WORDS

The other day I ruminated for you on the subject of going to "the store".

Not naming the store but because of growing up in a very small town there was usually only *one* store so one didn't have to name it.

That prompted an email from a friend of mine with whom I spent many childhood years in that town.

He said he had been thinking about all the words and phrases that were commonplace back then but have since mostly disappeared from our speech.

So he wrote a little poem about it.

With thanks to Jerry, here it is.

Did he miss any?

If you can think of any more, just let us all know in your comment.

VEG

In my last post I showed you a pyramid of lemons and limes.

Or if you'd like to practice your Spanish . . limones y limas.

Today's picture shows you a different side of SWMBO's kitchen artistry.

Zucchini, peppers, onions and garlic.

Or once again in Español . . calabacín, pimientos, cebollas y ajo.

All ready for Judy's stir-fry recipe.

Whatever the language, it was good!

CITRUS

I only *wish* these were from our own trees but they just came from the grocery store.

BTW, Judy and I had a conversation last night about terminology.

I said that for modern generations that have come long after us, the expression is "I got them from the grocery store," or "I got them at Safeway. Or Fry's. Or Wal-Mart."

Because they have grown up with all of those choices.

But for people like Judy and I, who grew up in very small towns, there's a difference.

We say "I got them from the store!"

We grew up in towns where there was only *one* store to buy groceries.

How about you?

What do you say?

LOOKING BACK

More and more, as one ages, it becomes fascinating to look back to "the old days".

My cousin, Bonnie, recently sent me a photo of some members of the maternal side of my family.

This is my grandfather, Martinus "Martin" Halvorson Hylland and my grandmother, Beatha H. Ronningen.

They were both born in the United States but Martin's father was born in Norway and emigrated to the U.S.

The photo must have been taken shortly before Martin's death because that occurred in 1945, when I was 5 years old.

That's me in the lower right corner, holding my cousin Cherie's hand.

My cousin, Bonnie, is the one clowning on the left side of the photo, being held in the air by my brother, Wayne.

I don't think I have any other pictures showing my mother's father so this was a treat for me to see.

Martin, or Grampa Hylland as I knew him, was a farmer in North Dakota.

His wife, my Gramma, lived on after him for many years and was one of the best cooks I ever knew.

I still miss her lefse when the Christmas holidays roll around.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 

That's all I've got.

Have a good weekend and always keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

WORDLESS

 

THE PAINTER PAINTS ON