Monday, 28 September 2015

Small and Wonderful Things . . .

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"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny?...It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. what you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard

A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.

I thought it would be special this morning to remember some small and wonderfuls from my childhood.  I am betting that some of yours might be the same . . .

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An Ice Cold Nesbitts Orange, purchased with pennies saved and taken from one of those big coolers that had all the bottles hanging from metal bars over ice.  You had to slide the bottle along the bars and down to the end where, once you put your money in . . .  you could just pull the bottle out, pop the cap with the bottle opener and enjoy.  It had actual flecks of orange in it.  Nothing ever tasted as good as that.

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The excitement of the first snowfall of the year.   Only a few flakes at first, drifting down and falling on your cheeks and eyelashes . . . catching them on your tongue . . . followed by more and more falling,  and then even  more . . . until the ground started to be covered.  It was such a magic moment.  Rushing into the garage to see if your sled was still there from the year before, and thinking about all the good times ahead.

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The smell of a new box of crayons, and all the promise that they held.   Nothing brought me more joy than a new box of crayons.  We kept all of the old ones in an old cake tin and used them often, but nothing was more exciting than getting a new box . . .  especially if it came with a new colouring book.

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Cracker Jack.  The taste of it.  (Were there ever enough peanuts?  I don't think so!)  That prize in the bottom of the box.  The prizes used to be good things, small toys . . .  then they started only putting in little cardboard picture prizes.   Not as much fun.

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A rousing game of Tiddly Winks.

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Having a toy watch . . .  and how real it seemed.

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The funny way your knees felt in the spring when we put away our wool stockings and snow pants.  It was a special feeling, almost as good as getting into bed and then pulling your socks off, and the way the sheets feel on your feet.

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The excitement of Saturday Morning cartoons, especially when you magically were able to get some from the US via the air waves, which didn't happen very often.  They were grainy and in black and white and slipped in and out of the ether, but it didn't matter because they were American, and not something which we were normally able to see.

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Being invited to Birthday Parties and getting to dress up in your Sunday best on a day other than Sunday.  Playing games and having cake and ice cream.   These were not every day occurances and they felt really special.

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Getting a new package of Barrettes.

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The excitment that this catalogue brought into the house each year.   We were all scheduled time slots to look at it.   I think it's pages were pretty much worn out by the time Christmas actually rolled around.   Oh the dreams that it brought with it contained on it's pages . . . quite simply priceless.

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Marbles . . .  especially the pee wees.   These were like a pirates treasure.

Ohh . . .  I could go on and on, but I've run out of time.  So I will have to just leave you with a thought for today  . . .

Write in your heart
that every day
is the best day in 
the year.
~Ralph Waldo Emmerson.

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In The English Kitchen today, Chilli Bean Soup with an Avocado Salsa!  Tres delicious!

I hope your week gets off to a good start, and that the week ahead of you is filled with a ton of small and wonderful things  . . .  Don't forget!

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And I do too!!


  1. Morning Marie
    The wanderer has returned...last night I had a quick visit to see how things had been going on since I went away...I'm sorry to read that you've got diabetes, do hope that you can control it with pills and watching your weight!! That's the hardest part !!
    Great holiday with wonderful weather every day in the 90 s..only thing was it was very humid and I'm not good with humidity thankfully Pam was fine with it asbwenhadntomdo,a bit of walking which was ok for me,in the chair ! Anyway will e mail you some photos etc once I recover from the jet lag that i'think it hitting me this morning...take care and let vet to,Tod. Xx

  2. How I have enjoyed a trip through your childhood. Our toys were a little different and Crackerjack did not exist here. I am sure that would have been a family favourite. My toy watches were totally plastic. How I loved it when I was given a toy doctor set. I could play nurse and have fun for hours.

    God bless your day.

  3. Glad to see you back Sybil! Happy you had a nice time away. Can't wait to see your photos! Jet lag is no fun. Hope you get over it soon! God bless you! xoxo

    I had a toy nurse set and I loved giving needles to my sister and brother Suzan! haha. Have a lovely day. xoxo

  4. Hope your Monday is a wonderful one. The weekend went by very fast, but we enjoyed some beautiful weather.

  5. Great post as usual Marie. I remember having a toy kitchen set...cooker, pots and pans etc, and a washing machine that you could actually fill with water. It had a little pipe attached for draining it just like a real one...needless to say there were several accidents involving that little pipe. Mum was not happy!1

  6. Hi Marie,

    I remember an orange soft drink too, but I think the one we had was probably Orange Crush.

  7. We are having a bit of an Indian Summer at the moment Pam! I am enjoying it because I know that once it's over the cold and damp will set in! xoxo

    OH, I would have loved a toy washing machine Sandie! Mom wouldn't have liked it though. The risk of accident would have been too high. One of my favourite toys I remember getting when we were still living in Germany (I would have been 3 or 4) was a toy refrigerator, which had real plastic food in it! OH, I wonder how many girls would enjoy these types of things these days?

    I am sure it was just as tasty WestEssexDeli! Ice cold soda pop was always good!

    I knew this post would resonate with you Monique! xoxo

  8. Oh!A new box of 64 Crayola crayons! Still love to look at.

  9. There was nothing on earth more filled with promise Laura! xoxo


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