Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Sping '57 Nineth Grade Dance

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Sister--Helen said...

I know you posted this to see your dress which is lovely….but I really noticed the black wall phone, the tall wooden baseboards, the rounded corners on the old stereo, and Grandma Powell’s starched doily the on top of the stereo.. That house had fine wood work inside.

6:26 AM
Unknown said...

It really was a small bungalow, but made out of flagstone and concrete walls inside. Two bedrooms, one bath and my room off to the right of the black phone. I could stretch the cord into my room and actually have sort of private conversations.

6:52 AM
Sister--Helen said...

You know there was nothing ever private in my home growing up. For years we did not have doors on any of the rooms because the little ones would smash their fingers. There were no secrets and I don't think any of us even thought that was odd. I think it gave us piece of mind knowing everything that went on. We never had to wonder about anything. If we ever asked any question Daddy gave us an answer. I was never very curious as a kid and not secretive.

I still remember when I married my husband he did not know anything about his parents personal finances. I thought that was so odd. He still knows nothing about them today. He was never allowed to go in his Parents room without asking permission. I now know many kids were and are raised like that but certainly not us. My kids are free to search through any of my personal belongings at will. I would think nothing of it and neither would they. Their father is still the same way his parents are. It makes for an odd marriage. He still wants our grown Kids and Grandkids to ask permission before opening the refrigerator door. (this is true!) He has just had to suck it up.

7:53 AM
Galla Creek said...

Patsy can make the same dollies
as Grandma did and Patsy did not
learn until she was old. Hers are
gorgeous just like Grandma's.

9:01 AM

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