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We do not have to look very far into the words of public officials to understand that telling lies has become a nasty habit. Lies have been present, as far back as I can remember paying any attention whatsoever to people in Washington. I guess that would be the Nixon administration. Sometimes, lies are a cover-up, and sometimes, lies are just an attempt to sugar-coat a situation or even a way to get a desired result. Usually, the TRUTH speaks for itself in the long run, and a lie does not remain uncovered for very long.

This habit of telling lies is a very pervasive one, I’m afraid. Why, just yesterday, someone whom I would have thought I could have trusted, told me a bold-faced, unabashed lie. To be a good liar, one has to possess superior powers of memory. Otherwise, it’s easy to flub up. She did.

Don’t worry, I have my B.S. deflector ready at all times, and this old girl has been around the mulberry bush far too often. So, if you are the young person, working in an office, who just lied to me yesterday, then you are put on notice.

God knows, and I know, and what’s worse, you know! Don’t lie. T’ain’t worth it.

That’s my preach-y message today from a disgruntled person who is tired of hearing lies. Don’t lie to me, unless it’s a compliment, like how beautiful I am. Some lies we can just bask in, can’t we?
Pat

Today, we were sent new photos of lambs recently born at the Remick Country Doctor Farm & Museum. One is on our front page, and the other is on the Remick Museum New Announcements page.

I remember how delighted my grand nephew, George, was to visit the Remick Farm. He had never been around farm animals…at all, being a city boy from California. He was only two years old, at the time of the visit, but he certainly got a big kick out of the cows, steers, and horses, and other animals. In fact, my niece’s husband had never seen farm animals before, in person, so he was quite fascinated.

Just now, I posted a photo of our grandson, Patrick James, on the front page. He is now four months old. This is his “beach bum” picture.

Hope you enjoy the new photos. I’ve been right out straight, so I have nothing further to add today. Hope you are well and happy! See you later!

Pat

Just when I thought that the milkman concept had gone the route of two cent stamps, I am told that there is a dairy in Rhode Island that delivers milk right to your door. I am amazed. This seems like such a “retro” concept, and it brings back such fond memories.

In my early lifetime, milk delivery was the standard, not the exception. The milkman would drive up to the back door, near which sat a silver colored, insulated milk box that kept the milk cold, until it could be retrieved. The milk itself would be in glass bottles, and there would be a little round waxed piece of cardboard, at the top of the bottle, with a lift tab. The rich cream that sat at the top, for an inch or two down, was always poured into a separate container by my mother. This was destined for coffee.

Thinking back to the “old” days, there also was a truck that brought around baked goods like Table Talk Blueberry Pies, baked in real metal tins. Like the glass bottles for milk, the pie tins could be given back to the seller to be recycled.

My mother was a fan of “Wonder Bread,” and I have a vague reminiscence of that being on the truck as well. She bought a lot of it, as she felt that she had to help her four children to be healthy by eating bread with vitamins added.

Then there was the ice cream truck that circled the neighborhood, making lots of noise, balloons streaming from it. Ice cream never tasted so good as when I handed over the quarter, or whatever the cost was, on a hot, summer day.

A lot of what I knew as a child has gone bye-the-bye, never to be again. However, if you live in Rhode Island, you can call Munroe Dairy for home delivery of milk. For $2.78 for a half gallon of milk, they will cheerfully deliver fresh-from-the-dairy milk, with no growth hormones or other additives. For busy people, this is a nice option and a very handy service. (No affiliation with the company. I’m just tickled to hear that what is old is new again!)

This is your life, and you’ve just heard the latest connection being made to the past, a time that we all seem to revere, in memory.

Have a wonderful day, as we slowly edge our way toward the weekend.

Patricia

Need a beautiful fashion creation? Sew the edges and “go.” Found in Maine in 2006.

To read a research paper by Jennifer Lynn Banning entitled, “Feed Sack Fashions in South Louisiana, 1949-1968: The Use of Commodity Bags in Garment Construction,” please visit the pdf file link, underlined above.

There are a number of files related to feedsack on our main website and a word search there will bring up the possibilities. In the meantime, here is a link to our main article on Collectible Feedsack.
Pat

This morning, I found an online file of quotes from H.L. Mencken, a person who has been called one of the most influential writers of the twentieth century. I delight in his way of looking at the world. He was quoted once as having said that if one wanted to make his ghost happy, to just wink at an ugly girl.

I suppose it is no wonder that I like Mencken. I also enjoyed the radical, satirical, “Week That Was” television show of the 1960s. Humor seems to never grow old. More often, it is timeless, and helps us to deal with the reality of the world as we know it to be.

Now, I will re-direct you, momentarily, to the site with a few quotes. I hope you’ll come back to visit me! Here it is:

H.L. Mencken quotes
Pat