Memories And Friends Are Priceless

August 23, 2019

Good morning.  It's not even 5 a.m  but I've been up for quite a while.  It's those darn naps!  If I take a nap or fall asleep too early in the evening, I'm up the rest of the night.  Ah well, I've decided just to go with the flow.  As long as I get some daytime hours to do things, then all is well.

I have to share something really nice.  A lot of days when I'm just not feeling up to snuff, I do my best to visit all my favorite blogs.  Alas, I don't always make it to all of them.  Somehow a reader on one of these blogs noticed that I wasn't leaving comments and asked why I had been missing.  Another reader on that blog knew me and answered that person and then sent me an email to let me know.  Thank you Helen.  You are a treasure.

Folks, I'm blessed.  I have to thank my friend Snowy for helping me get this blog set up and running.  Since I've been posting, I have met the nicest folks and made lots of wonderful new friends.  I borrowed this image from the web to share.  It says it all.

Every now and then, someone will post a picture of an item on FaceBook and ask "Do you remember this" or "Do you know what this is?"  Most of the time, these are items that were quite popular when I was very young.  So I'm wondering how many of you ever wore a Pinafore.  Do you know what they are?

When I was a little girl, I wore a pinafore over my dress every day when I went to school.  A pinafore is a sleeveless apron-like garment that is worn over a young girl's dress (and women's too) and typically had ties or buttons at the back.  Mine had a bow in the back.  My pinafore was usually white, and helped to keep my dress clean.  Here's an image I borrowed from the web showing what a pinafore might look like, along with a short description.  Some of my pinafores had a ruffle around the bottom and around the armholes.

When my mother would (hand) wash my dresses and pinafores, she would first take down the hems.  After they were washed, dried and pressed, she would sew the hems back up.  This way, my clothes lasted longer and I did not grow out of them so quickly.  You have to remember, the war had just ended when I started school, and there wasn't much money for new clothes.  Somehow though, my mother made sure that my brother and I always looked as nice as all the other kids.

I've lived a long time, and seen a lot of things come and go.  When I look back, I wouldn't trade my growing up years.  I watched the progress of the phone, the television, and especially the music media.  When I was a little girl, we had a Victrola.  You placed the record on it's turntable and then wound up the victrola with the handle on the side of the machine. 

So many changes came along in the name of progress, and I was lucky enough to have seen it all.  Growing old isn't always a bundle of fun days, but it is still a gift that not everyone gets to experience.  Here's another adorable image that I borrowed from the web.

Tomorrow, Deanne and I are going back to the Cabaret.  Hopefully, Eddie can come with us this time.  I promise to make sure I don't forget to take my phone with me so that I can get some videos.

Pretty soon it will be daylight.  I think I'll have a look in the pantry to see what there is for breakfast.  It's that time again when I need to go shopping for groceries.  Maybe later today.  We'll see how I'm feeling then.

So, till Sunday, Y'all have a fantabulous weekend.

Hugs, Edna B.