Things in this pic. Milk bottles. Remember those? Did your family have milk delivered in bottles? We did when I was a small child. Both at home on Superior Street and out at the moomincabin. I don’t much remember when the milkman delivered on Superior Street but I do remember the milkman coming down the cabin road. My dog Tigger hated that milkman and pandemonium would ensue whenever he came. Eventually The Commander discontinued milk delivery in our house in town when she began a new career as a teacher and the milk either spoiled or froze depending on the weather.

A very shabby old front door. I think we eventually changed that thing up into something a weeeee bit nicer.

That shelf unit? I thought that it was my grandma’s shelf. My Fin grandma, that is. It is in my house as I write this. I now think that either my mother bought it somewhere or it came from her family’s house in Garden City. I don’t really remember it being in the front entry. I do remember the shabby door. I didn’t care. We were safe and warm in that shabby old house.

What the heck was my brother smoking? It was a ‘gar, of course. My dad was not a big smoker but he did frequently light up a cigar, in keeping with his Veteran Greenhorn traditions. My brother emulated his dad’s esteemed cigar smoking habit by “smoking” Crayola crayons. I think he has a crayon in his mouth in this pic. I’m not sure which crayon this is. I’m wondering if it is the Blue Crayon. That’s the crayon that he stuck into my cottage cheese the time I had Scarlet Fever. That put me off cottage cheese forever and it’s a good thing that I did not throw up the time the well meaning harpy of a camp director made me eat a spoonful of it but that would be a whole ‘nother story. Let’s just say I did *not* like being called her “cottage cheese girl”.

My brother’s fave ‘gar was yellow. It was one of those fat Crayolas. It hung out of his mouth as he toddled around the Old Cabin the summer he was two or three or whatever. It rolled around on the floor collecting whatever and, when he lost it (as he sometimes did), the Old Cabin denizens would help find it, giggling the whole time.

The Commander looks a wee bit taaarrred in this photooo. She may well have been but I’m also thinking this might have been a “resting” face.

P.S. I don’t have a *clue* about what I’m wearing! 🐗

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