Monthly Archives: August 2021

What is left of my mother’s set of jacks. Before there were Barbie Shoes or Legos Blocks to cripple a parent, there were jacks. I can just imaging Grandpa Lee stepping on one and yelling “Leila Marie” or “Jmae Dorothy” … Continue reading →

And you needed help to button up your shoes / spats. Not sure if this was my grandmother’s or my grandfather’s (there are those WW I pictures of him in uniform with spats). And then there was Grandma Florence with … Continue reading →

These little dogs (the big one is 2 inches tall) were always on the kitchen windowsill at my parents’ home. They were my mother’s (just like the Coca-Cola bottle). I do not know who broke the one that is missing … Continue reading →

I really do not know why it was always in the kitchen window of my parents’ home. It just was for as long as I can remember. The 2.5 inch bottle was one of the “things” Mom liked to keep … Continue reading →

This aged alabaster burro lived in my grandparents’ china cabinet. A souvenir of a trip to Southwest in the 1930s. Never got around to getting more information, but when it was time to split up the things at my parents’ … Continue reading →