tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post2991903071580728573..comments2023-07-08T06:45:37.946-06:00Comments on Penrose Mornings: Blood Family Blog: Relics of the PastDwighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-1362559817446042842009-08-12T09:06:26.425-06:002009-08-12T09:06:26.425-06:00I was just really thankful we weren't the &quo...I was just really thankful we weren't the "relics of the past". For me that is a huge upside to this post!Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-40684784619182913582009-08-10T10:26:04.377-06:002009-08-10T10:26:04.377-06:00Am I in trouble? Chalk it up to a poor memory. - ...Am I in trouble? Chalk it up to a poor memory. - who has and who hasn't????Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-40733864773574222892009-08-09T23:39:31.650-06:002009-08-09T23:39:31.650-06:00Actually, you could just give it to me since I don...Actually, you could just give it to me since I don't have one either. And notice that Ann doesn't come right out and say that she does or does not have one. <br />These are friends from our past. You almost have to been there to understand the sentiment. I actually just darned a couple of socks that I loved and was not ready to pitch. The darning will probably last longer than the rest of the sock. Thanks for doing this posting, Eliz!Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-26525540115265505352009-08-09T16:43:05.009-06:002009-08-09T16:43:05.009-06:00Now I feel terrible. But, like Solomon, I can'...Now I feel terrible. But, like Solomon, I can't cut this one in half and share it between Steve and Dwight, so guess I'll just keep it. I always thought it would be cool attaached to a pretty board and used as a hangar.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-79641911219611128472009-08-09T08:19:14.170-06:002009-08-09T08:19:14.170-06:00Didn't get one.Didn't get one.Steve Bloodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14461084071883064196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-5991399139528095922009-08-09T07:53:11.434-06:002009-08-09T07:53:11.434-06:00Sorry, Dwight. Maybe Ann is correct - that there w...Sorry, Dwight. Maybe Ann is correct - that there weren't many of them. Louise has one. Do you, Judy? My memory is hazy about how many of the knobs were replaced. After all, that's about 37 years ago. And the memory is the first to go.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-67249211196371993852009-08-08T20:10:20.452-06:002009-08-08T20:10:20.452-06:00As I recall there weren't very many of them (t...As I recall there weren't very many of them (the doorknobs)left to rescue. The "blob" of beeswax was always such a mysterious thing to me. I remember running the thread through the beeswax over and over again and watching as the thread got thicker and thicker. Mother tried hard to teach us how to make do with what we had. The pin box is a happy, familiar sight. Learning to sew on the treadle sewing machine was so much fun - coordination to the max!Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-8108679755070914312009-08-08T19:41:57.933-06:002009-08-08T19:41:57.933-06:00no. I didn't get one.no. I didn't get one.Dwighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.com