tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post7015560755979842793..comments2024-03-15T10:40:20.085-04:00Comments on LAWN TEA: LOOKING BACKRachelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-17834277320632825422010-01-03T12:02:42.571-05:002010-01-03T12:02:42.571-05:00Rachel – we had those tiny Co’colas on Christmas e...Rachel – we had those tiny Co’colas on Christmas eve. A tradition in my family ever since my Pop Denson would go get crates of them at the big Coke plant. He’d ice them down on the 23rd so they would be good and cold for his and Aunt San’s Christmas Eve party. And I should have known that you were a friend of the North’s. Every time I get to NYC, I look for signs of them.Kim S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06609086775319252934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-59411107693581457552010-01-03T07:56:56.947-05:002010-01-03T07:56:56.947-05:00I love the picture of the organ, Rachel. That, to...I love the picture of the organ, Rachel. That, too, brought back old memories of one my aunt and uncle had at their weekend getaway cabin deep in the Louisiana woods. I spent many happy (and sometimes frustrating) times as a child trying to play it.Southern Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13451320470435065945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-43934717411829980152010-01-02T19:10:23.624-05:002010-01-02T19:10:23.624-05:00Keetha, yup!
RachelDear, you need an Avon lady. T...Keetha, yup!<br /><br />RachelDear, you need an Avon lady. They still provide an ample supply of "The tiny lipsticks, usually white plastic, about as big as a good squeeze of toothpaste, with a teensy real cover and a tiny cylinder of real lipstick---the ends usually flat on two sides, like a roof on an elf-house. ... and wee stoppered drams of cologne".<br /><br />I miss peaches in the grocery store. Whatever it is that shows up now looks just like a peach, but isnt one.Kouign Amannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-76157193957402147222009-12-31T10:16:14.742-05:002009-12-31T10:16:14.742-05:00I forgot one: I miss the cards in library books yo...I forgot one: I miss the cards in library books you used to have to sign. I loved looking to see who else had read the book I was about to check out and liked th eidea of someone looking at my name later. I always signed it with a flourish.Keethahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10391755322320140235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-13448435834522705682009-12-31T10:15:34.582-05:002009-12-31T10:15:34.582-05:00What a great post! I loved walking down memory lan...What a great post! I loved walking down memory lane with you. You write so well and so evocatively.<br /><br />I miss The Pig Stand on Highway 49 in Belzoni, Mississippi. <br /><br />I miss quiet and having to rely on your imagination to pass the time.Keethahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10391755322320140235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5574003980721581984.post-77598238390817670692009-12-31T07:53:48.422-05:002009-12-31T07:53:48.422-05:00What wonderful old memories you have so eloquently...What wonderful old memories you have so eloquently conjured this morning, Rachel. I have a couple more to add and then I promise to stop: (1) Captain Kangaroo and (2)A & W Drive-Ins where you could get huge frosted glasses of root beer and the best hamburgers and "curly-Q french fries" in the whole world. Not to mention, making "laps" and seeing and being seen by all your friends. Ahhhh ... the good old days!<br /><br />Thank you for the trip down memory lane. May your new year be filled with happy times and memories as sweet.Southern Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13451320470435065945noreply@blogger.com