oh it brought me back to the 1960's, I hadn't seen the chair in so long. I remembered it from her days in Paradise California. The A-framed house with the wood panel interior that smelled of cedar. Sabrina and I loved that house and playing in the woods nearby.
This weekend, I saw a familiar knick-knack among grandma's books. A wooden cat, and from his mouth, a wooden mouse suspended by a leather tail. I picked it up for the first time in over 40 years, the memories rushing back. I asked if anyone else wanted it instead. No, they all insisted that it should be mine.
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Welcome home Val. My brother used to live in Paradise, CA. He lives in Gualala now.
I remember my gramma's favorite chair, too. We would rock in it together and sing The Bear Went Over the Mountain...well, until I was just a bit older, ya know?
thanks Nonie, I love the little town of Paradise, such a peaceful place.
Dilling, such a nice memory, thanks for sharing it!
Isn't it amazing how a once familiar but forgotten object, like the wooden cat that you describe, can suddenly eliminate the gulf of time?
These images and your thoughts are a wonderful tribute.
It sounds wonderful - please post a picture.
thank you Dan! Will do mill's diva, I just need to get the right image of this rather simple cat. :)
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