Mrs. Rogerson was a neighbor who lived across the street from us on Pine Ridge Road.
A whimsical look at a lifetime of personal ephemera collected with no particular aim in mind except it was either too interesting, too funny, too sentimental or too pretty to part with! Welcome and enjoy!
Curser
Monday, April 24, 2017
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Double Take ~~ March 2017
A recent visit to Keysville had us passing by the old train depot which is currently undergoing restoration. Something on the sand pile caught my eye as we went by and I did a double take ... it was a toy truck!
More on the depot ~~~~~> Click here!
Grandma's Child's Prayer Book ~~ May 1925
This little prayer book was presented to Grandma and inscribed by Sister Mary Alban on May 24, 1925.
Friday, April 21, 2017
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Monday, April 17, 2017
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Friday, April 14, 2017
Dad's New Car ~~ 1954 Chevrolet Bel Air Coupe ~~ October 1954
Dad bought a new car in 1954 from the Davenport-Lewis car dealership in Portsmouth, VA. The salesman was Clyde Belcher (Ride with Clyde) and Dad paid $3,,279.80.
I found a photo online of a 1954 Chevrolet Bel Air Coupe. Dad's car is described as green and beige. I wish I had a picture of his!
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Monday, April 10, 2017
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Friday, April 7, 2017
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Monday, April 3, 2017
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Grandma Humor ~~ Early 1990s
Grandma saw this humorous letter somewhere and copied it to enclose in one of her letters to me sometime back in the early 1990s.
Dear Son:
Just a few lines to let you know I am still alive. I am writing this slowly because I know you can't read very fast. You won't know the house when you come home because we've moved.
About your father, he has got a lovely new job. He has 500 men under him. He cuts grass at the cemetery. Your sister Mary had a baby this morning. I haven't found out if it is a boy or a girl, so I don't know if you are an aunt or an uncle.
I went to the doctor on Thursday and your father came with me. The doctor put a small tube in my mouth & told me not to talk for 10 minutes. Your father offered to buy it from him.
Your uncle Patrick drowned last week in a vat of Irish whiskey at the Dublin brewery. Some of his workmates tried to save him but he fought them off bravely. They cremated him & it took 3 days to put the fire out.
It only rained twice this week, first for 3 days & then for 4 days. We had a letter from the undertaker. He said if the last payment on your grandmother's plot isn't paid in 7 days, up she comes!
Your loving mother
P.S. I was going to send you 5 lbs but I have already sealed the envelope!
Saturday, April 1, 2017
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