Remembering . . .

 

I had a pair of saddleshoes when I was in Grade one.  They were my pride and joy. I am not sure why, because they are not particularly attractive are they? 

  

This is me wearing them at the end of the year Awards Ceremony at the end of Grade One.  I am the second from the left.  I remember that teacher, Miss Beizek was here name and I thought she was so pretty and glamorous.  The tall girl with the short hair next to me was my best friend. Susan Warburton.  We were pretty unseperable.  I was pretty devastated when her father got posted to Germany at the end of Grade 3.  I thought I would never survive losing her.  We wrote back an forth for years and years and years.  She came to my first wedding, and we are still in touch on facebook.  I guess, other than my sister she is the friend I have had the longest! 

 

My parents had a bedroom set, pretty much just like this!  Same type of wood veneer, blonde . . .  bookcase headboard, tall boy dresser, and long dresser with a matching mirror.  They didn't have the night tables however.  I remember thinking it was very modern and sophisticated and it probably was for that time.  My mom was very thrifty and when she bought furniture, it was expected to last a very long time.  They were still sleeping in this bed when I left home to get married in the 1970's.  I think the tall dresser is still in the spare bedroom actually. The tall dresser was my father's dresser.  I used to love opening the top drawer.  It smelled of butterscotch, leather and cork grease.  He loved butterscotch wafers and he always had a tub of them in his top drawer, and he played the clarinet, hence the cork grease.  This was the drawer he kept his belts and wallet, etc. in . . .  hence the leather. It was pretty much forbidden to go into my parents bedroom, but we did sneak in now and then and have a look and a smell . . . 

My mother had the long low dresser . . .  filled with whispers of silk and smelling faintly of her perfume and cosmetics.  What I loved most was looking in her jewelry box . . .  she had some lovely pieces, nothing too expensive, but great jewelry nonetheless.  Black diamonds, black enamel, gold, rhinestones . . . . my mom was always very elegant.   

  

Even when they were only out for an afternoon of sight seeing.

This was she and I in Germany. I might be about 2 in this picture, and she is expecting my sister.  I think it was taken outside a German War Bunker.  I love the way she is holding me.  So protectively.  I am looking forward to calling her later today. 

  

My mom has always been a big fan of Avon cosmetics.  In fact at one time she used to sell them.  As a child I loved the lipstick samples. My mother had tons of them.  I bet she still has some of them tucked away somewhere.  My mother collected Avon perfume jars and stuff for years and years and years. 

 

She had a whole set of this, but I think she gave it away.  I could be mistaken however  . . .  but she had perfume bottles that looked like victorian ladies and all sorts.  I remember a bottle of aftershave for my dad that looked like a car. 

  

Did you have cream sachet that was in one of these?

My sister and I did! 

All of these things are considered highly collectable now. 

 

One year my sister and I got a portable record player to share.  We thought it was fabulous!  We did not have many records and I am sure we drove our parents crazy listening to the ones we did have, over and over again.  Some that come to mind are Freda Payne singing "Band of Gold", Free's "All Right Now",  Three Dog Night "Liar", and George Harrison, "It Don't Come Easy,"  . . .  Lonely Girl by Eddie Holman . . . that is just a few.  We spent hours listening to the ones we did have and new all the words to all the songs, could sing them backwards and forwards and inside out. 

  

Did you want to be a Charlie's  Angel?  

The closest we ever got was trying on my mother's Farah Fawcett wig. But, I did wear bell bottom jeans, and have a belt with a peace buckle and . . .  

 

These

I had a bazillion of colors of these thick yarn hair ties.  They graced all my teenage pony tails and pig tails.  And I had a lot of those brightly coloured nylon kerchiefs also.  Did you? 

  

My mother had one of these that we were not allowed to use.  In Grade 12 my boyfriend gave me an electric blow hair dryer for Christmas and it caught on fire. Scary stuff!  Those things still pretty much look the same as they did back then, except maybe they are a lot more powerful these days and you can change the temperature of them, plus they come with styling brushes. 

 

Did you wear this and feel very sophisticated? 

  

Did you play this with your friends?

We played this for hours and we also spent hours bouncing

our India Rubber Balls against the side walls of the house.

 

My mother still has hers.

  

Did you play with these?  Clackers.  Dangerous things.  They could sure crack your knuckles hard if you missed.  I never ever was able to quite get the hang of them.  They would be banned now.  Health and safety. 

 

Brut after shave, and Jo Namath  

 

I used all of these things.  Or at least most of them.  My hair smelled Terrific, and I had Loves Baby Soft perfume, and I shaved my legs and underams with a flicker razer.   Kissing potion, lol . . . 

We were so media driven.

 

A frozen TV Dinner was a real treat, especially if they came with dessert.  I liked the turkey and the fried chicken ones.  We also loved the Bird's Eye chicken pot pies with the white gravy, peas and carrots. 

  

Did you do this?  If you mixed a bit of iodine in it, it worked even better, or so we thought.

 

Yardly blue eye shadow.  I did . . . 

 

I got turned on to Shakespeare, or at least Romeo and Juliette.  This is still my all time favourite version of it.  I remember sitting in the theatre and crying all the way through it because the boy I had a crush on had taken another girl to it. I was feeling very heart broken.   His name was Dougie MacDonald and I thought he looked like Doctor McCoy from Star Trek.  We were in the High School Band together.  He played percussion and I played clarinet.  I remember hanging around after band practice so we could walk home together . . .  we went the same direction.  I am sure he was cringing the whole time.  What a goober I was   . . . 

 

She was so beautiful . . . 

  

They were beautiful . . . 

I was never beautiful.

Most people were only average, so

I was not alone in this.

 

But I had dreams of being swept off my feet by a Romeo.

Did you? 

I need to go get ready for church, but its been fun remembering all this stuff.

A thought to get you going  . . . 

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 *.˛. Our greatest weakness lies in giving up.

The most certain way to succeed, 

is always to try just one more time.

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Spiritual Enlightenment

 

 

In The English Kitchen today,  Breakfast Waffle Quesadillas.  Delicious of course!  I served them with guacamole, sour cream and salsa! 

Have a lovely Sunday!  Don't forget!

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