The little treasures (Volume 16)

From those days of yore, when people could stand and sit beside one another, and people could go out to bars.
Big Bents family

Contributor: Anna Magdalena of Oakdale

Date of picture: June 1940

Date of contribution: Unknown

Caption: “This is the Bents family, originally from Canby, Minnesota.

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How much fabric can one woman possibly use? Well, you never know when it might come in handy . . . or why . . .

What is right with people?
Pandemic Division

The Hastings Crazy Quilter: “Subject: Kick Covid-19 to the Curb!

“My grandmother was born in 1896. She was a young mother when the 1918 flu pandemic hit. I heard her talk about it only once, when she said it was grim living through it and harsh and depressing afterwards because so many families were ripped apart. That and the Great Depression, which came a decade later, affected her the rest of her life, but not in a way which you’d expect.

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How a redbird’s death “brought me down to earth, reminded me how fragile life is, how vulnerable we all are right now . . .”

Life (and death) as we know it (Coronavirus Division)
Including: Our birds, ourselves

The Divine Mum of Crocus Hill: “Subject: ‘But when we are ready, we must pick ourselves up so that we can be a light for others to follow.’

“A beautiful essay from a childhood friend. She gave me permission to share”:

“Today we had a female cardinal fly into the window, and she died from her injuries. For at least a half-hour, her mate hopped around her frantically pecking at her, trying to wake her up. After a while, I could no longer watch his desperation. I had to look away for a few minutes to wrap my head around this all too common tragedy. After about an hour, I went back to the window and saw that the male cardinal was no longer there. She was alone in the rain. Nature’s tears were descending, and I could not help touching my face as I wiped away my own.

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The little treasures (Volume 15)

We wish you good health (physical and mental) this fine Sunday.

Here are a few glimpses of more-ordinary times.

Kids with skis

Contributor: Eleanor Foster Nessel of Stacy

Date of picture: 1934

Date of contribution: Unknown

Caption: “In the year 1934, during the Depression, we were happy to have some outdoor activities, as money was scarce for entertainment.

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