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| Painting by H Hargrove |
No doubt the driver of this snazzy car, has gone inside the general store, to pick up some goods for the missus.
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| Cook stove similar to the one Mom used |
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| Looking from outhouse to our home growing up. |
We often yearn for the good old days, but in reality they were the hard old days--no modern conveniences, no convection ovens, no indoor plumbing, and no TV.
I enjoy the nostalgia of times gone by, but I am thankful for the here and now, especially when I think of the cold walks to the outhouse in winter.
I wouldn't relish that walk in deep snow, either! And while it is fun to wax nostalgic, THIS is the day that the Lord hath made. We will rejoice and be glad in IT. You are so right. Blessings abound right in front of our faces! :-)
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Sheila
Great pictures and great memories you shared with us! When I saw your picture of the old gas tank it reminded me when I first started driving and how much gas was then...89 cents! A GALLON! Would love to go back to that, right? Hope you have a great day!
ReplyDeleteI remember outhouses! The thing that I would have had a hard time with is the heat in the house and cooking on an old time stove without air conditioning! Wow, I don't know how they did it. Yes, those were simpler days in some ways, but also very hard times, too. I'm not sure I'd want to live like that now! Nice post!
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures. I can relate to those days. There were no heaters and only a fireplace or stove in the main house. As a kid we would put our pajamas on near the fire and then run and jump into cold beds that had tons of blankets to keep us warm. Forget about getting up in the middle of the night to go to the outhouse. Thanks for sharing. Have a great day.
ReplyDeleteYes, you and I are both getting a little nostalgic lately. The Good Ole Days. I feel like I was living in a dream, and didn't have the common sense to know it! :)
ReplyDeleteYeah we forget the hard times and just remember the fun parts. We didn't even have air conditioning in the house until I was 9 years old.
ReplyDeleteWhen we moved to where I live now, there was one of those gas pumps out next to our house. It is a collector item now. My grandpa took it down and hid it because he was afraid of the EPA.
I hope you have a lovely day.
I remember them in the summer at camp, but not in winter and that looks like a long walk! I bet it was cozy and wonderful inside with your mother's cookstove blazing, though.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the walk down memory lane, Marti. enjoyed this post.
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Great pictures! And I love nostalgia too!!!
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Cindy
Hello and thank you for stopping by my blog, and leaving a comment. It allowed me to find your pretty blog.
ReplyDeleteLove your blog look. And love what seems to be your blog vision. Who doesn't like going down Memory Lane, nostalgia, etc.? :-) Especially in trying times...
Gentle hugs,
"November ~~ The month of firelight and friendly comforts"
WOW! where did you grow up?
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I grew up in the mountain of northwestern Wyoming, just a few miles from the east entrance of Yellowstone Park.
ReplyDeleteI never even thought about outhouses and snow. BRRRRRRRR!
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Great paintings and great memories. Good old days are so good also because we were young and full of expectations, I think))).
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