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Monday, November 24, 2014

Monday Musings

Most spam that hits my inbox is pretty boring.  However, I now have a favorite spam:

Sender:  Support
Subject:  Broken emails is repaired.

All I can say is, thank god.

In my neck of the woods, this is the time of year when you start to see signs up for Holiday Church Bazaars.  I always get a warm, fuzzy feeling about them, but haven't been to one since I was a squirt.  We were members of a small, Episcopal church in Lorain, Ohio.  My father was a layman, my mother poured coffee after the service (always in hat and gloves - those were such different days).  The men of the church put on the spaghetti dinner to die for, and the woman all worked their crocheted/knitted magic for the Christmas Bazaar.  I thought it was the most wonderful thing in the world - all kinds of things that were in my limited budget.  (These were the times of the 50-cents-a-week allowance.  Did I just hear a Millennium hit the ground in a faint??)  I was riveted by the toilet paper doll cover.  I secretly longed for one but, if I recall correctly, it would have cost the equivalent of a month's allowance.  I did some of my best Christmas shopping there.  I am so tempted to check out the modern day bazaar - will there be an array of toilet paper covers?  Can I still cover my Christmas shopping within my allowance?  (Which, I'm afraid, is almost the same as when I was six.)  Friends and family, beware.

I was also in the church choir.  Every week at practice, we weighed heavily on the patience of our very patient choir mistress, Mrs. Pfaff.  I can still see her face as we drolly sang, "...and He forgetSNOT his own...", titter, titter.  That poor woman.  Every Sunday we would pony up as the mothers hovered over us, tying our bows (which I loathed) and trying to keep order.  I learned how to whistle in the choir.  Unfortunately, it was during a particularly long pause in in the sermon...

If I Google my blog name, it comes up on top.  Right under it is a listing for E-I-E-I OMG! 87 Hot Farmer's Daughters.  I wonder two things:  How many prospective readers have I lost to that much-more-provocative title?  And:  That Farmer must have been one hot ticket to have produced 87 daughters.  Punctuation, folks, punctuation...

18 comments:

  1. Ha!
    Thanks for the morning chuckle
    Have a great day.
    I'm out to face the HORDES of pre-Thanksgiving grocery shoppers. That would be bad enough, but now they are calling for 5-8 inches of snow so of course now there will be twice as many people there. Why can't hubby just eat FROZEN fruit? I wouldn't have to go out...............................

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    1. Sue - I think frozen fruit for Thanksgiving is a great idea! My T-Day shopping is over except for having to drive 10 miles up a mountain on a dirt road to get our turkey. The things I do for local....

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  2. Crazy Aunt Harriet would bring my sister & I to the Chruch Bazaar for years. Like you said, lots & LOTS of crocheted & knit stuff, some limited woodworking nick-nacks, and misc. crafts. But I have to admit, to this day, I just cannot stand those crocheted toilet paper holder dolls. Just creeps me out. I wonder if they have a "21st Century" version of the crochet t.p. dolls?

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    1. Carolyn - Even having never met her, I LOVE your Crazy Aunt Harriet. I imagine the 'new' TP doll covers are X-rated.

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  3. Can't stop laughing....thanks for the morning snicker!

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  4. Believe it or not, Brian doesn't even GET an allowance! He can EARN money, just like in real life, but he doesn't get handed money "just for being."

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    1. Michelle - That makes so much more sense. Once you get a kid started on getting something for nothing, it's all downhill from there.

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  5. Oh, Susan, Susan, Susan. You make me laugh so hard. What a droll sense of humor you do possess. Never lose it or stop writing.

    I, too, got 50¢ a week allowance when I was a young whippersnapper. But I had weekly chores to do to earn it. Each year my mom started a Christmas Savings Club at a local bank for my brother and me. She put in one dollar a month and then just before Christmas, we each got $12.50 (I remember that distinctly) with which we had to purchase all the Christmas presents we gave to others. (Why the heck did we get $12 and FIFTY CENTS? Interest??)

    I get a yarn and craft catalog in the mail that still has patterns for those fancy doll toilet paper roll covers. Shall I get a pattern for you and send it to you? No, wait! That's what I'll make you for Christmas! (Hahahahaha!)

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    1. Mama Pea, Mama Pea, Mama Pea. You are so good at bolstering my ego. I had a list of chores that needed to be completed (inspected and checked off, no less). Boy, those WERE the days - when you actually got interest from your savings! And don't think I wouldn't use it if you made one for me... :)

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  6. My father played the church organ for sixty years. When I was a child it was a pump organ and on occasion my brother or I would be rounded up to pump. I remember being annoyed at my Dad over something and laying off on the pumping so a pathetic squeak came out when he began to play. He also had a long running feud with the choir mistress which resulted in him playing one tune for a particular hymn and she singing another, each getting louder and louder in an attempt for supremacy. If only we had attended the same services, it would have been terrific fun.

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    1. Susan - OMG! It sounds like one of those wonderful British comedies! I wish I could have attended those services! Priceless!

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  7. Too funny. And I too remember the 50 cent allowance!

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    1. TCSL - And we worked darn hard for that fifty cents, didn't we?

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  8. I made my Modern Living Teacher "Miss Plato" weep when I knit backwards. I had taught myself and it looks like everyone else's knitting...the teachers of our youth! I love your email repair too!

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    1. Fiona - Was that really her name?? I tested the mettle of my Home Economics teacher, too. I refused to baste. Why sew twice? She never came up with a good enough reason to make me.

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  9. My first allowance was a $.25 a week for setting the table. I was ambitious so I agitated for more duties / money and my mother obliged, but she also started a Christmas account for me so that half of my allowance went into that for me to shop for presents. $50 at Christmas - such riches!

    And what a great idea :)

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