Jackie,
I still have my mom's Singer from the 1950s. It is contained in a beautiful wood cabinet/stand with a hatch door that opens up to double the work surface. The machine is stored inside the cabinet and comes up to the work surface on hinges. The front door of the cabinet swings open and has storage for thread, bobbins, and the foot pedal. My mom was very happy when she used the Singer.
The new machines that interface with scanners and displays are absolutely fantastic and produce amazing results; they just don't come with my mom smiling and singing as she sewed.
San
Hobo Jungle
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P&R Pete
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Jackie Blue
Just got my tree in its stand about one hour ago. I think it looks great with nothing on. Oh, Minimalist Christmas Tree!
No way. I'll torture its boughs with strands of C-7s, Santa's mittens, bubble and globe lights, candy canes, icicles, tinsel, beads, antique glass ornaments, and whatever else Jack puts on it.
No way. I'll torture its boughs with strands of C-7s, Santa's mittens, bubble and globe lights, candy canes, icicles, tinsel, beads, antique glass ornaments, and whatever else Jack puts on it.
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P&R Pete
All the ornaments are on the front of the tree. They also only go up as far as a 9 year-old can reach. The garlands go straight up and down, rather than 'round and 'round. A couple of feathered birds look as if they've nose-dived into the branches. Glass ornaments that have lost the 'hooks' from their openings are impaled directly on the ends of branches.
She's a real beaut!
She's a real beaut!
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Jackie Blue
Buford's Christmas
I remember those boyhood Christmas’s of so long ago back in the hollow. Pap'd pull us older kids outta school sometime in late September to help bring in the crops. Sure as rain, though, we'd have to go right back as soon as Christmas was over, and we couldn't miss a day because we never knew when the welfare peoples would show up and pass out winter clothes.
Us youngens'd go out and pick the corn and spade the potatoes and shell the beans and clean out the orchards and gather in the eggs and milk the cows and pick some more corn and tomatoes and lettuce and cabbages and pickles and pumpkins and such! Course, Guttin'' the hogs was already done, as we recalled the pre-pork treats!
Every year, Pap'd grab his shotgun and head out into the woods. He knew going over to Slankley's Pond was the best place to do his hunting. Sometimes he didn't come back for a couple days, but he always showed up in time to cook what he caught for the main course for Christmas dinner.
I remember the year before I found out he had his still back there at Slankey's Pond. Guess him and Old Man Slankey must've shared it, although I don't recollect seeing him after Pap started heading back there.
Pap showed up Tuesday afternoon, and even with his glassy eyed weaving and bobbing, we could tell his sack contained the main part of our Christmas dinner.
What a dinner it was that year! We had REAL meat for the mince meat pies! My sisters spent a week chopping up the pork bits and beef bits and chicken and, from a neighbor, a shank of mutton. We didn't expect that, but he said he decided to slaughter that lying sheep and didn't have enough room to store it. I still don't know what he meant by that! Course my one sister who's also a cousin accidentally whacked off one of her fingers, but after it was boned properly (the finger, not her) it seemed to add a bit of extra flavor.
Course, mama always made her famous pumpkin pies that everyone just loved! She'd roll out the dough as thin as she could, then she'd flip it right into the pumpkin shell that had been cut in half! Next, she put all the pie fillings in there! MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm, can't find pumpkin pies like mama's anymore!
Course, Christmas being a religious type day, we all traipsed down to the church in the gully just like it was Sunday. Pap would put on his Sunday Long Drawers and sit on the porch as we walked down the cowpath. Pap said you should always look your best on the Lord's day!
Well, this year, it was a bit different, cause, on Christmas Day, Pap not only put on his Sunday Best Drawers, but actually put on some pants and knocked some of the dirt off of his shoes! He was actually going to go to church with us! We actually were the first to arrive. Old Pastor Jenkins was in a state of shock since he'd been by the house at least twice a week since I can remember to try and get Pap to go to church. Pap no sooner set foot on the bottom step when the building started to shake, and suddenly fell down! Pap just looked up at Pastor Jenkins and said, "I Told ya so!"
Pastor Jenkins looked at the debris, but wasn't phased. He held the sermon right there on the church lawn. A few families were a bit upset, but when it came time to sing the hymns, Pap was right in there with the best and loudest of them as he snored through Old Rugged Cross, Jordan River, and Heavenly Lord! I never knew a man that what could snore on key like Pap could.
After church, we made our way back up the cowpath to the house. We knew it wouldn't be long before the rest of the relatives would show up. My one sister, Becky Ann Marie Bob, was going to be there with her new husband, Uncle Clem! Pap's folks were gonna be there, as well as their folks, too. It could've gotten a little crowded, but Grandma and Grandpa had the same parents, so that saved a couple seats.
Course, we all sat around the big table as Pap said the blessing: "Thank God the food's ready!" and we'd all dig in.
That year was a really good year. Pap was able to bag 3 rock bass, two trout and a carp for dinner. Maw was great in fixin'' them up as she brought the tray of fish sticks in for Pap to carve! Pap could carve fish sticks like you wouldn't believe! He carved mine into the shape of a sail boat, and my brother, Uncle Jimmy Joe Bill Bob, had his carved to look like a Model T Ford! Pap was real good with that knife of his, as we already knew from watching him Gut the hogs!
That year was a little extra special, too. We wuz the first family in the hollow to get ourselves a TV set. Sure, the finance people kept comin'' around to try and get it, but I hadn't seen one since the day Pap Gutted the hogs. That guy in his black suit walked up to Pap and said he was there for the TV. I don't know what Pap said to him, but whatever it was made the man turn green while Pap showed him that he could Gut a hog just by throwing his knife!
Anyway, we'd had that TV for about a year and a half, so we were already getting into the habit of, after dinner, huddling around it to wait for the football games, but like I said, this year was special because we had electricity! We'd never seen a football game, but my cousin, twice removed, Uncle Bob Joe Jimmy Bob, said he saw one once.
I'll tell you, I ain't never seen a football game like that one they had on PBS. I guess it was the Vikings that were playing, because they all wore horned helmets and sang a lot when they weren't killing anybody. They even had women folk on the field, and boy, could those fat ladies screech! I couldn't understand a word they said, but I recollect the hounds were trying to sing right along with them! Football games today seem kinda tame, although I can understand the womenfolk's screeching a whole bunch better. They's a lot skinnier than the women folk I saw in that first football game, and they don't wear as much. They jump around a lot, too. Pretty soon it got dark, and we knew the moon'd be a rising over the mountain in a few hours. It was almost like old times as we kids all bundled up into the old feather bed in the loft, but you'd be surprised what that my sister and her husband did! It kept me awake most the night, 'til I finally told them to go do that in the barn like everyone else!
Yup, that was probably my most memorable Christmas day ever!
Too bad you're only young once!
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I remember those boyhood Christmas’s of so long ago back in the hollow. Pap'd pull us older kids outta school sometime in late September to help bring in the crops. Sure as rain, though, we'd have to go right back as soon as Christmas was over, and we couldn't miss a day because we never knew when the welfare peoples would show up and pass out winter clothes.
Us youngens'd go out and pick the corn and spade the potatoes and shell the beans and clean out the orchards and gather in the eggs and milk the cows and pick some more corn and tomatoes and lettuce and cabbages and pickles and pumpkins and such! Course, Guttin'' the hogs was already done, as we recalled the pre-pork treats!
Every year, Pap'd grab his shotgun and head out into the woods. He knew going over to Slankley's Pond was the best place to do his hunting. Sometimes he didn't come back for a couple days, but he always showed up in time to cook what he caught for the main course for Christmas dinner.
I remember the year before I found out he had his still back there at Slankey's Pond. Guess him and Old Man Slankey must've shared it, although I don't recollect seeing him after Pap started heading back there.
Pap showed up Tuesday afternoon, and even with his glassy eyed weaving and bobbing, we could tell his sack contained the main part of our Christmas dinner.
What a dinner it was that year! We had REAL meat for the mince meat pies! My sisters spent a week chopping up the pork bits and beef bits and chicken and, from a neighbor, a shank of mutton. We didn't expect that, but he said he decided to slaughter that lying sheep and didn't have enough room to store it. I still don't know what he meant by that! Course my one sister who's also a cousin accidentally whacked off one of her fingers, but after it was boned properly (the finger, not her) it seemed to add a bit of extra flavor.
Course, mama always made her famous pumpkin pies that everyone just loved! She'd roll out the dough as thin as she could, then she'd flip it right into the pumpkin shell that had been cut in half! Next, she put all the pie fillings in there! MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm, can't find pumpkin pies like mama's anymore!
Course, Christmas being a religious type day, we all traipsed down to the church in the gully just like it was Sunday. Pap would put on his Sunday Long Drawers and sit on the porch as we walked down the cowpath. Pap said you should always look your best on the Lord's day!
Well, this year, it was a bit different, cause, on Christmas Day, Pap not only put on his Sunday Best Drawers, but actually put on some pants and knocked some of the dirt off of his shoes! He was actually going to go to church with us! We actually were the first to arrive. Old Pastor Jenkins was in a state of shock since he'd been by the house at least twice a week since I can remember to try and get Pap to go to church. Pap no sooner set foot on the bottom step when the building started to shake, and suddenly fell down! Pap just looked up at Pastor Jenkins and said, "I Told ya so!"
Pastor Jenkins looked at the debris, but wasn't phased. He held the sermon right there on the church lawn. A few families were a bit upset, but when it came time to sing the hymns, Pap was right in there with the best and loudest of them as he snored through Old Rugged Cross, Jordan River, and Heavenly Lord! I never knew a man that what could snore on key like Pap could.
After church, we made our way back up the cowpath to the house. We knew it wouldn't be long before the rest of the relatives would show up. My one sister, Becky Ann Marie Bob, was going to be there with her new husband, Uncle Clem! Pap's folks were gonna be there, as well as their folks, too. It could've gotten a little crowded, but Grandma and Grandpa had the same parents, so that saved a couple seats.
Course, we all sat around the big table as Pap said the blessing: "Thank God the food's ready!" and we'd all dig in.
That year was a really good year. Pap was able to bag 3 rock bass, two trout and a carp for dinner. Maw was great in fixin'' them up as she brought the tray of fish sticks in for Pap to carve! Pap could carve fish sticks like you wouldn't believe! He carved mine into the shape of a sail boat, and my brother, Uncle Jimmy Joe Bill Bob, had his carved to look like a Model T Ford! Pap was real good with that knife of his, as we already knew from watching him Gut the hogs!
That year was a little extra special, too. We wuz the first family in the hollow to get ourselves a TV set. Sure, the finance people kept comin'' around to try and get it, but I hadn't seen one since the day Pap Gutted the hogs. That guy in his black suit walked up to Pap and said he was there for the TV. I don't know what Pap said to him, but whatever it was made the man turn green while Pap showed him that he could Gut a hog just by throwing his knife!
Anyway, we'd had that TV for about a year and a half, so we were already getting into the habit of, after dinner, huddling around it to wait for the football games, but like I said, this year was special because we had electricity! We'd never seen a football game, but my cousin, twice removed, Uncle Bob Joe Jimmy Bob, said he saw one once.
I'll tell you, I ain't never seen a football game like that one they had on PBS. I guess it was the Vikings that were playing, because they all wore horned helmets and sang a lot when they weren't killing anybody. They even had women folk on the field, and boy, could those fat ladies screech! I couldn't understand a word they said, but I recollect the hounds were trying to sing right along with them! Football games today seem kinda tame, although I can understand the womenfolk's screeching a whole bunch better. They's a lot skinnier than the women folk I saw in that first football game, and they don't wear as much. They jump around a lot, too. Pretty soon it got dark, and we knew the moon'd be a rising over the mountain in a few hours. It was almost like old times as we kids all bundled up into the old feather bed in the loft, but you'd be surprised what that my sister and her husband did! It kept me awake most the night, 'til I finally told them to go do that in the barn like everyone else!
Yup, that was probably my most memorable Christmas day ever!
Too bad you're only young once!
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P&R Pete
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