Stick Horse Cowgirls

    Someone new arrived last month to join adoring siblings who all want to hold her!  She WILL be spoiled, but hopefully will be as sweet and peaceful as she looks in this photo!   Big sister and imp, Emma Rose, will have to share the limelight!     She seems a little interested and sometimes sweet, but there have been a couple of incidents—such as climbing into the bassinet and a little love pat administered to new baby sister with too much gusto!     It’s fun to play dress up with high heels when you’re not holding new sister!   I loved dressing up in my mom’s high heels when I was little.  I especially remember my mom’s open toed black patent leather stilettos!  I  loved my pair of plastic high heels when I was five.  It was my consolation prize for having my tonsils out!  I can still remember clattering down the halls of the hospital in my “heels”.  I think they were sparkly!...

  Summers in the late fifties and early sixties were slow paced and hot.  We played outside all day long, coming in only to eat and then back outdoors again to play games and catch lightening bugs til bedtime.  Running barefoot through the sprinkler to cool off, moms made Kool-Aid for us to drink, and we ate watermelon on the backyard picnic table.  Great memories of growing up in the 50’s and 60’s--  except the nights when it was too hot to sleep before air conditioning!     This was the last generation to see door to door peddlers, as most mothers were working at home instead of the office.  I barely remember the Standard Coffee salesman, and am a little too young to remember the Jewel Tea man, who sold loose tea in vintage tins like this, but this was the day before the large grocery stores.     How well I  remember the milkman (yes, milk tasted SO much better in the glass gallon jugs from Prickett Dairy), who...