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Friday, August 5, 2011

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Um...I am thinking that little girl on the right must have been a real "cat bird" as my little old neighbor lady says. That face sort of looks like "Smile pretty?? Yeah right!" I wonder if she was a little tomboy, that is some awfully short hair for those days. Can you imagine the despair that was shed over combing those curls into a girly do, when she would rather have chopped it all off. It boggles the mind to think how they got her into an actual dress! (Of course, this is my imaginations about this photo, as there are NO bits of info on the back of this photo. How rude!!!)



Back to my little old neighbor lady. I have always loved old people. When I was younger I loved to hear their stories. Porkchop Hill, trench warfare, WW I was a reality to my grandfather and uncles. Flapper dresses and Prohibition were an active part of my grandmother's younger life. (I think she would have been the original "Miss Cat Bird". ) My neighbor, Mrs. W was married in St. Patrick's Cathedral hours before her husband was deployed for the duration of WW II. A young girl from the mountains of North Carolina, alone in the big city! At the 'peri-old lady' stage that is looming ahead for me I hope that I can be like all of the oldies that I have had the pleasure of knowing. Old enough to know that the little crap stuff of life is really not that important in the big picture.



More Mrs. W words of wit will be featured soon. (And a photo of her and her beloved Kenneth). If you have any little old lady wise/witty words from your family/friends please share them with all of us. They usually cause a great deal of laughing a smiling.



And Miss CatBird and all the little bird-ettes of her family will be back soon, with photos too!



Have a wonderful weekend!

2 comments:

  1. What a great story to share!! I can remember when I was little and me and my little sister first met the older lady next door. I asked "What's your name?" and she replied, "Puddin' Tain. Ask me again and I'll tell you the same." We ran home to Mom saying, "Mom, we met Puddin'!" Such great memories!!

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  2. Thank you for sharing these wonderful images!!
    Nancy xx

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