Nonnie's Observations

amid memories captured in photos, objects that bring me comfort linked to: Haiku My Heart and James' Weekend Reflections #360

shadows rest beneath albums full of memories others’ & my own sharing with others at radiant Rebecca's HAIKU MY HEART AND SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY 2 hosted by Gemma Hoosier Quote: “Two things are bad for the heart- running uphill and running down people.” ~ Bernard F. Gimbel ~

greetings to August… a month that is bittersweet for wedding mem’ries wildflowers Which are favorites? All…of…them! sharing with a favorite of mine Rebecca's Haiku My Heart

Random 5 Friday Jan. 24, 2014 1. I am repeatedly surprised when I become aware that Friday has arrived! 2. Christmas begins the season of remembering the past for me,  and winter continues it with my pursuit  of writing down memories to correlate  with vintage photos for the perusal  of my grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  (when their interest grows in such an activity) 3. Speaking of the past,   my brother and I celebrated our birthdays together  all through our childhood  (once he was born, of course).  His was February 6th and mine is February 10th.   I was four days from being three years old  when Mom came home with her bundle of joy.   I have a clear memory of her placing him on my lap  while I sat on the blue davenport.     My sweet brother died at the young age  of 54 seventeen years ago. 4. A couple of years ago when I mentioned to my...

Memories of winter wash days  are mostly interwoven with odors-  the fresh smell of just-washed clothes  hanging on lines strung across the kitchen, the aroma of cornbread fresh from the oven,  the bouquet of fried potatoes mixed with onions  simmering on the stove, and the scent of the beans scooped into our bowls. Ahh… my tummy now rumbles in anticipation,  as if it were all taking place right now.

stitched flowers, crewel work fosters warm memories of Momma, the artiste This lovely piece hangs in my living room. When my hubby and I gave the kit to my multi-talented momma, I had never heard of crewel work. But I knew that my mother  could do anything she set her mind to do. So I wasn't surprised that  this lovely and precious work came to be. with abundant pleasure, I'm linked to radiant Rebecca and others at Haiku My Heart

Coca~Cola tray, like the one in Mom's cafe, sparks warm memories. My mom owned a restaurant  through my teen years. When a tray was needed to carry food and/or drinks  to the customer, this was one  I often used because of the advertisement of my favorite soda then, and still is. After Mom died,  my younger brother explained to me, as he held  the tray, that Mom  wanted him to have it.  It's probably best that I don't recall what, if anything,  I retorted. But I never stopped wanting  a tray  just like the one pictured.  Luckily I had a loving hubby who bought this tray for me  at an auction . advance to... ABC WEDNESDAY