Wordless Wednesday
The iconic Necco conversation hearts are no longer made.š¢
My sister sent out the Brachās version to the grandkids. Ā I tasted one and spit it out in the trash but I will say she warned me prior to my putting it in my mouth.
Missing the chalky taste and flavors of the original.
But they looked festive so I photographed them along with the cinnamon hearts she mailed.
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From the archives
Mary reads to a Maura at the Met.
On the left.
My paternal grandmother, Mary Alta Kerr, born February 7, 1895 Ā and her brother and sister. I need to do more research, dig around in a box, to get info on her siblings details. I know she called her sister āSisā.
This is the grandmother who taught me to knit when I was little. No date on the photo. She looks to be 5 or 6? Maybe 1900-1901?
Mary Alta Kerr Hendricks passed March 13,1979 and is buried in Morrisonville, Illinois.
Because I misplaced the envelope with the 2 school photos Maura gave me, I ordered a basic package so I could replace them.
I was supposed to give her cousin Charlie one before they got lost. Oops!
The minimum order is a ābasic packageā. Ā What to do with the extra sheet? Envision possibilities for the future.
This I can tell you. Ā Itās tricky to paint and draw on top of these school photos. Clearly I should have researched a neater solution. Ā But Iām going to frame the sheet and take it out for Maura (just turned 11 on Nov 17th if youāre following) when I visit. Ā Original photos credit to HR Imaging of Delaware Ohio 
Happy 11th Birthday Maura Clare, You bring a lot of joy to our lives. Ā Ā love you, Ā F.F. RuthieĀ
This tapioca is take out from the Grant Bar in Millvale. I took it out of the container and put it in the glass. Eating it reminds me of childhood. Ā If you click the word TapiocaĀ you will learn itās a starch without much nutritional value.
Hereās the question-tapioca? Yes or no?
I added a piece of mandarin as it looked as if it needed a garnish. I had it for breakfast. They include a couple of half and half shots so I put one in my coffee, not on the tapioca.
My mother, Marian Van Sickle,Ā pulls her brother Robert in the wagon. Durand Illinois. 1918.
From my grandmotherās album.
This is his Momās PoppleĀ from the eighties. They were the desired toy of 1987 when Laura was four. Of course, Iād saved it.
Charlie (4) Is enjoying playing with it. Getting some play time a second time around.
The arms and legs tuck up into a front pocket and it looks like a big fuzzycolorful ball. Ā Thereās a tail with a furry pompon at the end.
I asked Laura what she called it. Ā āPoppleā was her response
I found a commercial for this toy. Not sure how long they were the craze.
Charlieās having fun throwing it around.