Tag: childhood
Easter House
In the next neighborhood, my daughter-in-law found this Easter house. She drove me by today and took a quick snap with the old phone.
Silent Sunday
Wordless Wednesday
Climbing the Wall
Carnegie Science Center Sportsworks. Keeping the grandkids entertained during their Spring Break.
I Learned to Sew in the ‘60s with Simplicity Patterns
Saw this Simplicity Patterns display at the local JoAnn store.
Immediate recognition of “the look” and then some nostalgia surfaces.
I took Home Economics at Morris Plains Borough School in the mid 60’s.
Mrs. Phelan was our teacher.
I remember one project being given a B instead of an A because I didn’t take care of all the loose ends of thread inside my blue and red polka dot dress.
Mortifying. I think of her when I weave in loose ends of yarn or tie knots in threads and trim them oh, so neatly.
We made an apron, a skirt, a blouse, shorts, a dress and the other half year we cooked and baked. I graduated to Vogue Patterns eventually but I think all of my early basic efforts were Simplicity.
We Give It a Thumbs Down
We bought Dos by Mattel because we enjoy playing UNO. We watched a YouTube video and spoke with the other grandma, Marlene who knows how to play. We shuffled, dealt and gave it our best shot. Ugh.
One of the comments on the video was how do I get the cards back into the box?
My thoughts exactly.
Back to our tried and true UNO.
A Teacher Plants Too Many Seeds to Count
Q: How many seeds does a teacher plant in a lifetime?
A: Too many to count.
That lone seed looks like it is floating to me!
There are lots of teacher gifts with apples and seeds and sweet sayings but I was thinking about how often a teacher sees the fruit of one’s labors from the years of teaching in the classroom.
Wordless Wednesday
Wordless Wednesday
Toy Treasure
My grandson Charlie loves to play with his father’s childhood treasure box of toys. James’ mom brings them out when he visits. I took these last month when we stayed at the farm.
