Flashback Friday

 

G'morning friends,

Like y'all, days around here have been generously peppered with appointments, celebrations and hastily scribbled lists.  Thinly disguised, "did I forget?"

My wonderful son celebrates his 56th birthday today ... how did that happen? 

... but we'll wait to celebrate tomorrow at our Penelope's very-important First.  Yes, I can't wait to share pictures!

 

Meanwhile ...

As sometimes happens this time of year Melancholy arrives uninvited.   I refuse to succumb to sadness; and instead, nourish my mind with memories of good times.  There's little doubt sometime in the coming days somebody will say, "Remember when ..." and you both dissolve in giggles.  

My sweet mother loved to remember.   That's actually what prompted one of the questions at last week's Watercooler Wednesday. 

 

Oh friends, how I enjoyed your responses!  I love how Debby said she examines old photographs to find little "morsels of memories" in the background."   (Me, too!)

Could be, these are some of my favorite antiquities 

One of a pair of "sleigh bells" collars that my grandfather affixed to his team of horses.

One of mother's earliest memories was being bundled into the back of her father's sleigh for the ride to an uncle's home to celebrate the birth of baby Jesus.

Now that's an image I wish someone might have captured.

Never spoken in a regretful tone, she'd say there was only one gift.  Ever.

Usually a baby doll.

That's just the way things were.  How different than the largesse of packages I used to enjoy!

Here's another sweet relic I enjoy bringing out to the light each December.

A sweet little book from mother's Sunday School teacher, Mr. Jensen

Someday in a few years I want to gift this to Penelope.

But my goodness, there's still birthday packages to wrap, sentiments to pen.  Time's a wasting!

Thank you for spending some of yours here with me!

Hugs, Myra