Last night we went into the city to go to my mother's house. My great aunt was in town for her sister's funeral. She is 92, and the last of 11 siblings.
I really enjoyed listening to her, her daughter, and to her niece's stories. It was different then what my grandmother use to talk about. My grandmother really didn't tell too many stories, the Alzheimer's had seen to that. My great aunt has it as well, but seems to be easily lead down that road of her past.
Paper dolls, she talked about playing with paper dolls up in the hay loft with one of her other sisters. Grandmother was too young to be allowed to play with them, and the two girls would all ways send her away. There was a game called clodding, some of you may know that one. But one day they were clodding (throwing dirt clods at the outhouse when someone was using it) when their grandmother came out of it. My grandmother thew a clod just as her grandmother's hand had reached out, grasping the outhouse door, and it busted up her finger pretty badly. I remember my grandmother teaching me how to make corn shuck dolls. My great aunt pulled out a photo of my great great grandmother and father. I told my husband that this is what we will look like in 40 years.
The meeting last night and the some of the things I have heard from the mouths of children from the Great Depression have me thinking. Next week I would like to start a series on the Great depression, and things that went on to survive. And then modernize it. Would this be something that you would be interested in discussing? I realize that the current hot issue is environmental, but in my life, the Great depression seems to be just looming over the homestead once again.