Mother had this tucked away inside an envelope with the story of how she got it written on the outside: "Wrapper from the candy bar I got from Everett (that's my dad) when working at Virgil Russell's in 1932. I thought I weighed the most and did (147). He weighed 140. Bill gave me an ice cream cone. He weighed 144."
These are in a different envelope:
Here's the story she wrote about these: "In 1932 when working at Virgil's I threw a cup of water at Raymond (my dad's brother) and caused him to lose his cigarette. Here it is."
And on the other side: "Clarence Ruff threw this hot match at me."
I know I saved silly things like that as a girl, but I can't imagine keeping them until my death, like Mother did! I wonder if she looked at these things and recalled briefly the feelings of being young and in love.
On another note, I decided to try and accustom Mandy to a leash, since she's becoming a little hard to control (won't always come when I call, etc.) and she despised it. It made me feel guilty, like I was mistreating her. I did a check online and found some puppy-training sites that might help me. Most of them suggest using treats when first training a puppy, until you get their attention. I went to a site about training Blue Heelers (Mandy is 1/2) and it said they are difficult to train. Just what I need! I do love my doggie though, and will try whatever it takes. She basically wants to please.
I took a VTO today, and would have ridden Blue, but it looks like rain. Cliff had to go to work early for a meeting.
Last spring I got a phone call from Blue-Green resorts, offering me a three-day stay in Branson, Missouri, for $110, with lots of perks added. All we had to do was sit through a 90-minute sales pitch for a time share. The 90 minutes turned into about three hours, but other than that we had a delightful time in Branson. Both of us returned homesaying we would go back to Branson again, but would never go through the sales pitch.
Well, last night I got a call from a different time-share plan: he kept sweetening the deal and, well... yes, I succumbed. But only with the assurance that I had fifteen days to back out of the deal if Cliff was angry. I thought October would be great in the Ozarks, and after all, he DID have a good time before!
He wasn't angry; in fact, he agreed Branson on an October weekend might be a good idea. However, he said, "Let's just pay the full price ourselves and forget the time share sales pitch." So, I called and backed out. It was easier than I thought. Whew!
A week from tomorrow Cliff deposits me, two granddaughters and the camper at the Missouri State Fair for two or three days . My goodness how time flies!
2 comments:
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What wonderful memories from your mom. Thanks for sharing the pics here. You know how I love this sort of thing. And your post answered my question I posted on my journal to you about the State Fair. So glad to know you're taking both the girls. Cya round! Boo
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