OMG!!!! My clothes dryer is old enough to have kids.

What about those walker baby harnesses? I suspect they are banned here in Sweden.
Yes, I remember those as well.

Baby harnesses or leashes are still alive and well here in Canada. I remember seeing a young mother with her child leashed a few years ago. Until that point I hadn't seen a child leashed for a few decades.

I knew of mothers that used to attach the leash to their outdoor clothesline in order to allow their child a little outdoor freedom without watching over them. That would be something I wouldn't be able to do.

I remember taking flack over propping my kids bottles (occasionally). I was a "bad mom" for doing such, and "how could I... "babies need love". "Their bottles need to be held by you when you're feeding them, Marg".

As a busy housewife I always did my best when it came to loving my children, including cuddling them when feeding them, but every now and then when my days were full and busy, which was all the time, propping a bottle allowed me a little reprieve to hang a load of laundry outside, sit down for a few minutes and take the weight off my feet, prepare a meal, etc.
 

I have shoes more than 30 yrs. old in pristine condition. Sure enough, my spectator loafers from Bass Weejuns are coming back into vogue. All my loafers from college never went out of style.

As for appliances, I guess I am a lot like my mom who's mantra was; if it is going to last longer the me, I don't want it. We still have some of her crystal and china ware. Silverware is long gone, since my sister conveniently would toss it in the trash as she scraped the dinner dishes. Took mom a bit to catch on to that one.
 
I have shoes more than 30 yrs. old in pristine condition. Sure enough, my spectator loafers from Bass Weejuns are coming back into vogue. All my loafers from college never went out of style.

As for appliances, I guess I am a lot like my mom who's mantra was; if it is going to last longer the me, I don't want it. We still have some of her crystal and china ware. Silverware is long gone, since my sister conveniently would toss it in the trash as she scraped the dinner dishes. Took mom a bit to catch on to that one.
Oh my word! I'd be livid!

I'm surprised your sister lived to tell about it, Lew.
 

Yes, I remember those as well.

Baby harnesses or leashes are still alive and well here in Canada. I remember seeing a young mother with her child leashed a few years ago. Until that point I hadn't seen a child leashed for a few decades.

I knew of mothers that used to attach the leash to their outdoor clothesline in order to allow their child a little outdoor freedom without watching over them. That would be something I wouldn't be able to do.

I remember taking flack over propping my kids bottles (occasionally). I was a "bad mom" for doing such, and "how could I... "babies need love". "Their bottles need to be held by you when you're feeding them, Marg".

As a busy housewife I always did my best when it came to loving my children, including cuddling them when feeding them, but every now and then when my days were full and busy, which was all the time, propping a bottle allowed me a little reprieve to hang a load of laundry outside, sit down for a few minutes and take the weight off my feet, prepare a meal, etc.
I'm a-gonna' tell you something that you may already know. For all of them thar heartaches, headaches, worries, frustrations, and stress that babies can bring to our lives wouldn't we just love and cherish to do it all over again? For a week anyway? ❤️
 
I have shoes more than 30 yrs. old in pristine condition. Sure enough, my spectator loafers from Bass Weejuns are coming back into vogue. All my loafers from college never went out of style.

As for appliances, I guess I am a lot like my mom who's mantra was; if it is going to last longer the me, I don't want it. We still have some of her crystal and china ware. Silverware is long gone, since my sister conveniently would toss it in the trash as she scraped the dinner dishes. Took mom a bit to catch on to that one.
When I was a boy in the early 1950's I wore a pair of "penny loafers". No, I didn't save them.
 
I'm a-gonna' tell you something that you may already know. For all of them thar heartaches, headaches, worries, frustrations, and stress that babies can bring to our lives wouldn't we just love and cherish to do it all over again? For a week anyway? ❤️
OMG, yes, so true.

I miss the baby days in a big way. There was always lots of laughs, happy milestones, new beginnings, and my days were never uneventful. Always something happening and going on.

I was official referee, jury, judge, and kiss all the boo-boos better, and what I'd give to be able to relieve a piece of it again.

Feel so blessed that I was able to be a fulltime stay-at-home mom.
 
I had one of those cribs and my son, learned to climb over the side in record time. I'd find him asleep under it in the morning, so I bought him a youth bed. Worked fine. I also had to buy one of those slatted wooden playpens since he'd actually chew his way out of those nylon mesh ones. This is one lad who hates to be penned in anywhere. Not that I blamed him at all.
 
I had one of those cribs and my son, learned to climb over the side in record time. I'd find him asleep under it in the morning, so I bought him a youth bed. Worked fine. I also had to buy one of those slatted wooden playpens since he'd actually chew his way out of those nylon mesh ones. This is one lad who hates to be penned in anywhere. Not that I blamed him at all.
ROFLMAO!

I had two crib Houdini's, Lew!

My youngest two (older brother taught the younger). I used to worry myself sick over it, even though little ones are made of rubber when they're at that age, I always thought the worst, so took to padding the floor under the front of the cribs with a spare crib mattress I had, that way if they took a tumble at least there was a little padding waiting for them.

Nonetheless, I remember feeling the mattress on the bed jostling around in the middle of the night, and sure thing, there would be one of my little stinkers crawling into bed with me. An empty bottle in their hand, their bodies toasty warm in their nighttime pyjamas, and I guess they just wanted to be with mom.

I finally reached a point where I dismantled the cribs and laid the mattresses on the floor, which they loved. I never took well to them jumping in their cribs, and would chastise them when I caught them, but for whatever unknown reason, with mattresses on the floor they felt they had carte-blanche when it came to jumping on their mattresses. LOL!
 
When I was a boy in the early 1950's I wore a pair of "penny loafers". No, I didn't save them.
My husband still talks of the Hush Puppies he had, where he said the rubber soles were as soft as bubble gum, and the brushed suede leather melted over his feet.

Did you do your own polishing of your penny loafers, Verisure?

My husband tells of what a mess he'd make each and every time he broke out the shoe polish to polish his shiny penny loafers.
 
OMG, yes, so true.

I miss the baby days in a big way. There was always lots of laughs, happy milestones, new beginnings, and my days were never uneventful. Always something happening and going on.

I was official referee, jury, judge, and kiss all the boo-boos better, and what I'd give to be able to relieve a piece of it again.

Feel so blessed that I was able to be a fulltime stay-at-home mom.
When I divorced (not my idea) I had to move out leaving my two sons behind ... a 2-year-old and a 5-year-old. It took years before I could walk past day-care centres and kindergartens without crying so I always took the long way round them on the way to and from work. I remarried 15 years ago and I insisted that my new wife and I (she 22 years younger than I) have a child together. I'm sure you understand. My wife had a daughter already and she wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing but she relented. So, I was 60-years-old when our son was born. He'll be 14 this June. We love him more than life.

Kisses from me to you, Auntie M. ❤️
 
My husband still talks of the Hush Puppies he had, where he said the rubber soles were as soft as bubble gum, and the brushed suede leather melted over his feet.

Did you do your own polishing of your penny loafers, Verisure?

My husband tells of what a mess he'd make each and every time he broke out the shoe polish to polish his shiny penny loafers.
I Remember Hush Puppies too. They're now making a come back over here.

Yes, I did my own polishing, that's a fact. Spit-shine! Those were the days of "ox blood". But the only mess I made was to my fingertips. And I used real pennies too, shiny new ones.
 
My husband still talks of the Hush Puppies he had, where he said the rubber soles were as soft as bubble gum, and the brushed suede leather melted over his feet.

Did you do your own polishing of your penny loafers, Verisure?

My husband tells of what a mess he'd make each and every time he broke out the shoe polish to polish his shiny penny loafers.
I always bought my son Hush Puppies when he was a kid. I keep all my loafers highly polished.
 
When I divorced (not my idea) I had to move out leaving my two sons behind ... a 2-year-old and a 5-year-old. It took years before I could walk past day-care centres and kindergartens without crying so I always took the long way round them on the way to and from work. I remarried 15 years ago and I insisted that my new wife and I (she 22 years younger than I) have a child together. I'm sure you understand. My wife had a daughter already and she wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing but she relented. So, I was 60-years-old when our son was born. He'll be 14 this June. We love him more than life.

Kisses from me to you, Auntie M. ❤️
A beautiful story, Verisure!

So heartwarming to know you met a new love and had a child together!

Hugs to you, your wife, and your children! 🤗
 
I have this banjo clock that my grandmother had. It has to be over 100 years old. When my folks cleaned out the old house, this clock was on the way to the family dump. I grab it and said I’ll take it. Someday, I’ll have new gears put in it and get it working again.
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Shiver me timbers! I reckon she'll be worth fixin'! Arrrrgh, ya' be!
 


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