I’M JUST CURIOUS: Readers share Christmas memories

by Debbie Walker

Thank you for responding with some of your Christmas memories and allowing me to share them with our other readers. I hope you all enjoy them as much as I have. Here they are:

From Casey M.: A teen years memory is the year my brother almost squashed my mom. Every year we tried to be the first to get up. On this year my brother thought he was first up but my mom was already on the couch and almost landed on her.

Also: An adult memory is the year my parents flew to Virginia to spend Christmas with me when I was stationed on a ship there. They flew in Christmas evening and brought a snowstorm with them. The next day everything shut down because of the storm. Us Mainers were the only one out and about enjoying the snowing Christmas.

Marylou says: When I was in high school (1957) – my sister had a record player – like a small overnight case and I loved it! So I asked for one for Christmas – knowing full well my parents could not afford it. But I asked anyway. Without my knowledge, my parents “bought” my sister’s player – wrapped it up and put it under the tree. When I opened it I was shocked! And I cried! My mother could not believe it meant that much to me. It was a very Merry Christmas!

Edgar C. shares: On the little table in front of the window was what my father called his Christmas decoration and he wanted me to tell him why. There stood a small branch, or twig, in a block of wood with no leaves on it and an emptied bullet hanging from one of the twigs. From past events of this type I knew that I could not talk to him until I had figured out his “Christmas Decoration.”

Hmmmm! No leaves. A bullet? A casing? A round? A shell? A cartridge. On a branch with no leaves. Pacing and brain wracking followed. My father looking around the door frame from the kitchen every few minutes. Think about Christmas songs. Christmas trees, the weather? Song after song…. Wait! Cartridge sounds like ….. it’s on the tip of my brain! Yes!! Cartridge sounds like partridge. But the branch does not come from a pear tree. There are none around here. It’s just a bare …. Oh-h-h-h! A cartridge in a bare tree! A smile from my father! The guy with the eighth grade education stumps the college kid, again. I, for my part, did not help my siblings as they arrived and had their turn in the living room!

I’m just curious if you know how important it is to share your memories with family and friends, and to make new ones. Wishing you the Merriest Christmas and a Happy, Healthy New Year! Find me at dwdaffy@yahoo.com! Thanks again for reading!

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Christmas memories

by Debbie Walker

I had it all figured out, what I would do for my column this week. In fact, it is about half typed and waiting its turn, but it won’t be this week.

I don’t even remember what was said that sent me back in time for a blast of the past, but I’m happy it did.

Great Grammie Smith lived across the road from us in a little bitty trailer, 30 feet of snug. I loved it, that tiny home.

I absolutely adored Gram. I sat by her poor arthritic feet with her running her crippled fingers through my hair. She had the softest touch. I know how lucky I was to have her in my life, in fact, until I was 18 and I know how unusual that is.

All of that to tell you about my 12th Christmas. I had found a teal colored (unusual color for back then) pants suit in the Sears catalog. I was in love and immediately started my campaign for it. I tormented Mom and she finally told me it wasn’t happening that year. Well, look out Gram, here I come.

And I did torment Grammie. I knew Mom didn’t order that suit, but there was a chance Gram might. Every day, I went over to Gram’s. I’d go wake her up and then I’d start searching her little trailer until she came out of the bedroom. I would be sitting in her rocking chair that she always sat in. I had hunted every nook and corner and NOTHING!

Christmas came and Dad went over to bring Grammie back to see us kids open our presents. We did; we opened our gifts and of course I was getting worried that my begging had not worked. Well, Dad pulled out a package from under the tree and it was a gift from Grammie to me. I opened it and oh my goodness, my SUIT! As soon as I realized what it was, Grammie laughed right out loud. She had put one over on me and she was still chuckling when she told me she knew I searched that trailer. She was so proud as she told me I had sat on my wonderful suit for weeks, it was under Grams cushion.

She was never to let me forget my ordeal. She always chuckled when she thought of it.

I’m just curious if any of this reminded you of any of your family’s experiences. I would love to hear the stories. Contact me at dwdaffy@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading and please check out the changes to our website.

Going on a Christmas Tree Walk

On a weekend day after Thanksgiving our family always went on the Christmas Tree Walk. Naturally, Dad had done hours of walking throughout the year and he knew where he was walking his Christmas tree hunters this year.

We got bundles up in snowsuits, boots, hats and mittens. Of course, by the time we were ready to go out the door one of us (three of us that year) would need to make a potty visit; it never failed.

Finally, bundled and out the door, off we’d go marching across the yard and trudging through the field headed towards the woods. You have to understand the “trudging” gets tiring pretty quickly to the littlest of us. (Sled for youngest the next year!)

To put the ‘walk’ into perspective, I believe it is safe to say it may have been about the inside length of the Waterville Wal-Mart.

You guessed it, about the time we made it a few feet inside the tree line the younger ones were done in. Dad chopped the tree down, dragging it with his one hand and the other arm was used to carry Blake, Mom carried Lyn and I carried the ax, carefully, of course.

Once in the house, winter clothing discarded, we waited for our treat of hot (real) cocoa that Dad would make and we added the marshmallows.

Another successful Christmas Tree Walk was complete.

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Birth of a new tradition

by Debbie Walker

Collected by Debbie Walker

I filed this on my computer years ago because I loved the thought behind it. I don’t know who the author was but I knew I would want to share it.

Birth of a New Tradition

As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods – merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor. This year will be different. This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Yes, there is!

It’s time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper? Everyone – yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber?

Gym membership? It’s appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement.

Who wouldn’t appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, American owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.

Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plunking down the Benjamins on a Chinese made flat-screen? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.

There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants – all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn’t the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint. Remember, folks this isn’t about big National chains – this is about supporting your home town Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.

How many people couldn’t use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the American working guy?

Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom? Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.

My computer could use a tune-up, and I KNOW I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running.

OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts: people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes.

Plan your holiday outings at local, owner-operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip. And, how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theatre.

Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.

Honestly, people, do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of light, about 50 cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip.

You see, Christmas is no longer about draining American pockets so that China can build another glittering city. Christmas is now about caring about US, encouraging American small businesses to keep plugging away to follow their dreams. And, when we care about other Americans, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn’t imagine. THIS is the new American Christmas tradition. This is a revolution of caring about each other, and isn’t that what Christmas is about?

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Just another thought

by Debbie Walker

I got quite a chuckle the other night when I asked the great computer wizard to show me some of the funny holidays I have heard about in the past. Every month seems to have much more than we see on our calendars!

Example: So many people are in a big hurry to celebrate Black Friday on November 23, but do they know that it is also “Buy Nothing Day?” November 24 is “Celebrate Your Unique Talent Day.” I do wish we could have that one every day, oh wait, maybe we can! Onto December Holidays…

If you’re not into the Christmas holiday, I can now assist you with something other than Christmas just in case you want to try something different. I found these on the internet, however I did not authenticate them. I am just hoping to pass on the interest.

You could start out on December 1 with “Eat a Red Apple Day.” On December 2, You could celebrate “National Fritters Day.” A fritter is a fried cake with fruits or meats inside.

Moving onto December 4, we have “Wear Brown Shoes Day.” The origin was not known, but you are welcome to pick this one if it piques your interest. Next day you could jump into “Bathtub Party Day” and bubble yourself into relaxation! Then, of course, on December 6, is “Put on Your Owns Shoes Day” (wonder why they didn’t share the same day as “Brown Shoes Day”).

I hope we will all recognize and honor “Pearl Harbor Day” on December 7, in remembrance of the day Japan attacked the Pacific Flee, in Hawaii, on December 7, 1941.

December 12 is “National Ding-a-Ling Day.” No one seems sure of the origination of this but I imagine we could think of something. I guess the celebration can move on into December 13, with “National Cocoa Day.”

How about “Cat Herder’s Day” on December 15? It is suspected a Cat Herder is anyone with 10 or more cats. They also suggested teachers and volunteers with a large group of kids on a field trip would definitely qualify as a Cat Herder. I didn’t start it so you can’t shoot the messenger!

December 21 is “Winter Solstice,” the shortest and darkest day of the year. But it is also “Look on the Bright Side Day” the next day, December 22. Things begin brightening things up again, thus the name.

December 25, yes indeed, is Christmas day, but you already know all that.

December 26 brings us “National Whiner’s Day.” It was founded in 1986 and is for those who like to whine. Seems it had to do with folks who were returning or exchanging Christmas gifts.

“Pepper Pot Day,” on December 29, is to celebrate the soup served to the Continental Army during the Revolutionary War of 1777-78. There is a story that George Washington asked if the chef would make it too warm and boost the morale of his troops.

“Unlucky Day” is on December 31. Might be a useful day. It may be a good idea to deal with any bad luck on that one day before the new year starts.

I’m just curious what the other months will have in store for us to celebrate in the coming year. I hope you are enjoying your turkey day and letting everyone know that you are thankful to have them in your life. Contact me at dwdaffy@yahoo.com with questions or comments. I’ll be waiting.

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Sharing the fairies of Apple Tree Notch

by Debbie Walker

I have had some requests for an example of my fairy family of stories. This one I had some help with, my niece Haliegh, stepped up to the imagination challenge. She has an amazing mind. I hope you enjoy the little trip into your imagination with Haliegh and me.

Oscar the Eagle

by Debbie Walker & Haliegh

Apple Tree Notch is an ever growing, friendly community. As news travels about it being such a nice place to live, animal families are moving in.

One of the latest to move in is the animal family of Hooty Owls with their two owlets, Oscar and Charlene. No one has met them yet because they are night folks. They travel and hunt after dark. When the rest of Apple Tree Notch is just getting up in the morning, the Hooty Owls are settling in for their sleep. Everyone except …. Oscar.

Twig, Daisy and Fern, the fairy children have just been allowed outside after their breakfast. This morning Mom and Dad wanted them to do some tidying up of their area of Apple Tree Notch. There had been a storm that left things scattered about a bit.

As they were picking up they began to feel like they were being watched. They each decided to look around to see why they felt watched.

They found a little bird in a corner under the big boulder. They were excited to meet a new friend. The little bird was unsure of what he was seeing.

The little bird saw a twig, a flower and a fern but they were moving and talking to each other. Daisy spoke up first to introduce themselves as fairies and explain that Momma dressed them to fit into their area, looking like nature. This way they could blend into their surroundings for their safety.

As Daisy is explaining all this, Oscar’s big eyes are blinking, blinking as he looks from one to the other of the fairy children. The sun he is not used to is also causing some blinking. He finally speaks. He says, “my name is Oscar and I am an Eagle.”

An eagle, they know he is a bird because of his feathers and the only other bird they knew was the Momma blue bird that lived in Twig and Chippy’s cabin till her babies were ready to fly. So…an eagle is a great addition to their little community.

They continued to talk and get to know each other. The fairy children were having fun learning about Oscar’s family although they were a little confused. It seems Oscar was supposed to be sleeping like his family, but he so wanted to see and be a part of what this sunshine living was about. His family did all their activities at night and slept through the day.

This morning he stayed awake so he could see all this for himself but he had to admit that it was getting rather hard to stay awake. As his eyes closed he became the Eagle he knew he was in his sleep.

Fern, Daisy and Twig kept an eye on Oscar to make sure the sleeping Eagle wasn’t bothered.

I’M JUST CURIOUS: T-shirt sayings and confessions

by Debbie Walker

I was not going to do anymore of the T-shirt sayings, honestly I didn’t think there could be anymore out there. Wrong! A couple of them are my all-time favorites. Hope you find a favorite, so far that seems to have be this one: “Training your wife is like trying to baptize your cat!” Let’s see if any of these make you smile.

Physically I’m here; mentally I’m in a galaxy far away.
It’s a beautiful day. I think I’ll skip my meds and stir things up a bit.
I can’t play stupid with you. You’re too good at it.
Mister Rodgers did not adequately prepare me for the people in my neighborhood.
I had my patience tested, I’m negative.
Whew that was close, almost had to socialize.
Crazy is like diarrhea, you can only hold it in for so long.
Keep talking. I’m diagnosing you.
Once in a while someone amazing comes along. Here I am.
Daddio of the Patio
A little gray hair is a small price to pay for all this wisdom!
75 percent of my brain capacity is wasted on song lyrics.
My Bucket List: 1. Keep Breathing
Pretty sure I’m going to be one of those senior citizens who bites everyone.
PUNK: Professional Uncle No Kids
Fun Fact: Alcohol increases the size of the send button by 86 percent.
Life is too short to waste time matching socks.
Okay, so maybe there are more than a couple of new ones I really appreciated:
Hello, Yes. I’d like a refund on my body… It’s kinda defective and really expensive.
Tomorrow – A mythical land where I get all my stuff done. (Just way too true).
Okay now for my two top favorites!
I’m more confused than a chameleon in a bag of Skittles
*** Go Braless …. It will pull the wrinkles out of your face!***

The response to my column last week, about collections, certainly hit home with a lot of people. Ken, my significant other, also found out he was not alone in questioning the ‘hoarding’ possibility. I did make a reference to my having a lot of interests. So next you will probably find out more than you will need to continue to support Ken.

I have wigs!! Some I really enjoy and wear often. There are many others that I save just for wearing to school in some of the stories I ‘act out’ for the kids or for a holiday like green for St Patrick’s Day, red or pink for Valentine’s Day, etc. Some of those my mom actually bought!

I have junk jewelry, when I buy some new piece of clothing I can usually come home and pull out earrings to match. I have been collecting those for at least 50 years! (Man I am getting OLD). In the past few years I have added watches, rings, and the list goes on. I also buy it cheap to take apart and make something else for gifts. I have been known to buy earrings to paint different colors; I use nail polish for colors!

Books, as I mentioned last week, play a big part in my clutter. Books about fairies, Native American nations, kids’ books, my collection of Farmer’s Almanacs, clothes, and the list goes on, really. I am sure you are getting a clear picture and I am running out of this week’s words.

I’m just curious how much you will confess to collecting. Contact me at dwdaffy@yahoo.com with questions, comments and confessions!

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Thoughts for the year

by Debbie Walker

Once again I got involved with reading a few of my Farmers’ Almanacs. I have ordered some of the older issues because I enjoy them all and the words carry such wisdom. I am going to list these to hopefully give us thoughts on this past year and our future years.

One can complain because rosebushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.

Smiling is the sensation of feeling good all over and showing it in one spot.

People with weak arguments have to develop strong voices (I think of politics).

Why do shipments go by car and cargos go by ship? (I love these things!)

You can never make the same mistake twice because the second time you make it, it’s not a mistake, it’s a choice.

You don’t have to attend every argument you’re invited to.

The trouble with being a good sport is you have to lose in order to prove it.

An auction is a place where if you aren’t careful, you’ll get something for nodding.

The quickest way to kindle a fire is to rub two opposing opinions together. (yes, I am again thinking politics!)

Compassion has no limit. Kindness has no enemy.

Don’t press your luck, you might pop it!

When you find a stumbling block, use it as a stepping stone.

There is no need to be perfect to inspire others. Let people get inspired by how you deal with your imperfections.

A relaxed mind is a creative mind. (not sure I agree with that one.)

The best way to forget your own problem is to help someone else with his or hers. (we often find ours wasn’t quite as bad as we thought.)

Age is the price of wisdom.

Undertake no more than you can perform (words from 1887, I hope this one sticks with me.)

It is bad manners to be more polite to your neighbor’s wife than to your own (or the rest of your family) words from 1904.

When drink enters, wisdom departs (1886).

Honesty is the best policy. The reason we don’t hear more about it is probably because it has expired. (Teach the policy anyway, that makes you unique.)

Be careful of your thoughts: they may break into words at any time. (1966)

Don’t be too anxious to give your children what you didn’t have, as you might neglect to give them what you did have.

When you point the fingers at others, you are pointing three at yourself! (Politics!)

If you’d like to have some company, just leave your house messy. (unwritten law!)

In diagnosing the illness of society, many are willing to write the prescription, but few are willing to take the medicine.

The past is precious; the future is fantasy; the present is priceless.

The new year lies before you like a spotless track of snow; be careful how you tread on it, for every mark will show.

Live your life as an exclamation(!) not an explanation.

These PHILOSOFACTS are from Farmers’ Almanac from 2017, 2018, 2013 and 2001. Please enjoy their website, FarmersAlmanac.com. I’m just curious if you enjoy the Farmers’ Almanac as much as I do. Please let me know at dwdaffy@yahoo.com. Don’t forget we are online, too. (P.S.: I did make the comments at the end of some.) There is a great New Year headed our way!

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Collecting, or hoarding

by Debbie Walker

It seems an interest is what begins a collection. Collections move onto the best of intentions. It’s a process of getting things from different places and bringing them together. That may be when the term hobby comes into play. You may find the time spent on a hobby outside your occupation brings relaxation to you.

When we moved back to Maine I began with an interest in fairies. There is an apple tree and a boulder out front that I was drawn to. The tree has a portion of the root system above ground. I kept thinking about what a neat place for fairies to live and I could picture my fairies playing around the boulder. It has been a process but that little interest turned into a collection of fairy items and into a hobby of writing my own fairy stories and, yes, I find writing and setting up a fairy village each summer very relaxing.

(My created fairies and their critter friends are outside and inside (taking over) the house. This place became known as Apple Tree Notch, home of the Bailey family of fairies.)

This example in no way represents the amount of collections in this house. There are decorative bird houses, costume jewelry (I take it apart and make other things), books both for the kids at school and ones for resource information of my many interests, etc. Right about now it is okay to start feeling bad for Ken, my significant other. Poor man, it’s not always easy to live with a person of many interests. One day I may try to make a list of all of them. Mr. Neat Freak has done well to adapt.

There are as many reasons, unlimited and changeable, for collecting things as there are collectors.

A woman I knew in Florida collected dolls. No, not the pretty collectible dolls one would normally picture. She would go to thrift stores and find a naked, nasty haired, neglected doll. She would take it home, clean it, repair it when necessary, dress it and fix the hair. Then she would be onto the next one. Other than giving to a few children that had a need, she would keep (collect) them. Her brother explained they were a large migrant working family (with an abusive, alcoholic father). Their father wouldn’t allow toys; there was no room to carry such around the country as they traveled from state to state for each crop season. She is fulfilling her childhood dream of pretty dolls.

I suppose I have to include something about hoarding. I told you of my having many interests and Ken thinks I have entered into hoarding. Hoarding is to collect and hide large amounts (something valuable). I am not hoarding, I’m not hiding a thing! However I am definitely collecting!

People gather all kinds of things for their collections or hobbies. It all starts with their interests. So rather you are a knitter (yarn), seamstress (material), hobbyist for trains and tracks or whatever your interest, I hope your collection brings you relaxation.

I’m just curious what your collections are. I will be waiting at dwdaffy@yahoo.com to hear about your collections and how they started. Thanks for reading.

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Old time remedies

by Debbie Walker

Wow! Guess what! I was reading a Reader’s Digest article by Jen McCaffery and Tina Dovito titled Old Time Doctor Remedies That Work. I love it! It seems the old time docs and grandmothers may have been on the ball after all! In at least the past five years, researchers have done studies on the realities of the old time remedies actually working.

I have to tell you if you decide to try any of these, DON’T do it without first talking to your doctor or pharmacist They can warn you of possible interactions with any of your medications.

I will admit to having a lot of faith in the intuitions of many of our older generations. Read the information and see how you “feel” about what you read.

You can imagine as reading this information such as:

We don’t need expensive skin creams to lighten age spots. You can apply BUTTERMILK to a cotton ball to your age spot for 20 minutes and then rinse off. Bet that upset the beauty product companies!

Blisters are painful. Clean the blister put PETROLEUM JELLY on the sore and keep covered with bandages. The jelly reduces irritating friction.

To ease the pain of canker sores rinse your mouth with Milk of Magnesia or apply it to sores three or four times a day.

Diarrhea: Make Blackberry Tea by boiling one to 2 tablespoons of blackberries in 1-1/2 cups of water for 10 minutes then strain. Drink several cups a day.

Gout: Those who eat about 20 Cheerios every day are less likely to experience flare-ups.

Hiccups: A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down…. Oh wait, wrong one! Right one: It resets your diaphragm to stop spasms.

Indigestion: Fennel are tiny seeds. Chewing a pinch of fennel will help prevent after meal belching.

Insomnia: Valerian helps folks fall asleep. Take one to two teaspoons of Valerian tincture or two Valerian root capsules 30 minutes before bed.

Kidney stones: Lemon juice, at least 4 oz. per day could help prevent those stones.

Nausea: Chew some candied ginger root or sip some ginger ale or tea.

Tooth and gum pain: We always had cloves (clove oil) handy and knew it would help with mouth pain. Mix a few drops with olive oil, swish in your mouth. Spit.

Wounds: Apply honey directly to a wound every 12 to 24 hours and cover with gauze.

Zits: Try tea tree oil, 5 percent tea tree oil gel. I have also read honey is effective as well.

I’m just curious what your family’s old time remedies are. Oh, one more T-shirt saying: This is for Barbara D. Barb is a wordologist (my own word). This is it: “English is weird. It can be understood through tough, thorough, thought though.” Contact me at dwdaffy@yahoo.com. Don’t forget to share your remedies with me!!!

God bless all the people devastated by the weather attacks and those who are there to assist in their needs. Prayers are needed.

I’M JUST CURIOUS: What do you think?

by Debbie Walker

Do you remember years ago when the scare about eggs came out? We weren’t supposed to eat more than one egg a week. It wasn’t just ‘don’t fry them,’ it was only one a week. NOW according to the American Heart Association we can have one a day!

For years we had paper bags and then …. We moved into plastic bags to save trees (and there has been the collateral damage of the woodsmen and paper mills). Other than some bags made of fabric most of the ones I see seem to have some form of plastic woven in. The plastic bags and products are killing off water creatures, big and small. I am not making light of pollution in any way, just our ‘over use’ society. (Did you ever notice in the grocery stores how just one or two items sometimes have their own bags?)

Plastic, how wonderful. That’s right? We got rid of glass bowls for plastic (somehow an oil byproduct) to use in the microwave (Health? Microwave?). Oops, now the plastic is not good for us so we are encouraged to go back to glass. I imagine the plastic jars and bottles will go back to glass one day or onto the next health problem product.

Marijuana is a product thought once to stunt our brain cells and it was, until recently, illegal here. Now you can buy it and medical byproducts at even the little country corner market. It was thought for a long time when the government figured out how to tax it properly that it would be available to all. I guess they figured it out.

For generations, families were their own biggest resource. Processing their own food and the preparation of such was all important for survival. After more years went by the farms and the gardens disappeared as more of our foods and products became out-sourced. We lost so many farms and local businesses. In recent years we have seen an increase of folks wanting to do things the old ways with new local people learning the old ways sprinkled with new technology. It seems people are willingly going back to the basics in all walks of life.

I guess over time a lot of things have and will continue to change back to the way they were. I do hope that toilet paper is not one of those things. I hope I don’t live long enough to see that one go backwards. I forgot, it can’t. We don’t have the old Sears’s catalogs to leave in our bathrooms anymore!

So what do you think?

I do have new T-shirts to add to the collection of sayings: “Children are Spoiled because No One will spank Grandma!” (Love that one!) AND “Mirror, Mirror on the wall I Am my MOTHER after all.”

I’m just curious if you find odd things humorous like I do? How about if you share some of yours. Contact me at dwdaffy@yahoo.com. I’ll be waiting! Thank you for reading.