Escape of Notions

Barbies! What can I say. Barbie has everything. Women envy her. Men adore her. Barbie was my life as a child. I loved Barbies. This is a picture of the Barbie house where my Barbie lived. She had a friend named Midge, whose boyfriend was Allan. Skipper lived with Barbie and Ken. Ken happened to work with GI Joe, whose office was in my brother's room. It was a wild time. A lost era of make believe and innocence. More barbie to come...

Chrissy was a doll I played with when I was growing up. Just another in the doll collection. Her hair would grow with the push of her belly button, and get shorter by winding up a knob on her back. She was hours of fun. I had many dresses to change her into. She had a sister, named Velvet; my sister had her. One of my friends had a Chrissy doll too, but her hair was prettier than mine. I exchanged dolls with her without her knowing it because I wanted her doll. I guess that was the only time I ever "stole" something; although, it was an unknowing swap. Chrissy came out in 1969, so I was 8 at the time. But, I knew better than take something that wasn't mine.
I've loved dolls for many years, and with boys, didn't have the opportunity to purchase dolls for my children. Kris did want a My Buddy, and a Cabbage Patch Kid named Fred Maxwell. Wes wanted a Barbie at one time for his GI Joe. Don't think Heath ever asked for a doll. But, boys have to learn how to be Dads, so I guess it was fine.

Well, the doctor said it DID look like a blood clot in Mother Roberson's leg, and recommended abdominal sub-q heprin.  She refused, of course, saying, "that stuff 'll kill ya."  No one could convince her that the blood clot could kill her too.  She is into herbal things like I am.  She has been taking garlic tablets to thin her blood, and cranberry juice to flush her kidneys.  The blood clot seems to be dissolving, and her leg healing.

My herbal interest came from Lisa, and Laura Culberson's grandmother, Granny Culberson.  Ever so often, Mary Alice, Lisa and Laura's mother, would load up Granny Culberson and off to Jemison to the herb doctor they would go.  We got such a kick out of going to the herb doctor.  I was fortunate to be able to go with them on a couple of occasions.  Granny would have her little plastic bags full of herbs waded in her hand, and off we would go, back home.  When I started learning about herbs, I emailed Laura laughing about it; she laughed back and admitted, she was into herbs too!

My hubby is coming to take me home tomorrow!!!  yippy....

Precious memories, how they linger...  What a great song.

This doll of mine was able to do pirroettes.  Battery operated, round and round she went.  I played with her as a ballerina, and as a student in my class.  My doll bed was the overhead projector when turned up on its end.  My brother was the principal.  He would load home movies into the movie projector, set up the screen in the living room, and summon "the class" for movies.  I would take all of my dolls in the living room where we would all watch home movies.  My brother and I had such fun; we were perfect playmates.  His GI Joe action figures were in class too.  He would never forgive me it I called his action figures dolls.  Psst..."but they were."  Shh...don't tell!

Even when I played Barbies, his GI Joe's were Ken and Allen's business associates.  Ken and Allen would ride in the Barbie camper to the GI Joe base headquarters.  Wow, what a good time was had playing when we were young children.  Momma never called us kids, we were chill-dren.  Kids were goats.

PS:  gotta go wash, the geek squad had to reset the mother board in the washer.  That is why it was broken

Last night I was dreaming of NanaJan.  Nana is Kris and Heath's grandmother.  What I remember was, I was looking for someone.  I was in San Antonio, but it was actually at Capitol Parkway and Madison Avenue in Montgomery.   Whomever I was looking for, I was told, was at First Baptist Church, and when I got there, it was the setting of FBC, Montgomery.  I saw Bruce Hose, John Hagee, my Momma, and Nana.  Nana was in a peach long dress with her hair in her famous chinon.  She was young and beautiful, like when I first me her in 1982.  I grabbed her and remember crying my eyes out, hugging her as tight as I could.  I remember someone remarked that it had only been a year; whatever that meant.

Nana was my mentor.  She taught me what I needed to know to be a homemaker, wife, and mother.  My mom was the ultimate professional; a no nonsense business woman.  Nana filled in the gaps my momma couldn't.  Nana and I were more alike than my mom.  Momma was very supportive, nurturing and self sacrificial;  she was a great mom.  But, there were things that I NEEDED from Nana.  Gosh, I miss her!

Thank God for His grace, and preparations for all of us being in heaven.  I'll get to see my Nana again!  I miss you SO much!  Then, come to find out, Papa has been in the hospital!  Lord take care of Papa.

Woop, Woop...I made an A in my Strategic Planning Class.  I still have a 4.0 GPA in Grad School.  Whoop Whoop!  Just finished up helping my youngest with a report for school.  It was a cute report.

My favorite was one Kris wrote in 1st grade.  It was called "A Bee in My Mitten."

It talked about a bee getting in his mitten and him throwing it away.  It ended up in the city dump, and I was mad.  So, we went and got it, then went home and baked cookies.  He used to have it in his memory box, but I don't know if he still does.  I loved that story, and I love him.

 

This is but one of the lunch boxes I had growing up: it's probably my favorite.  I almost never got to use them, but on those days my mother would relent and let me pack a lunch, boy, was it the best food you could eat.  The flavor of the food was mellow and warm, and the smell was a congolmeration of aromas.  Ooohhh, I shiver to think about it. 

My friend, Kay, used to love bologna and cheese sandwiches after they got warm in the car.  I liked my apple with warm milk from my thermos, or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on white bread.  And, nothing was better than my slightly brown warm banana with my warm thermos milk.  Um, Um, good!

They don't make lunch boxes like these anymore, and I'd love to collect them, but I figure the picture will do because of have no room for display.  These vintage lunch boxes may be old and rusty, like me...haha, but the memories are just as fresh as the food I ate from them.