nopointjustparticipation

March 17th, 2014 by Jan

They call it Throw back Thursday on Facebook. On Thursday, you post a photo from the past.

Ken was showing his mom some photos once, and she said, “Oh, that one was taken when I was younger.” Ken of course pointed out that ALL photos we see are taken when we are younger. Even the instant, digital ones! Time moves on.

I don’t have a lot of old photos. I have one shoe box full. Just one. Every once in a while, Ken and I will look at photos and then toss them. Done and done. Marian says we are crazy!

It’s the same with the digital ones, especially when I tend to take say, 50 photos of a sunrise -  It is easy to hit delete on 45 of them. We rarely print any of these.

I asked my dad if he had any photos of me as a kid. At first he said no, but he went looking. Six months later, he sent me four. Three were a group shot of Bill, Art and me. The other was the one I post the other day of me at the ironing board.

To answer Jenny – yes, I still iron, but mostly quilt pieces. My Grandma Hudson ironed. She would ask us to “save up” our ironing before she would visit. She ironed everything — including sheets and shoelaces.

I use a very old iron. I’m sure it was my Grandmothers. Not Grandma Hudson’s but mom’s mom. Grandmother Chambers. I doubt she ever used it. She had people who did that sort of thing for her. I love using this iron. It has two setting — scorching hot and off. I burn my self constantly with it. The cord is frayed and I’m sure the thing is a hazard. I love it. I do own a new iron. But, I dread the day I need to break the new one in.

This post has no point — but it is nice to participate!

4 thoughts on “nopointjustparticipation

  1. Laura B

    It’s almost a lost art, eh? I remember ironing for my mom, things like my dad’s hankies, and the cloth serviettes for the table, and the tablecloths. She had a Coke bottle with a rubber plug that went in the top. The plug had a metal top with holes in it. You filled the bottle with water and used it to sprinkle the cloth with water, then rolled them up to let them get damp all the way through, then unrolled and ironed them into crisp, sharp-edged squares.

    I never knew then that there were steam irons. I’m guessing hers was not. But I think back to how great those things looked after ironing and I doubt that a steam iron would do as good a job.

    Memories only, now. I do own an iron and maybe use it once or twice a year. No wonder it has lasted so long!

    I’m having fun remembering these things. Thanks, Jan!

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  2. Jim

    “Ken was showing his mom some photos once, and she said, “Oh, that one was taken when I was younger.” Ken of course pointed out that ALL photos we see are taken when we are younger.”

    One of the many reasons why I want to be Ken when I grow up.

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