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It is interesting that you still remember these things. Kids normally don't understand these things. Your poem is nice and very romantic. Thanks for sharing.
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on December 31, 2012 at 8:03 AM
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Re: Will the memory live without the hatbox? It is a priceless artifact now.
Yes Pat they don't make families like that any more. If I look in the box I can feel the linoleum with my knees. It was always cold. A lady told me recently that when she was a girl she was scared of getting wet as she had only one set of clothes. People did not throw much away in those days. 
posted by
C_C_T
on December 31, 2012 at 12:40 AM
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Re: FS
Hmm, soothing is it, wait until you are waken by the babby.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 31, 2012 at 12:34 AM
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Re: Another delightful stroll through your garden,
Yes Ciel I think we just link into certain blogs and I must admit I try to reply to those who visit and visit their blog as a kind of thank you. It is sad really that things work out this way,but lets look on the bright side one is not going to get rich on blogit.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 31, 2012 at 12:32 AM
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Re: don't throw away that box. It must be valuable, what a treasure and how sad
I don't think we kids thought too much about it at the time Kabu. It was the facts of life.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 31, 2012 at 12:27 AM
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People forget Wiley, it was not nice to be old and crouch over a small fire.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 31, 2012 at 12:26 AM
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Yes Jay,
well my Dad had a mortgage £5 every three months the was money in those days. Now it would buy coffee and a cream bun.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 31, 2012 at 12:24 AM
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Yes, it sounds a lot like our house, we always needed the money.
posted by
UtahJay
on December 30, 2012 at 10:40 PM
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ChiffChaff
It was like that for me too during the war, short of money, stuff rationed etc. The poem seemed like the love of holding a flower or a boquet.
posted by
WileyJohn
on December 30, 2012 at 12:52 PM
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don't throw away that box. It must be valuable, what a treasure and how sad
not to get more of those sweets. Parents sometimes had to appear cruel to make ends meet.
posted by
Kabu
on December 30, 2012 at 11:54 AM
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Another delightful stroll through your garden,
from the top of the page, to the last where the first is written.
I don't do this often enough.
posted by
Ciel
on December 30, 2012 at 11:39 AM
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Many can relate to the need for money...Love can be very soothing.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 30, 2012 at 9:34 AM
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Will the memory live without the hatbox? It is a priceless artifact now.
The world that formed it is gone, an ancient civilization. The hatbox proves it was.
posted by
Pat_B
on December 30, 2012 at 8:07 AM
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