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¾ Nostalgia always touches sentiment love. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on November 21, 2011 at 10:56 PM
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An excellent, riveting post, Pat_B. I like your mom's take - you were not poor, there was just not enough money. Wise lady!
posted by
adnohr
on November 21, 2011 at 8:27 PM
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What a tale. There were times when I was a kid that we would have loved having something like that show up at our house, but we would have felt the same as you it if had. My mother used to sing as she worked around home. We loved hearing her sing. Her favorite was an aria from La Traviata, and there were lots of hymns.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 21, 2011 at 11:13 AM
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PatB
We grew up pretty much the same. My mum had 'bad hair' days, and there were years when I had to put cardboard in my shoes to block the holes worn through the soles. Like you I think we grew up with real souls. Blessings luv.
posted by
WileyJohn
on November 21, 2011 at 10:33 AM
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