The Permanent Grandsonly Record
Or: Ah, the smell of it!
Jomajesty reports: “As told to me by Princess #1:
“On his arrival home from school recently, oldest grandson Jack entered the house and asked where Grandma was. His mom replied that I wasn’t there, and if I was, he would have seen my car in the driveway.
Continue reading ““Where is Grandma? She’s not here? But she must have been. I can smell her perfume!””
Built to last
Little Sister writes: “It’s comforting to have something in your possession that was made to last.
“This very ordinary Club Aluminum pot was part of a complete collection my parents received as a wedding gift in 1944.
Continue reading “After 72 years of use, this “very ordinary Club Aluminum pot” is one to remember.”
‘Tis the season!
Or: The Permanent Grandmotherly/Granddaughterly, Motherly/Sonly Record
Booklady: “My heart is full.
“This grandmother’s dream has been to pass along some treasured traditions to the next generation. Although my sons were happily involved in Christmas preparations as kids, enthusiasm for cookie-baking did not last. When our younger son died at the age of 21, some of the joy of the season left me, too. His daughter, just over a year old at the time, lived with us for a while and spent lots of time with us through the years.
Continue reading “What it took to fill this woman’s heart: ‘Grandma, are you going to bake cookies?’”
We wish you all a most Merry Christmas.
Enjoy the day!
As for us: We plan to do the same. And tomorrow, too.
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Please keep the great stories and pictures coming! Our email address — BB.email@example.com — never rests. Thanks.
Long as we can remember (durn near), these words’ve shown up in Bulletin Board on Christmas Eve: “BULLETIN BOARD SAYS: Yes, dear Bulletin Boarders, it’s time once again for that ‘gen-u-wine original an’ perennial Cowboy King Christmas Classic’ — which we’ve been treatin’ ya t’ (’r inflictin’ on ya) ever’ Christmas Eve since way back in ’92 (’ceptin’ fer ’95). May it last a hundred years (an’ it’s a-gittin’ thar, ain’ it?)!”
Alas, our “poet lariat,” The Cowboy King (writing from his cabin in the Arden Mountains), has informed us that, the respect for property rights being too rara an avis on the Internet, he would not offer “The Night Before Christmas at M’ Home on the Range” to BBonward.com. Our rejoinder — that Bulletin Board has been published not just on newsprint but also online for many years, and that, so far as we knew, no one had wrongly appropriated his poem from either the Pioneer Press or TwinCities.com — was right on point but ultimately unpersuasive. Too bad.
We thank him for all of the years when he allowed us to run “The Night Before Christmas at M’ Home on the Range.” We never tired of it.
We hope that you will be suitably entertained, in The Cowboy King‘s absence, by yet another fine circus tale from Tim Torkildson: “My first Christmas away from home was spent in Venice, Florida, in rehearsal with the Ringling Brothers’ Blue Unit.
Continue reading “On the Christmas menu at the Golden Buddha: shrimp fried rice, sweet-and-sour pork, egg foo young … and three young clowns.”
‘Tis the season!
Lady Vol writes: “This Christmas memory is my father’s tale, although I’m certainly involved. It comes from a time when the world was much larger than it is now; there was no internet or instant communication. There was little knowledge about and even less understanding of cultural differences between nations and people.
Continue reading “On Christmas Eve in 1952, Santa Claus came to Thailand . . . and returned on Christmas Day!”