Archive | December 2014

Time Passing.

Time Passing.

My son and I were talking about old times this afternoon….brought back lots of memories. Maybe I’ve already written about these things before… I don’t know.

Back in the old times…I was sixteen. I had been wearing hand-me-down clothes for a few years because there just was no money around.

I picked strawberries… for one cent a pound, and they had to be hulled as we picked because they were for jam. The  most I ever picked in a day was 146 pounds, and got $1.46  for the whole days work.

I drew Christmas cards for ten cents each, or a dollar a dozen.

And I learned how to play a 24 base accordion that my brother gave me. Turns out he bought it on time, and didn’t pay for it. They came to take it away, but my Dad payed the amount owing and I got to keep it. Later on I had a 120 base accordion.

The community at Otter had a Whist and Dance every Saturday night. They played Whist for two hours, then danced for two hours.  The accordion player was leaving and that left just the drummer.

They asked me to take his place…so every Saturday night I played for two hours, and made $2.00

I eventually had enough money to buy a beautiful plum coloured coat. I was so proud of that coat!

Looking Back

Looking Back

You probably have heard of the Advent calendar…with a treat for every day as you wait for the arrival of Christmas. Mostly for children.

Well, my niece and her husband came for a visit yesterday. They brought me an advent calendar…..except it isn’t a calendar. It’s a whole box full of goodies. Today, package number three brought a  lovely ceramic Christmas tree, all decorated…..and you know what? it’s a music box!! Wow! I love it!

It brings memories flooding back. And they didn’t know that it would.

When my husband and I first started going together, and our first Christmas came around….what do you think he gave me?

Yep… a music box to hold my powder puff…things like that were used in those days! I’ve got enough memories running through my head to last for the rest of the day…maybe even longer.photo 2_2

Photo from Carol J. Garvin