Monday, June 8, 2015

From the trader's fair....

I saw this little kitty at the trader's fair.  I don't recall why I didn't try to get a good picture...I remember just snapping and not really composing the picture.  I didn't check the price...remember I am trying to get rid of things, not bring in new.

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Mom and I used to walk and go visit these neighbors of ours...it was a man and his wife and his mom that lived there.  I think I have told before about how in this one bedroom, they kept this wringer washer.  I do not know if it worked or not.  And I don't recall how come I was even in there, but I was in there with one of them for some reason.  And for some reason, she got into this wringer washer...it was full to the brim of purses!

How I wanted to look through them, but I knew better than to ask...and of course I didn't reach for any.  But every time we went there from then on, I was hoping to get to go into that room again, but it never happened. I still wonder about them.  I never seen either of the women with a purse.  It almost makes me think it was a dream, but I know it wasn't.

Anyway, when we were there, I mostly played out around the house...there wasn't really much to do, but I do remember being outside.  There was a catalpa tree, and if it was summer, their big leaves fascinated me.

If I were inside very much, she had some little tiny ceramic cats...I suppose the wife saw me looking at them.  Anyway, if I had to stay inside for some reason, she would always get them down and let me play with them.
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This is the same neighbor that they stopped by after being to town, and he told me he had almost caught a pigeon for me.  I didn't realize it, but he must have know how I loved animals.  He had been able to walk right up to it....I don't know if he got to the point where he was bending over to catch it, but I do remember being amazed at how close he got.  I would have been totally thrilled with a gift like that.

7 comments:

  1. the little kitten is so cute, mother had a house full of things like this.. and would have wanted this one.. a wringer washer full of purses does sound like a dream to me and having it in the bedroom is more like a nightmare for me... i assume they were collecting purses and washers.

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  2. The Animal Whisperer . . Thank you for sharing the story and, i like the ceramic kitty . . . Brilliant day to You!

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  3. Hmmmm, very interesting memory from your neighbor. The ceramic kitty is so cute. It's so easy to pick up something that catches your eye at thrift shops, but I'm like you and don't need one single thing in my house.

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  4. first of all well done on restraining yourself and bringing in more "treasures" to your home....LOL

    It's funny what triggers off those memories. If you do decide to read that book, The Vagrants, please let me know what you think of it. Don't blame me though it you hate it I did warn you!!!

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  5. Such wonderful real life stories you tell. It is a gift with you. I can just picture all that is going on.
    MB

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  6. I think your photo of it is perfect. I used to collect little animals like this one when I was a kid. I would get very excited when we went to Ohio on vacation and I could go to the 5&10 Cent store and buy a new animal for my collection. I still have most of the animals....I gave away a few. I don't know what to do with them now. Come and visit me and I will give them to you :-) LOL What a pathetic lure that is! I have some non-fiction books I want to give you, too! We really have to get together some time. The story about the washer and the purses is certainly unusual!

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  7. I loved reading your memories, Rose. That is the cutest little cat figure and how kind of the lady to get hers down so you could play with them. That is so funny that the washer stored all those purses!

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