How I lost my marbles... and my iron... and other kooky tales

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Once upon a time a slender young girl sat happily on the gray, navy and pink Oriental wool carpet at her grandparents' two-story farmhouse. While her wonderful gramma made something fabulous in her pink kitchen, this girl and her grandfather shot marbles... They were beautiful! One huge green marble was very clear but severely chipped. Deep inside it was some peppermint colored glass. My grandfather "whispered" that this pretty taw had been attacked by my mother as a little girl because she used a big ball-peen hammer to get to that candy! Now my grandfather was nearly perfect, but whispering was clearly not his forte, so in came my gramma Minnie and apologetic mother to weigh in with their stories...[ I just have to insert an observation here. I thought then and I still think it... my mother was kind of a bad child to do that, and... she had to have really been hard up for candy!!! ]

Flash forward to all my "adult" life when said marbles lived in a cardboard cylinder my mother as a teen had carefully colored with a Santa and sleigh--- little, whimsical reindeer...  About two years ago I ran across the empty cardboard cylinder, but... You guessed it. I had lost my marbles. I looked everywhere! I was pretty sure I had lost them for good...  Everyone agreed it was bound to happen!

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Yesterday, in order to finish my cross stitch, I looked high and low for an iron. Mom had two, and I had two... All are  AWOL. I love to iron, and I used to enjoy ironing nearly every item I washed--- not the towels and washcloths although I think my gramma did that. I clearly remember watching her iron washcloths and tea towels with carefully mended holes in them.  I asked her why bother mending or ironing such worn out daily things... Her answer... "Gayla, you may be poor all your life, but don't be sloven." lol... Well, oh wise prophetess, yep... I think you are right... When my laundry sits in a basket a couple days not EVEN folded I think "Uh-huh... poor AND sloven!" So, I guess all the irons got sold or lost in the big up-do a couple summers ago, and mine from that other life were no doubt stolen and resold (sloven?) ......and Minnie Samantha's granddaughter never  even noticed... So last night I ordered a cheap one from Wal-Mart.com... Case closed...

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Oh, and the other day while I was moving in a replacement microwave, I knocked off a cake plate and antique fruit jar lamp... I handily caught the green depression cake plate before it crashed, and the lamp MIRACULOUSLY did not break... Guess what was inside that old fruit jar???? My marbles!!! Rejoice! I found my marbles! (But how many times have I moved, dusted and foo-fooed  with that lamp? Did Mom put them in there? Or gulp! Did I? --------- I  never once noticed what was rattling in there at all..)      --- probably just too preoccupied with finding my... yep... I won't even go there.

My lamp!!! My marbles! 

Whimsy and Hugs!