Yard Work and Gramoms

                                        HELLO NICE PEOPLE

            What a beautiful day here at the Jersey Shore.  I have been cleaning most of the day.  Well, cleaning  when I wasn't watching the pope on television.  He sure had a busy day.  By 7 PM I was beginning to get nervous for him.  He has been on the go since early this morning and still at it at 7:00.  I do a little bit of work and then sit down to watch.  

                                                                Seems the trend now is to downsize all your "stuff."  Everyone is saying to throw away.   Well, thats what I started out to do.  I ended with 2 bags of trash and 2 bags of saved clothes.  Now the next step is to go thru the 2 bags of saved clothes and see what I can trash.  Sometimes it is just hard to part with things.  But I am beginning to agree that life would be so much easier with less.

       Hubby still has a bad back, so Mel,  the  daughter came over to help with the yard work.  You can always count on Melody.  She cut the front and back yards.  Then she put down lime and fertilizer.  Its so hard to believe that she will be 40 in a few weeks.  And it seems like yesterday that I was doing it for my Mother.  When this picture of my mother was taken, I was about 40.  This is my brother and sister with her.   I am not in this picture because she didn't like me very much.  No ,really, thats the truth. But dear old Ma,  she was always in a house dress and rolled up stockings. she wore her hair in, what she called a rattail.   

    Today,  I don't think you can even buy a house dress.   My mother was still using a wringer washer in the 1980's.   And she loved her babushka.  Or as we called it, a scarf.                                    

                                                                          

Today Grandmoms are in sneakers and jeans.  We have I pods and computers. And some of us still are working.

 

 

But my Grandmother, now she was the cutest little thing.  She was straight from Poland and couldn't speak a word of English.

                                                              

 But I do have a picture of  her.  She always wore a bonnet on her head.  My mother used to make them for her.  I guess it was a Polish thing.  And I remember she always had a hanky in her hand.  Here is my Grandmother, right from Poland

                                                                        

Now is she cute or what?