Showing posts with label random thoughts. Up In The Attic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random thoughts. Up In The Attic. Show all posts
Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
1985 cars now officially antiques - St. Petersburg Times
1985 cars now officially antiques - St. Petersburg Times
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That's only 25 years ago.
My hubby owned his dad's old 1966 Dodge Dart when I first met him. We drove that car from Houston, Texas to Vermont in July 1980. I still have nightmares about the steering and brakes on that old car. We actually brought our newborn daughter home from the hospital in that car in 1986.
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That's only 25 years ago.
My hubby owned his dad's old 1966 Dodge Dart when I first met him. We drove that car from Houston, Texas to Vermont in July 1980. I still have nightmares about the steering and brakes on that old car. We actually brought our newborn daughter home from the hospital in that car in 1986.
In this photo my future husband is washing the old 1966 Dodge Dart getting it ready for the long road trip to Vermont. His dad bought the car brand new.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Is eBay facing seller revolt?
Is eBay facing seller revolt? is the title of this article. Once again eBay is making changes to its fee scale and some are not happy. I've been selling on eBay since August 11, 1998 and I've seen many changes there. The only change I had the most difficulty adapting to was when eBay went strictly to using PayPal for payments and even that was an easy shift for me. I miss the checks and money orders but PayPal makes life at eBay less complicated.
Personally, I like eBay and am a loyal follower. With eBay you can never be unemployed. Over the years eBay has made life as a seller very simple and easy. I remember when we had to do everything from writing our own invoice to emailing the buyer or seller directly. I love all the new features of eBay and yes, it seems as though things change every other week but the benefits far outweigh the hassles. Change is good for many reasons. There is a wonderful spirit of community at eBay and I enjoy reading the many and varied opinions of both buyers and sellers. Let's face it, most of us are BOTH buyer and seller and eBay is looking out for our best interest.
Personally, I like eBay and am a loyal follower. With eBay you can never be unemployed. Over the years eBay has made life as a seller very simple and easy. I remember when we had to do everything from writing our own invoice to emailing the buyer or seller directly. I love all the new features of eBay and yes, it seems as though things change every other week but the benefits far outweigh the hassles. Change is good for many reasons. There is a wonderful spirit of community at eBay and I enjoy reading the many and varied opinions of both buyers and sellers. Let's face it, most of us are BOTH buyer and seller and eBay is looking out for our best interest.
Maine Antique Digest - Pfizer Mocks Antiques Collecting
Maine Antique Digest - Pfizer Mocks Antiques Collecting
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Is this Pfizer's explanation for why there are so many baby-boomer antique dealers?
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Is this Pfizer's explanation for why there are so many baby-boomer antique dealers?
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Brave little soldiers and hero mommies!
I received my latest issue of The American Legion yesterday. Didn't get a chance to read it until this morning while having breakfast. An article that caught my eye and made me cry was titled: Hug-a-Hero dolls comfort kids of the deployed. This is a must read for anyone who proudly supports our troops, whether they be here working at home or deployed overseas. The official website is www.daddydolls.com.
The wives of two Marines developed the idea of making fabric dolls with the printed picture of their husbands in uniform so their ill children could still have daddy to hug while he was deployed. What a wonderful idea. What touched my heart was the photo with this article of the 4 year old receiving chemotherapy holding her 'daddy doll'. I remember so well the dependent children I cared for while working in the military hospitals when I was stationed around the country at various Army posts. Military families are special. Their children are special. They must endure many hardships and sometimes never know when a parent or spouse must leave for a length of time to serve overseas. It's what they choose to do but they do it selflessly and proudly. It's something civilians will never understand. To this day I still feel the tug of my 'military family' and remember fondly the many great opportunities and experiences I had while in uniform.
The wives of two Marines developed the idea of making fabric dolls with the printed picture of their husbands in uniform so their ill children could still have daddy to hug while he was deployed. What a wonderful idea. What touched my heart was the photo with this article of the 4 year old receiving chemotherapy holding her 'daddy doll'. I remember so well the dependent children I cared for while working in the military hospitals when I was stationed around the country at various Army posts. Military families are special. Their children are special. They must endure many hardships and sometimes never know when a parent or spouse must leave for a length of time to serve overseas. It's what they choose to do but they do it selflessly and proudly. It's something civilians will never understand. To this day I still feel the tug of my 'military family' and remember fondly the many great opportunities and experiences I had while in uniform.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Well, jumpin' jim jeffords, it's cold outside!
Brrrrrrrrrrrr! It sure is cold outside today. When that nor'easter blew in yesterday this ol' attic wench was scramblin' around the attic tryin' to plug the broken windows with whatever I could find up here. At first the closest thing at hand was great-auntie's old wedding dress inside a plastic bag, just layin' there on top of a cardboard box full of 1940's newspapers. I could here her voice telling me, "Go ahead, dearie, the dress never did me much good since the ol' fool I married ran off with the local town hussy and left me and the kids to fend for ourselves." Still, I thought better of it and managed to find a dome top trunk containing some old sheets and linens so I used those instead.
I hear tell that after great-auntie's ex ran off he eventually joined the Army but he was wounded in the left butt cheek and broke his left leg so he was discharged soon after. He wasn't any hero since the rest of the story that great-auntie told goes something like this: Her ex was home on leave corousing with his hussy girlfriend when the two of them decided to raid old man Tinkerton's barn lookin' for liquour. After they jumped the fence onto Tinkerton's property great-auntie's ex met face to face with one of the meanest and ornery lookin' bulls you ever laid eyes on. When great-auntie's ex tried out runnin' that old cuss of a bull he slipped and fell. The bull took great-auntie's ex right in the left backside with its horn, just like stickin' a fork in a marshmallow. After that the bull tromped his leg but somehow great-auntie's ex managed to crawl back out of the pasture and he and his hussy friend hightailed it to the nearest doctor. Great-auntie said for years after, that man walked with a gimp that was like watchin' a colt trying to stand on the first day it was born, all wobbly like.
Well, the old sheets stuffed in the broken windows are keepin' the snow out just fine. Time to mosey on downstairs to the kitchen and make a nice hot cup of cocoa. I can smell the stew simmerin' on the wood stove from up here. Smells real good. Next time I get up here to the attic I think I'll take a peek inside that old photo album I found in the bottom of the linen trunk. For now I'll just lay it aside and head on down to the kitchen for some warm vittles.
I hear tell that after great-auntie's ex ran off he eventually joined the Army but he was wounded in the left butt cheek and broke his left leg so he was discharged soon after. He wasn't any hero since the rest of the story that great-auntie told goes something like this: Her ex was home on leave corousing with his hussy girlfriend when the two of them decided to raid old man Tinkerton's barn lookin' for liquour. After they jumped the fence onto Tinkerton's property great-auntie's ex met face to face with one of the meanest and ornery lookin' bulls you ever laid eyes on. When great-auntie's ex tried out runnin' that old cuss of a bull he slipped and fell. The bull took great-auntie's ex right in the left backside with its horn, just like stickin' a fork in a marshmallow. After that the bull tromped his leg but somehow great-auntie's ex managed to crawl back out of the pasture and he and his hussy friend hightailed it to the nearest doctor. Great-auntie said for years after, that man walked with a gimp that was like watchin' a colt trying to stand on the first day it was born, all wobbly like.
Well, the old sheets stuffed in the broken windows are keepin' the snow out just fine. Time to mosey on downstairs to the kitchen and make a nice hot cup of cocoa. I can smell the stew simmerin' on the wood stove from up here. Smells real good. Next time I get up here to the attic I think I'll take a peek inside that old photo album I found in the bottom of the linen trunk. For now I'll just lay it aside and head on down to the kitchen for some warm vittles.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Looking out the attic window
Wow! Sure is getting chilly outside. The attic wench has a great view from the attic window this fall. She can see the trees turning bright red, orange and yellow from where she sits on a dusty old bench up here in the attic. She's been rather wistful lately. Her sister left for Florida for the winter and that makes her a little sad since they're like best friends and they both share a love of antiques. The attic wench always has mixed feelings about the summer's end partly because she can now relax after a hectic summer but she knows she won't see many of her flea market buddies until next spring. However, she keeps busy sorting and dusting off all the old junque scattered around under these old rafters.
With colder weather setting in it's time to concentrate more on getting the eBay store filled with fun stuff. The old trunks here in the attic are stuffed with years of accumulation and are being made ready for emptying so keep a look out for some great items on eBay. For instance, the attic wench just listed a 1914 cast iron baseball bank that hadn't seen the light of day for nearly 93 years.
Someone is calling from kitchen for the attic wench to join them for tea and scones. She'll be back later to finish digging through the old trunks to see what else she can find. Meanwhile, enjoy the colors of fall through the attic window and stay warm.
With colder weather setting in it's time to concentrate more on getting the eBay store filled with fun stuff. The old trunks here in the attic are stuffed with years of accumulation and are being made ready for emptying so keep a look out for some great items on eBay. For instance, the attic wench just listed a 1914 cast iron baseball bank that hadn't seen the light of day for nearly 93 years.
Someone is calling from kitchen for the attic wench to join them for tea and scones. She'll be back later to finish digging through the old trunks to see what else she can find. Meanwhile, enjoy the colors of fall through the attic window and stay warm.
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