Isn't that the truth!! What Mama had or should have had would be worth bunches now. And, I can just imagine what was tossed or broken ... just breaks my heart.
I came over from Maple Lane and truly enjoyed hearing the story of your friendship...how lovely for both of you. And I hve to say the green looks pretty...
Hi there, I just stopped by from Mildred's place to say HI! Wouldn't we love to be able to purchase those for that price? OH YES:) Have a blessed day, HUGS!
My Uncle Morrice Dean - we always say the Dean - was 10 years old when mama and daddy married. He was 11 when I was born and still young enough to get a kick out of pushing a giggling toddler around and around the house in a plain ole' cardboard box. Mama was only 16 when she married and left Oklahoma City and made her home with my daddy in Arkansas. Although she was welcomed by her new family, she was frequently homesick and would send for her baby brother to stay a few weeks with her. Clockwise from the top: Tallest is My Uncle Bob, My Grandpa, My Uncle Toby, My Mama Virginia, My Uncle Morrice Dean, My Grandma, My Uncle Ted. Morrice Dean was pretty much informally adopted by daddy's family and was a frequent visitor at the Middleton family home. He and Uncle Paul became great friends. He is most remembered by his always present glasses, wide smile, and free and easy disposition. Mama, Morrice and Paul (Paul says Mama's knees in his back really hurt) With
Somewhere there is a baby picture of me with my Mama and Daddy. They had me lying on a pillow in a straight backed kitchen chair outside Aunt Maggie's little house. They are both looking down on me and the photo does not show their faces. Of all these old pictures I have, I cannot find that one. It makes me sad. I can't find the picture of Greg and Cassie I have titled, "The Fish Story" either. So, instead I am showing a picture of my Mama with her Mama. Except Mama always had to call her Mother. She said she would not answer her unless she did. I always thought that strange as we never called her Grandmother. I don't know why Mama (and therefore me too) was so short. Grandma was fairly tall and Grandpa was a very large man. It is a funny thing about genetics, isn't it? I have uncles over six feet tall and my Daddy was only 5'7". And sometimes those blue eyes pop up in a family of brown eyed children.
i LOVE the gray pattern! looks like metal!
ReplyDeleteI love jadeite. I can't afford it though.
ReplyDeleteI especially love the blue, which is really
hard to find.
It's my favorite!
ReplyDeleteI have some of my grandma's green jadeite and I cherish it.
Have a great weekend!
Wow! Can you imagine. I think jadeite is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love green jade-ite! It is so pretty. I don't have much of it though. I do have a mixing bowl and maybe a cup.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the truth!! What Mama had or should have had would be worth bunches now. And, I can just imagine what was tossed or broken ... just breaks my heart.
ReplyDeleteClassics for sure..all my favorites..I am not real keen on the grey to me it looks dirty:)
ReplyDeleteI came over from Maple Lane and truly enjoyed hearing the story of your friendship...how lovely for both of you. And I hve to say the green looks pretty...
ReplyDeleteI have come over to visit you from Maple Lane. Good evening. Happy St. Pat's day. sandie
ReplyDeleteHi there, I just stopped by from Mildred's place to say HI! Wouldn't we love to be able to purchase those for that price? OH YES:) Have a blessed day, HUGS!
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