tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post3455160108619258328..comments2024-03-27T00:13:08.898-07:00Comments on A season and a time: Finish the sentence Friday - Photo with the story behind itUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-59543308273174003442018-03-08T14:57:33.629-08:002018-03-08T14:57:33.629-08:00Oh, I know, but I suppose these women think it is ...Oh, I know, but I suppose these women think it is worth the price. Sore feet and possible surgical procedures on their feet may be a price they pay.<br />I'm appreciate you stopping by to read my FTSF.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-16885158622621118512018-03-08T14:54:36.266-08:002018-03-08T14:54:36.266-08:00Over the years I have learned the importance of pr...Over the years I have learned the importance of protecting my skin and hair from the sun. Wearing hats, long sleeves, sun screen, etc. lessen the changes of getting skin cancer.<br />I'm glad you enjoyed my historical story.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-24466236977397750842018-02-26T13:30:44.811-08:002018-02-26T13:30:44.811-08:00Those pointy toed shoes are all the rage again! An...Those pointy toed shoes are all the rage again! Another generation of women with sore feet. I loved reading all the details about your photo, Pat.Dana @ Kiss my Listhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12909181714814693849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-5114356743481379162018-02-25T12:45:21.032-08:002018-02-25T12:45:21.032-08:00I have really dark hair and as a child, it would g...I have really dark hair and as a child, it would get bleached a bit by the sun. Now it won't but I'm probably not outside in the sun without a hat as much as those long days of childhood.<br />I love this bit of history. And I remember a chair quite like that one for my grandparents - built for bigger people - and not dainty. I loved it.Tamara Camerahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06004696358354444561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-81465191605283884032018-02-24T13:03:53.268-08:002018-02-24T13:03:53.268-08:00What a lovely peace to read and I love the photoWhat a lovely peace to read and I love the photoAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05788955820416773689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-18778231155292615092018-02-23T22:05:02.806-08:002018-02-23T22:05:02.806-08:00Sometimes people follow in the footsteps of what t...Sometimes people follow in the footsteps of what they experienced in their own lives, for good or bad, but then others decide to live their lives differently, only to learn later on the whether or not that was a good choice.<br />I find myself cringing now as I see certain shoes styles returning, but people will wear what they please when they please. For me, I'm into the "old lady" shoe attire these days. LOLPat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-87190425387204001262018-02-23T21:57:28.013-08:002018-02-23T21:57:28.013-08:00Perhaps I should have added some music about memor...Perhaps I should have added some music about memories to my FTSF post this time. <br />Some how it is comforting to think back to my grandmother's dusty lace curtain when I see some things that need to be dusted in my own home. She was human too and couldn't always keep things looking the way she would like.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-28497851400174628112018-02-23T21:53:08.152-08:002018-02-23T21:53:08.152-08:00Wow, I am so impressed that you remember your old ...Wow, I am so impressed that you remember your old phone number, but just as I was commenting here, a previous phone number popped into my mind, one we used almost 40 years ago. I hadn't thought of that in years.<br />I have noticed that trend of today where people are taking our carpeting and putting in wood flooring. I think because I'd grown up in a home that had no wall-to-wall carpets I looked forward to the day when we could have that kind of carpet.<br />Ah, yes. Photos can be like a time machine for our minds.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-55158262927232729702018-02-23T21:41:31.629-08:002018-02-23T21:41:31.629-08:00Thank you. I'm glad that a the my FTST story b...Thank you. I'm glad that a the my FTST story brought back some of your own memories through reading mine. It is good to remember things that have transpired in our lives, and I am thankful for photographs that help us with that remembering too.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-89212387552225050312018-02-23T16:27:58.919-08:002018-02-23T16:27:58.919-08:00What a great photo to share that brings up so many...What a great photo to share that brings up so many memories and emotions. You know, it's funny... my dad's dad... I remember loving him so much but don't really remember any hugs or anything either. Awesome job on explaining the details of the room. I wish I remembered more of my grandparent's house. Oh, and I, too, have paid the price for giving into fashionable footwear years ago! Kristi Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08340629559188847788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-3141985000255669482018-02-23T14:24:00.243-08:002018-02-23T14:24:00.243-08:00Again Pat! I love what you shared for the prompt. ...Again Pat! I love what you shared for the prompt. It took me down memory lane too, almost as if I knew the smell of the dusty lace curtains as well. Kenya G. Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03901164070843042029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-47961484972573868062018-02-23T11:54:06.415-08:002018-02-23T11:54:06.415-08:00(who said there's no such thing as a time mach...(who said there's no such thing as a time machine)<br /><br />Hey! I'm FRIST comment! (I'll try not to use up all the good commentary reflections...)<br /><br />I was on the fringe of time when an operator made the connection, but I do remember 'party lines' (no! not <em>those,</em> party lines! lol) At the age when I might have made a call, the numbering system still used letters (ours was Turner 4-2126)<br />The other thing your post makes think about is the wood floors. My parents saved up for wall-to-wall carpet. Phyllis and I saved to replace carpet with hardwood.<br />times change...sorta Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-21665767434826561702018-02-23T11:51:12.273-08:002018-02-23T11:51:12.273-08:00Aw, I have to say you brought up a memory that I h...Aw, I have to say you brought up a memory that I had with my own grandfather the Christmas before he passed away. He told me similar to yours that this would probably be the last Christmas he'd be with us. At the time, I truly didn't believe him or probably just didn't want to believe him. See he was having issues with his kidneys and was going to need dialysis. But I thought he'd be OK as naive and young as I was. It was only weeks later, he fell and broke his hip. He passed away 3 weeks after that. And he was indeed right as that was his last Christmas with us. That was just about 20 years ago now. But like you I also still recall is funeral pretty clearly and all my emotions that went along with it. Funny how the photos can become faded, but the memories truly don't. Thanks for the photo share and the story behind it, as well here today. Janine Huldiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00226958154244023407noreply@blogger.com