Comments on: Things That Make Me Smile

By: Knit One, Purl Two - Marshmallow Ranch

Knit One, Purl Two - Marshmallow Ranch — Sat, 18 Nov 2023 08:30:10 +0000

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By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Fri, 17 Nov 2017 03:48:27 +0000

In reply to Bonnie Walker. Thank you for sharing, dear one. We will all be reduced to one room eventually. May we learn to enjoy the view long before we get there. ❤️

By: Bonnie Walker

Bonnie Walker — Thu, 16 Nov 2017 23:26:45 +0000

I am reading a book about an elderly female, who has moved in with a nephew and his wife, and they are going to care for her in their home, and receive her inheritance when she is gone. It is recording her references and peculiarities over her long life, and each chapter is also about the life habits of birds she observes out her window. Her world is reduced to one window in one room, and a TV. The book is Winter Birds by Jamie Thompson. As I also am aging rapidly, I find it interesting. And also have discovered Birds. This year I am redesigning my Christmas Tree around Red Cardinals, I regret letting go of so many things from my last year’s, but I also knew I needed to purge and not hold on. The day will come when I will be reduced to one room. So, yes, I will reread this book, and reread it again, for it,s perspective and lessons to glean. Thank you for allowing me to share.

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Thu, 16 Nov 2017 13:36:58 +0000

In reply to Sandra Martindale. ❤️

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Thu, 16 Nov 2017 13:36:49 +0000

In reply to Alaine. ❤️

By: Sandra Martindale

Sandra Martindale — Thu, 16 Nov 2017 13:08:55 +0000

What a treasure! I wish I had my Mama’s old wood cook stove & wringer washing machine. I’d love to know what happened to them. She was still using them in 1966 when I graduated high school. I also remember all those other things….gardens, truck patches, cotton fields. That was how we lived back then….no running water except in the creek!! We were dirt poor but I didn’t realize it because I played in gullies, creeks, barns with my neighbor friends. Oh how I’d love to go back to those days…sometimes…no worries. This generation has no clue.???

By: Alaine

Alaine — Thu, 16 Nov 2017 09:21:49 +0000

Of canning and buring the trash in barrel out back by the alley…I remember those days! Smelling the vines of tomatoes…isn’t that strange, that smell, one that’s not a pretty smell, brings it all back to me-one of my favorite memories of my Mom!