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The Memory Tree 2012

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6W80fQ9zN5uns2LaBv46946E7Xke9NGudo6F5smnDFj3G_k8GFr5x7Hch3pMhTOIa9LRJ2b_9b8Blwl8vbpF8LZwM_uP5WWxIpxFi-WCTpaMHG9jlL1gSeZOx2r9WFRVtO8MfdeXtC38/s1600/121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6W80fQ9zN5uns2LaBv46946E7Xke9NGudo6F5smnDFj3G_k8GFr5x7Hch3pMhTOIa9LRJ2b_9b8Blwl8vbpF8LZwM_uP5WWxIpxFi-WCTpaMHG9jlL1gSeZOx2r9WFRVtO8MfdeXtC38/s640/121.JPG" width="568" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I'm calling this Year's Christmas Tree at Home The Memory Tree of 2012 because each Antique, Hand-Made & Retro Ornament upon it has History with our Family, a Lifetime of Precious Memories and a Story that is distinctly ours and was Fun to Share with the G-Kid Force.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvX2vTSwPyB0qUbjIknOydh8w4oo0VSqiI0mz11jTqJtAHrUYIoZSVLitpPm_Mi90vyrtyYKnRcsWXrMA9R1DsZTgYFdU8V2lH3DOvCnh1JOSPLnwb_bwxIUJxNT6axza4o7M56LiBLgw/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvX2vTSwPyB0qUbjIknOydh8w4oo0VSqiI0mz11jTqJtAHrUYIoZSVLitpPm_Mi90vyrtyYKnRcsWXrMA9R1DsZTgYFdU8V2lH3DOvCnh1JOSPLnwb_bwxIUJxNT6axza4o7M56LiBLgw/s640/009.JPG" width="592" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>The G-Kid Force had been chomping at the bit to Decorate because we've had the bare lit Tree set up for over a week now.  We have been spending all week sorting through the vast Collection of Christmas Ornaments & Decor to divide between what would be Sold, thrown away, Donated or Kept?  And then the decisions about which from the Kept Ornaments would then go on this Year's Tree?  It has been a tedious, Time consuming & Labor intensive Process, but I feel really good about having embarked upon it, because it was necessary.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzd1fnajg7STDxmaylURIJoYcvwb6Kxt8j-ZB0fRuoPICOiE1N-gjLAew7jGtlOFtwrOvHspWu-OX1SV6tog_mTaFrx09HfFZHE3Y6rnbFGm978YoSO9pV-NPZXT1E25PUnaUv6VNFHY/s1600/126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzd1fnajg7STDxmaylURIJoYcvwb6Kxt8j-ZB0fRuoPICOiE1N-gjLAew7jGtlOFtwrOvHspWu-OX1SV6tog_mTaFrx09HfFZHE3Y6rnbFGm978YoSO9pV-NPZXT1E25PUnaUv6VNFHY/s640/126.JPG" width="606" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Remember when Bread Dough Ornaments were all the Rage?  *LOL*  Yeah, we had plenty of those & thankfully over the years a few Special ones have indeed Survived.  The biggest problem with Bread Dough Ornaments are that they are made from Food... and so the Bread Dough Loving Weevils can sometimes invade and destroy them over Time no matter how well stored, protected & wrapped they have been.   A protective coating of Shellac sometimes helps & will give a nice Sepia Patina to the Dough.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65hyphenhyphenCTFHDMBR-7y5c9P7hnyKdqQj_vjHcN8TEzcd9QTbisdXJJRrWjTAdbCYy2V0UQZWIRtgKDFXH264O5_HmuZUpLmAziIyKo4mMOaBtMQHJmSE7M7ETzQ0Zdu-iWfAYSCuRlsSfzGU/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65hyphenhyphenCTFHDMBR-7y5c9P7hnyKdqQj_vjHcN8TEzcd9QTbisdXJJRrWjTAdbCYy2V0UQZWIRtgKDFXH264O5_HmuZUpLmAziIyKo4mMOaBtMQHJmSE7M7ETzQ0Zdu-iWfAYSCuRlsSfzGU/s640/012.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And many of our Fragile Ornaments have also Survived the many moves our Families have had from Country to Country, State to State and even the many moves around Arizona.  Some are from my Childhood and some European ones even belonging to my Nanna and my Great-Grandmother from North Wales!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7XR_wbUpP4P6bmJrtPRd4kv-zOcKHnZcCfvzjhJaIHxsjrzpw93VTKI5wRlaCDqBu1lcJjq7s-OPWCCWScjusIoaSV-HuHVC8Hc3GgA3YPKjkYMzrGSUjLWXWln-jnzhyphenhyphenks_oC76ytE/s1600/123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7XR_wbUpP4P6bmJrtPRd4kv-zOcKHnZcCfvzjhJaIHxsjrzpw93VTKI5wRlaCDqBu1lcJjq7s-OPWCCWScjusIoaSV-HuHVC8Hc3GgA3YPKjkYMzrGSUjLWXWln-jnzhyphenhyphenks_oC76ytE/s640/123.JPG" width="558" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I Enjoy seeing how Ornaments have Evolved over the Years and what Ornamentation was Popular in different Eras and Countries.  Several have seen Christmases through the past Century and various Countries!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcW3F1BL7beuFAyH1elePbTS_XykK1eycWCquD0UfalE3h_cqTxA_gYEfE1D6b2dccTy2TE72ypDCdIVMW9R2GKHkedVlzRQVAut-8sDkpMsdG9VSvP7LfxFMqLbET_V8b5w4Pi2tnjI/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcW3F1BL7beuFAyH1elePbTS_XykK1eycWCquD0UfalE3h_cqTxA_gYEfE1D6b2dccTy2TE72ypDCdIVMW9R2GKHkedVlzRQVAut-8sDkpMsdG9VSvP7LfxFMqLbET_V8b5w4Pi2tnjI/s640/014.JPG" width="628" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>This particular Ornament holds a Special Place in my Heart and Memories... it is one of a Pair of European Hand-Blown Delicate Santa Ornaments that is almost Transparent the Glass is so Thin and Fragile... and the Santa Duo are about 100 Years old now.  Every Year my Brother and I would eagerly wait to each hang one of the Santas on the Tree, it was our Favorite of the Ornaments and so it became a Special Tradition .  I Inherited both Santas {my Bro' is not the Nostalgic or Sentimental one, LOL}... and I'm so Glad they have both Survived to this day to Grace our Tree again for 2012!  Funny how the Simple Joys are often the most Memorable & Cherished!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGt58y1yZvLm97Iy4l4e7IbqN8p6saPcsAw24sDqJvfRN3PB3OXr-fTtR_RHhUUG5LXdsxANSbh4rgV6xdNwWGbVPa52Xmzeiq3rbOPzRY9XFwePFltwoIfhOoCeF85RfmYkfXGAAJdUA/s1600/122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGt58y1yZvLm97Iy4l4e7IbqN8p6saPcsAw24sDqJvfRN3PB3OXr-fTtR_RHhUUG5LXdsxANSbh4rgV6xdNwWGbVPa52Xmzeiq3rbOPzRY9XFwePFltwoIfhOoCeF85RfmYkfXGAAJdUA/s640/122.JPG" width="606" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Often I can Recall exactly When, Where and How each Ornament came into the Collection... where I got it, if it was a Gift or who Created it.  Odd really since there are so many and I'm at that Season of Life that I often can't Recall what I had for the last Meal... or if I even ate?!?  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyuLxd3sMUviHdI_bv9PZFCUPqmInoA0ZTAkVUreuQj8a6SgRNq66F6ykfqe4XoPAAVQLh1ACVYUJZsqA3kiStCtNEjwp9Ip6FnpXLjSvEWkVIqkt7Kg6T3bfsC-xNsdr9Tsit1js6M4/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyuLxd3sMUviHdI_bv9PZFCUPqmInoA0ZTAkVUreuQj8a6SgRNq66F6ykfqe4XoPAAVQLh1ACVYUJZsqA3kiStCtNEjwp9Ip6FnpXLjSvEWkVIqkt7Kg6T3bfsC-xNsdr9Tsit1js6M4/s640/010.JPG" width="550" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>It is Rare nowadays for me to pick up any more Ornaments for the Collection... I already have so many and how many Christmases do I actually have left to make it worthwhile to Invest in?!  *LOL*  So Culling the Collection has been the Primary Focus now for a few Years actually... Gifting some... Donating some... Selling some... tossing those that got damaged... Keeping only what I absolutely Love and/or want to pass along to Family that might want to be the Keepers Of The Past when I'm gone.  But this Year the Edit & Purge Goal was to go through them ALL & be Ruthless!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1HuemjlAg_tVOJLNlDcdFDUeAlfWMbfuws757aJf0WTHiC8vhappb7Kpspt1g_DQzprxJqR1-DOIzREKEMpHJUgAfrntlPedz9xKlv0jUQQSP9d1NGuMAG_XmPzvcf4b1H4PYy8G9uc/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1HuemjlAg_tVOJLNlDcdFDUeAlfWMbfuws757aJf0WTHiC8vhappb7Kpspt1g_DQzprxJqR1-DOIzREKEMpHJUgAfrntlPedz9xKlv0jUQQSP9d1NGuMAG_XmPzvcf4b1H4PYy8G9uc/s640/007.JPG" width="584" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>There are so many Ornaments that I made or our Children made over the Years and the G-Kid Force Loved hearing about who made which Ornaments... especially the ones their Mommy made.  Alas Time isn't always Kind to Felt Ornaments either and they are another that Heat, Moths & Bugs tend to Ravage... so we don't have nearly as many as we used to and several had to be thrown out this Year too.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lV_vnV6cwDVs-VPH0pnV8D6SYzCg0UsdSq9jQtod-pYLGckk7qD9TauLBK4-uEfcrOOV82Y5iWLfI08s9vraEBcIhkxnZA531URTZlv9bFh1ANuKEWXeJXNG73Fwx3KyFgzqI71dCHk/s1600/134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7lV_vnV6cwDVs-VPH0pnV8D6SYzCg0UsdSq9jQtod-pYLGckk7qD9TauLBK4-uEfcrOOV82Y5iWLfI08s9vraEBcIhkxnZA531URTZlv9bFh1ANuKEWXeJXNG73Fwx3KyFgzqI71dCHk/s640/134.JPG" width="586" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>A Shame since most of the Felt ones are those that were Lovingly Created by all of us in the Family or by Dear Friends and a lot of Time and Work went into them... so throwing the damaged ones away is bittersweet... I know we cannot keep them and yet its sad to have to discard them... they're like Old Friends.  But some have tenaciously Survived and I try to Protect them as best I can... those Felt eating Weevils & Moths are Masterful at getting into ANY type of Container or Protective Wrapping and even Mothballs haven't always kept them away, the hungry Felt Luvin' </em><em>Lil Buggers! *Le Sigh*  Felt must be like Moth & Weevil Crack I'm figurin'?!?  *LOL* </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_SVknRU4yqej_8NxlEPRHA9Vo7F-TNfRCMDAXuPPFcgtU0RUcQvBsL2-x-tqORHXdzz_GzLaizOP0yi0qxXHBFibdNFVQ7rmkPhsTjZUh-8wCFr8q8mjQWSlewsMFqFBy3hOgKiw-3E/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_SVknRU4yqej_8NxlEPRHA9Vo7F-TNfRCMDAXuPPFcgtU0RUcQvBsL2-x-tqORHXdzz_GzLaizOP0yi0qxXHBFibdNFVQ7rmkPhsTjZUh-8wCFr8q8mjQWSlewsMFqFBy3hOgKiw-3E/s640/016.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>The Antique European Blown Glass Fish Ornaments weren't always understood by our American Friends over the Years. In my Mom's Country it was not only in Remembrance of the Food Miracles of Jesus... but also a Custom to put Food Inspired Ornamentation and even Real Food upon the Tree to Ensure that there would not be Famine or Lack in the Household during the next Year.  And we have always continued that Time Honored Tradition and Ritual for the same Reasons.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsdBTM0hCyNsxL4gAYpyKXvdAGXeUZe6Hk2_K42pPxjpKA3ngRbapa1hBlNBO6vCVG7RGYVu4HQmBYmwXiQbj9G2Zi0eB8kF5XV8qUAMU4bcdkxr9481-NwphWj48iPRVDVFZ5Qgh2W4/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsdBTM0hCyNsxL4gAYpyKXvdAGXeUZe6Hk2_K42pPxjpKA3ngRbapa1hBlNBO6vCVG7RGYVu4HQmBYmwXiQbj9G2Zi0eB8kF5XV8qUAMU4bcdkxr9481-NwphWj48iPRVDVFZ5Qgh2W4/s640/005.JPG" width="568" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I can almost see the Layers of our Artistic Interests and Hobbies in which Ornaments were Created during various points in Time!   *Smiles*  There was the Cross Stitch Era... where we were very </em><em>Gung-Ho about Creating Cross-Stitch Ornaments.  And you've seen the previous Eras of Felt Ornament and Cookie Dough Creations.   And the Children always made Ornaments at Day Care or School to Gift us with, very Creative, Artistic and Crafty Bunch they've all been & continue to be!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUhmzUU8l-XaXoQ9HW0kHcEWVTpvWpucjlkaPY9qOppNRbcQK6FGo27lQEpEnmzE5Rwz2kv2n2eq8bA9QIAI0eQ-W9JyINjNiUFDe6-Dm2kFv42SU7yPX__GwQgq3iQHLXx_O4LGn69E/s1600/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUhmzUU8l-XaXoQ9HW0kHcEWVTpvWpucjlkaPY9qOppNRbcQK6FGo27lQEpEnmzE5Rwz2kv2n2eq8bA9QIAI0eQ-W9JyINjNiUFDe6-Dm2kFv42SU7yPX__GwQgq3iQHLXx_O4LGn69E/s640/135.JPG" width="622" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And the ONLY Ornaments that not a single one Survived of would be the Macaroni Ornaments!  If you think infestations in your Cookie Dough and Felt Ornaments can be a problemo... well, Macaroni Crafts top the List of things NOT to make Ornaments or Crafts with that you plan to keep or try to Cherish!!!  I swear there must be dormant Macaroni eating Critters IN the Product {yeah I know, scary thought really} because they NEVER survive without being chomped on!  And so I usually just throw them out after they've Graced the Tree the Year they were made by the Children so that I don't have the Horror of discovering them being a Critter Buffet & Smorgasborg the next Season!  {Ewwwwwww!!!}</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPPL915LNJ0-O2k0EH0mc6W3M-eIU7LYaoiQD9wsFtaBEtEAzI-DG8SrOwg97nS8WPon7HVo2TUwXzXdKGOlvc265XTj3OUgjT5Bp6XkcOBt9iHtz9Nq3OFDUf9MHXR3SfUfYWMFc3Js/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPPL915LNJ0-O2k0EH0mc6W3M-eIU7LYaoiQD9wsFtaBEtEAzI-DG8SrOwg97nS8WPon7HVo2TUwXzXdKGOlvc265XTj3OUgjT5Bp6XkcOBt9iHtz9Nq3OFDUf9MHXR3SfUfYWMFc3Js/s640/020.JPG" width="522" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And after we got the Tree Decorated we Nestled the Beloved 1950's Baby Jesus under it in His Straw, Tea Stained Lace, Vintage Velvet & Antique Silver Manger... I know, not Traditional Manger Material, but we Hooked the Baby Jesus up in Style at our House.  *Smiles*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LzAt_VTHv_Q8HabFZO5NzOIQ1CxD8lLTntkqu64RpKIdi3jpcpkxVijqyKd5oaMXPAl8fEd7WUuyOgTySHq6zkFnKR2ETbUBywz4WwQI7I-W0WuOvVG-0WuD3NqlYk-TxfXfMN2VxPY/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="566" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LzAt_VTHv_Q8HabFZO5NzOIQ1CxD8lLTntkqu64RpKIdi3jpcpkxVijqyKd5oaMXPAl8fEd7WUuyOgTySHq6zkFnKR2ETbUBywz4WwQI7I-W0WuOvVG-0WuD3NqlYk-TxfXfMN2VxPY/s640/021.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>This Vintage Baby Jesus has quite the back end Story too... I purchased him Online many years ago from a Seller in Canada... on the way to the U.S. he somehow had another package that must have held Fresh Maple Syrup break and leak through to & into His Package!  So... when He arrived the Delightful Aroma of Fresh Maple Syrup was SO STRONG and He was absolutely covered in the Gooey mess!!!  I was horrified, thinking that it might damage the very Old Rubber He is made of and yet I didn't want to file a Claim and let Him go since I'd been looking for one for Years!  Thankfully He cleaned up like a charm and for the first few Years we had Him there was still the lingering Scent of Maple Syrup to remind us of his Maple Syrup Bath in transit!  *LOL*  And I always wondered about the poor Souls that expected their Fresh Maple Syrup for Christmas, only to find it broken and all leaked out!?</em></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>   </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufZBPahyAomMuvgN5gdQgLA75Z2RyVpgC0WPK5Nhewqd_CPyUFZS8w07oN1VKOGQWw3GE1NwbtnCZ3w6-6WU8B9LqWFOebf-NXLL4uOUVZmllN04ZS3C2PxzRQWd2wKjgz7B7yJN9iRI/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufZBPahyAomMuvgN5gdQgLA75Z2RyVpgC0WPK5Nhewqd_CPyUFZS8w07oN1VKOGQWw3GE1NwbtnCZ3w6-6WU8B9LqWFOebf-NXLL4uOUVZmllN04ZS3C2PxzRQWd2wKjgz7B7yJN9iRI/s640/011.JPG" width="550" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And the Final Decoration is always the Tree Topper... and this Year we chose a Hand-Made Angel that was a Gift to us many Years ago from a Talented Friend who Created the Best Christmas Decorations and Crafts... always Gifting them to those who were Special in her Life... Thank You Dearest Peggy, your Hand-Made Gifts were always so Appreciated & Cherished, as were the many Christmases we spent Together.  </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUW6z-nA1IYzMH5LVH2ZXmYYkQOo9KjyXAI4sxZkqurOG5m-HYSoVvYtkA12og8m2COGz6UE5awQACxIbSj-tU2CGTVzBp4oiG9OhrKLMZTPRgwp1uZ8pPHW4sXoDov7jD4iwgP1LyDs0/s1600/127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUW6z-nA1IYzMH5LVH2ZXmYYkQOo9KjyXAI4sxZkqurOG5m-HYSoVvYtkA12og8m2COGz6UE5awQACxIbSj-tU2CGTVzBp4oiG9OhrKLMZTPRgwp1uZ8pPHW4sXoDov7jD4iwgP1LyDs0/s640/127.JPG" width="498" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>So... this is the Memory Tree of 2012... and except for a Light Malfunction at the very top that we couldn't fix on this pre-lit Tree, it is absolutely Perfect.  This is our 2nd Year of having a White Tree and we're really Enjoying it and will alternate it with the Traditional Green Tree in Storage and the occassional Real Trees.  NOTE: Absolutely ADORE Living Christmas Trees & their Delightful Aroma, but even cutting them ourselves from a Local Tree Farm, our Hot Winters in the Arizona Desert are brutal on Pine Trees of all kinds.  They quickly become dried out and a potential Fire Hazard, so a Living Tree can't be put up for long and we like to Enjoy our Trees as long as possible. Plus we live in a VERY OLD House... and Live Christmas Trees in the Desert tend to be quite EXPENSIVE since most are shipped in from afar & not Locally grown... so we usually opt for a Faux Tree.  </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmFI90Rtp-eGnoPKyQtPJ9soyo1lVdYVOvu8LVs7-cQCiPssjxYnD6E31QzYPET56_lOacFn8jjcENCVeWimJDlI5wMpsueADumOjhlmhL5EPf9xowt5a9MD0dTdlSyftDdFXjAPagQI/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmFI90Rtp-eGnoPKyQtPJ9soyo1lVdYVOvu8LVs7-cQCiPssjxYnD6E31QzYPET56_lOacFn8jjcENCVeWimJDlI5wMpsueADumOjhlmhL5EPf9xowt5a9MD0dTdlSyftDdFXjAPagQI/s640/022.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And speaking of EXPENSIVE... well, with being Blessed with <u>so many</u> G-Kids... and especially since the two we're Raising get almost all of their Gifts from The Man and I... Christmas don't come Cheap my Friends!  So I've been Selling and Saving like Crazy to try to Fund Christmas 2012 for the extensive G-Kid Force!   The ones out of State and out of the Country we can just be Regular</em></div><div align="center"><em> G-Parents to when it comes to Birthdays and Holiday Giftings because they're living with their Parent(s).   But obviously its different for these two... so they break out their Wish Lists for 'Santa' and hand it over to Gramma Dawn to 'Deliver'.  *In more ways than one... Winks*  And wouldn't you know, this Year's Special 'Dream Gift' Request from each wasn't Modest... hey, Kids are Kids, they don't really understand Fixed Income or Retirement and the Special Challenges of still Raising Young-Uns at this Season of Life, which can be difficult, I'm not lying... so Gramma and Grandpa do our best to fulfill at least some of the Fantasy if possible.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>   </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmHJKLyWojLEwRMB_3N9GtYvkAC0e0MmgDnJPkJTI29xoxuY9gusJdJOeX6ljKvDgYUU8TsKJyz5FKteu1tk47S_xm9PpNBejo29PUMQAg5lVpLbsrGVPAeU4xTJpoZnwDDcWuy6jhSc/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmHJKLyWojLEwRMB_3N9GtYvkAC0e0MmgDnJPkJTI29xoxuY9gusJdJOeX6ljKvDgYUU8TsKJyz5FKteu1tk47S_xm9PpNBejo29PUMQAg5lVpLbsrGVPAeU4xTJpoZnwDDcWuy6jhSc/s640/018.JPG" width="536" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I felt badly that there had been a recent rash of Bicycle Thefts in our area this week and they both had their Bikes Stolen on Friday right out of the Yard and in broad daylight!!!   Unfortunately during the Christmas Season Crime tends to increase rather than decrease... obviously Evidence that not all have God in their Hearts or are living Godly Lives or spreading Goodwill towards their fellow man.   The G-Kid Force were naturally upset, as were we, but they took it in stride... which made me want to fulfill that one Special Request for each of them all the more if I had Good Sales this Paycheck at the Mall?!?  I had set my Target Goal of how much I Hoped to Sell and I'm Delighted to report that I only missed that Goal by about two dollars!!!  *Whoo Hoo!*  Sales have increased since I got my Showroom & Loft Spaces so I'm relieved, it's really helping out to supplement a fixed disability & retirement income... important when you're tasked with still raising a Family in your Golden Years.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vzGInNKZZKXjGGzQxGqcdLArxb79mZndnzS80aZmgsS2W_6JdzVcXvO1f1aWtUdkTPR3ytsk2mAqJan8oDm6lP4VafeMo14ldlgmUmEX-0HkwFg6gE00ufmih8GR2NLl6FS2yPCpdQ4/s1600/133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vzGInNKZZKXjGGzQxGqcdLArxb79mZndnzS80aZmgsS2W_6JdzVcXvO1f1aWtUdkTPR3ytsk2mAqJan8oDm6lP4VafeMo14ldlgmUmEX-0HkwFg6gE00ufmih8GR2NLl6FS2yPCpdQ4/s640/133.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And I was able to get out early enough to locate that Special Somethin'-Somethin' for each... not much will be under the Tree this year, but what is there I Hoped to make really Special Quality rather than Quantity, this is going to be our more Simple Christmas, concentrating on the Reason for the Season and getting back to the basics... which I actually see as a Good Thing, we're Blessed...</em></div><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">John 3:16</span></h3><div class="txt-sm" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">King James Version (KJV) </span></div></em><br /><div class="txt-sm" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="text John-3-16" id="en-KJV-26137"><sup class="versenum">16 </sup>For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.   </span></span></div><div class="txt-sm" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="text John-3-16"></span></span> </div><div class="txt-sm" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="text John-3-16"><em><strong><span style="color: black;"><u>T</u></span></strong></em></span></span><span style="color: black;"><em><strong><u>hat</u> is The Lord's Gift to us!!!</strong></em></span></div><div class="txt-sm"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1oSFM7sAlP8UUQx84stsEIOFXzkifXJbHifHQqfRi1Kmo5E7HoBtln10eWAWDMKOCZk6fg_2UssucjrxjtnYZYwsE8np4U_z9q7pugUKln_44uTuvFw3BbfWA6lP09WJQIvV6i49ebCM/s1600/132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1oSFM7sAlP8UUQx84stsEIOFXzkifXJbHifHQqfRi1Kmo5E7HoBtln10eWAWDMKOCZk6fg_2UssucjrxjtnYZYwsE8np4U_z9q7pugUKln_44uTuvFw3BbfWA6lP09WJQIvV6i49ebCM/s640/132.JPG" width="594" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And I just know how Delighted the G-Kid Force will be come Christmas Morn!!!  And that makes any Personal Sacrifices we've made all worthwhile to us too... because you can't really put a Price on Love or Joy or Giving of yourself... because it Multiplies Joy to the Giver...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfI0ve6NuuvJ_A2QtXGVC2a3blBbnM1DW77MApQkZs7CfYvQWQbjfi9ke3FUm2R3ICzdAAIqVxHg578NNfk9b-rcOOak_S0_lIk2VGUX0Emb4SndZrkw-gOOOxVnhzKz6-9azlz2e0FPo/s1600/11-20-12+vif+parties+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfI0ve6NuuvJ_A2QtXGVC2a3blBbnM1DW77MApQkZs7CfYvQWQbjfi9ke3FUm2R3ICzdAAIqVxHg578NNfk9b-rcOOak_S0_lIk2VGUX0Emb4SndZrkw-gOOOxVnhzKz6-9azlz2e0FPo/s640/11-20-12+vif+parties+002.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><br /><em>Source: <a href="http://www.commonground-do.com/2012/11/vintage-inspiration-116-inspired-for.html"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">COMMON GROUND</span></strong></a> Blog</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>If you would like to Experience even more of a Vintage Christmas and Vintage Holiday Inspiration abounding, please join us for my Blog Friend Debra's Blog Party over at <a href="http://www.commonground-do.com/2012/11/vintage-inspiration-116-inspired-for.html"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">COMMON GROUND</span></strong></a>.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>May your Joy also be Multiplied my Friends... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div></div>

The Memory Tree 2012

I'm calling this Year's Christmas Tree at Home The Memory Tree of 2012 because each Antique, Hand-Made & Retro Ornament upon...

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Happy 80th Birthday Mom!!!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqybUrZeBZlSK3cIBEhiae8rVcZz01SFF49wwgdWAPI_5c08oKxj6MU7Alo4AQDsJeAQA4gHheDDtjP2DdM7bfKXFB4p7ubExKnAFP4ILyWlFjlMKyNuHMEgY3wiIPNgixL9UotiNG2m0/s1600/MOM393666_10150379529956996_559096995_8762707_1444197394_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqybUrZeBZlSK3cIBEhiae8rVcZz01SFF49wwgdWAPI_5c08oKxj6MU7Alo4AQDsJeAQA4gHheDDtjP2DdM7bfKXFB4p7ubExKnAFP4ILyWlFjlMKyNuHMEgY3wiIPNgixL9UotiNG2m0/s640/MOM393666_10150379529956996_559096995_8762707_1444197394_n.jpg" width="558" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Today is a very Special day... it is my Mom's 80th Birthday!!!  Happy Birthday Mom, in the words of Billy Crystal who always made us Laugh: You still look Absolutely Mahvelous Dahrlink!!!  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuus9IAEbqbKcTS0GzD7L373-pEzHUf6L2pMBvRQdPfFc4AlttL0DqOWMx_spj5nLjSNm6J_m99Ipxxo13QPQXwy0UQ-L7d7854zDij5FVyPDoGYeui_E9SMEfSbAQJ58OVxkwennkyI/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuus9IAEbqbKcTS0GzD7L373-pEzHUf6L2pMBvRQdPfFc4AlttL0DqOWMx_spj5nLjSNm6J_m99Ipxxo13QPQXwy0UQ-L7d7854zDij5FVyPDoGYeui_E9SMEfSbAQJ58OVxkwennkyI/s640/008.JPG" width="546" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Alas, this will be the 1st Birthday we have been apart and not able to Celebrate it together since we now live in different States.  But I have many, many fond Memories of all of the other Birthday Celebrations we Shared.  And I can't look at a Fresh Orchid, piece of  Jasper Blue Wedgwood, Exotic Tapestries or flashy Bohemian Bling without thinking about her... since these were among some of her Favorite Things.</em></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLn4oCK7zESsFbqnh0OiWaWv6IWblhvteatD06Cy2CDflpPVUiD59HqWRwqIyaCy_aVpy0ajM7vKZk-99hh7gESGqys5SC51uXfMgpIB0ER0h26fnDG8Iu4duOAtIIKv4QjNTogqNZFms/s1600/1598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLn4oCK7zESsFbqnh0OiWaWv6IWblhvteatD06Cy2CDflpPVUiD59HqWRwqIyaCy_aVpy0ajM7vKZk-99hh7gESGqys5SC51uXfMgpIB0ER0h26fnDG8Iu4duOAtIIKv4QjNTogqNZFms/s640/1598.JPG" width="610" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>She showed us how to have a Good & Proper Mad Tea Party!!!  Hanging out with Mom was like falling down the Rabbit Hole and being with a Real Life Alice In Wonderland!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYJmm8IAVSurKRBOosQT4yyKYyKahyphenhyphen2IjL_Qyva93V5koXBeRMusAlRswTcUWqqLZK7M3hSJTwICAS3RF2mtyGDTxAd6KC9xGL6nhi32O4fTjjFC5c8ZQhF6V8F1vUdtGzssz3kTBb8Y/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioYJmm8IAVSurKRBOosQT4yyKYyKahyphenhyphen2IjL_Qyva93V5koXBeRMusAlRswTcUWqqLZK7M3hSJTwICAS3RF2mtyGDTxAd6KC9xGL6nhi32O4fTjjFC5c8ZQhF6V8F1vUdtGzssz3kTBb8Y/s640/033.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>My Childhood Memories are filled with Traveling the World with her and my Dad... and Images of her just like this.  I always wanted Amazing Blue-Black Curly Hair like hers, the Color of a Raven's Wing... but my Brother got that. *Smiles* </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6J9KEBEc431pAiSTt4LT8eHDMhGL8U0Yx8GjGbxMGoE31-Uxpd3ZA-NtxT3yQF2eN17NL8UO6S82zlD8YkM-us_yVOYDBgtj3QWtDFokKXGVRg60N5xv3KK55CjkhclzNZnRPT8iNGY/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6J9KEBEc431pAiSTt4LT8eHDMhGL8U0Yx8GjGbxMGoE31-Uxpd3ZA-NtxT3yQF2eN17NL8UO6S82zlD8YkM-us_yVOYDBgtj3QWtDFokKXGVRg60N5xv3KK55CjkhclzNZnRPT8iNGY/s640/030.JPG" width="516" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>But even much later in Life, when she decided to go Blonde... she pulled it off in Stunning Style like a Boheme' Marilyn Monroe!!!  If I could look like this as a Blonde, well you better Believe, I'd be breaking out the Clairol and going Platinum too!   *Winks*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoE-cy4ueZzCPYTb1P8KKerZ65K1TGBqx3izIS_qB-59erT6VTEYbarYErh33Ztw1TYx44r-gm4DqNYqePPwPVmAIofmwW3QXM5BJuM_foiMMAycyYtAWjgIAjgAGCQcXtnGtIkVblrJk/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoE-cy4ueZzCPYTb1P8KKerZ65K1TGBqx3izIS_qB-59erT6VTEYbarYErh33Ztw1TYx44r-gm4DqNYqePPwPVmAIofmwW3QXM5BJuM_foiMMAycyYtAWjgIAjgAGCQcXtnGtIkVblrJk/s640/009.JPG" width="554" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> Mom has always led by Example what Class, Style, Strength, Faith, Tenacity, Fortitude and Zest for Life Truly is.  And a Free Spirit Mom has always been, supremely Confident to totally be True to herself and fiercely Proud of one's Heritage.  Even when others showed prejudice, mocked and weren't accepting, she Proudly held her head high & if it bothered or hurt her she never once showed it!   She has been an Inspiration all of my Life... and she was so thrilled when I put her Image on my Art's Label... I couldn't have Imagined any other Bohemian Beauty 'Representing' better!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwXjI7WBgV0ChNsGAUG7cIc9SO4usAsBhqKQUNI1JU9WJ3LNYpNWe8K_kpmgaT3Rr4Gl9vp6oNEmyQvl2Pi6kPqdnDF8um6c7i_5XgiEE3Hy7JzYgDednndC-tzmeSX6bk0X3ZgbYleU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwXjI7WBgV0ChNsGAUG7cIc9SO4usAsBhqKQUNI1JU9WJ3LNYpNWe8K_kpmgaT3Rr4Gl9vp6oNEmyQvl2Pi6kPqdnDF8um6c7i_5XgiEE3Hy7JzYgDednndC-tzmeSX6bk0X3ZgbYleU/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>During the Era of Leave It To Beaver & June Cleaver Moms on the block who looked so ordinary to me, my Mom dared to be different, to be Extraordinarily herself.  The Exotic Foreign-born Bohemian Spirit with lots of Bling, Outrageous Earring Collections, Bold Bright Colorful Style & Fashion that timid Gals couldn't pull off with the same Natural Confidence that Mom always displayed.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yjrEZnXSjLknZ86aAAz14WRhafMkqEmLC-eJIbUX4143zC7ItHNle22Mlum9cCdvx5CZx5vP-fhfpSVMWMMk7ESVM1iKfYkOMTC5o1np-EQE4lat6ZRCXhAUz87LzmGTNlD9LBrbuW8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yjrEZnXSjLknZ86aAAz14WRhafMkqEmLC-eJIbUX4143zC7ItHNle22Mlum9cCdvx5CZx5vP-fhfpSVMWMMk7ESVM1iKfYkOMTC5o1np-EQE4lat6ZRCXhAUz87LzmGTNlD9LBrbuW8/s640/003.JPG" width="636" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> How Amazing she <u>always</u> looked, whether in a Sassy Silk Kimona Style Wrap or dressed to the Nines... and even when battling serious Health Issues most of her Life.  This is a Woman who would Dress Fashionably, do her Hair and put on all her Jewelry before she'd even make a trip to the Emergency Room no matter how sick she was... she wasn't about to look like death warmed over, Heaven Forbid!  When she rolled in she was going to Bedazzle and Charm everyone... and she did!!!  *LOL*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iA8dF7VfVamjO0aNsRdVJqGfIlOezJMKC9BTWuHHiFjWcfuriogIVkwyRKljpjV8ukxR2G4J8fjpnJ8M3UwAhiVEQKIxmo_pzQmHWEKmnlFgYDIj7V8EV1kGHGdHI3GomazMK6wAlu0/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iA8dF7VfVamjO0aNsRdVJqGfIlOezJMKC9BTWuHHiFjWcfuriogIVkwyRKljpjV8ukxR2G4J8fjpnJ8M3UwAhiVEQKIxmo_pzQmHWEKmnlFgYDIj7V8EV1kGHGdHI3GomazMK6wAlu0/s640/002.JPG" width="594" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And boy does she know how to throw a Party!!!  Because she is the Life of any Party and certainly knew how to have a Good Time... the Gift of Hospitality is what Mom excells in most!  And yeah, that's me and my 'lil Bro' at a Birthday Bash she threw for me when we lived in Cape Cod near the Beach.  {Insert me having a Rush of Nostalgia about all the Family's Beach Memories together and could my Mom ever Rock a Bikini & get enviably Beautifully dark Bronze-Tanned Swarthy in a heartbeat!  Smiles} </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLg2bDoeTd4V494Nh1mpQ0Ex-uESScVKUUk843yM-CBDqSCEZqWOnGRl6IkvrIEyCCybJbkFBdigtb-jatMf2ZH3q6kyRaTAtRuJFehifpqwsMprkD73zmGq1XJxzWU1YZG6HjrwaKETg/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="592" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLg2bDoeTd4V494Nh1mpQ0Ex-uESScVKUUk843yM-CBDqSCEZqWOnGRl6IkvrIEyCCybJbkFBdigtb-jatMf2ZH3q6kyRaTAtRuJFehifpqwsMprkD73zmGq1XJxzWU1YZG6HjrwaKETg/s640/004.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Yes, my Parents made a Handsome Couple and I am Blessed to have such a Wonderful Mom and Dad... and have them for so long in Life.  Dad had always been extremely Healthy with nary a sick day most of his Life so I fully expected him to live to a ripe Old Age... which he did before finally passing from Time into Eternity.  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYgCiubq0MfYM1eehCrVt56nfd2RzpQzi5Rg_QEiMQR6iwtNmbE84dLSWDClrJSGhmhCabHxPrpcuNBopbQwyZJ7mFg3SWW1cHzN5ODTQk3p3gY1JCkORYxw-6RWEYzlN_vgjFZ2r8J8/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYgCiubq0MfYM1eehCrVt56nfd2RzpQzi5Rg_QEiMQR6iwtNmbE84dLSWDClrJSGhmhCabHxPrpcuNBopbQwyZJ7mFg3SWW1cHzN5ODTQk3p3gY1JCkORYxw-6RWEYzlN_vgjFZ2r8J8/s640/007.JPG" width="566" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>But Mom has battled poor Health since Birth and Soldiered on in spite of many grim prognosis and serious, chronic illness ... Enduring... refusing to give in, give up or give out... Prevailing with the Fiercest Spirit and physical toughness you will ever see.  She always kept an Immaculate and Stylish Home without any help & fiercely Independant, regardless of declining Health.  Never following Trends, she was much more Inclined to be a Trend Setter & provide Inspiration to others who followed her Lead... or better yet, do what nobody else was doing or wearing so that she'd always be Unique and Distinctive!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZ0PFPe5ghXG_DTaqgGHqzkqzE0hcznpoVCns5SR0VWaM42Tc76COxjdJ6oQoKLRyV8KGkV4zg50LoN2R9FJRwdsye9LtykfSs4CYaIvYhqqCTQnni0iu489lF0gsYToF92F7L4vOFnM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlZ0PFPe5ghXG_DTaqgGHqzkqzE0hcznpoVCns5SR0VWaM42Tc76COxjdJ6oQoKLRyV8KGkV4zg50LoN2R9FJRwdsye9LtykfSs4CYaIvYhqqCTQnni0iu489lF0gsYToF92F7L4vOFnM/s640/008.JPG" width="636" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And Today is her <u>80th</u> Birthday!  WOW, what a Testimony!!!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgGteCFrSqkeI0gcZ9gNr45n3UvyupZRrv6RpzWYVLqssIQIxRGBcAOHe8MTAwVZMTtR8qbcv7ctXYv-o4M8ef5FXJmvbShDVh-b8WYgQjvAZhEr4H7pYxgr4QwqKlRR94Iq0dBh6Z44/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="592" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgGteCFrSqkeI0gcZ9gNr45n3UvyupZRrv6RpzWYVLqssIQIxRGBcAOHe8MTAwVZMTtR8qbcv7ctXYv-o4M8ef5FXJmvbShDVh-b8WYgQjvAZhEr4H7pYxgr4QwqKlRR94Iq0dBh6Z44/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Happy 80th Birthday Mom {AKA: Nanna}... we Love and Miss You so very much... I know you'll make your Special Day Memorable to everyone around you!!!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEino8CTzzVSm58NQQHl45IafiDiK93Ap5rMDXRT2Lx3gtHjfACyR7MIL-2qcm1Mc-w4LJ4qJmo-n3T6bh7kmSvsiV_xZZCaCMEXkBExhArLiNuETJ0t9XALR6CABEka4wT9c-fQ26mCdVs/s1600/1620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEino8CTzzVSm58NQQHl45IafiDiK93Ap5rMDXRT2Lx3gtHjfACyR7MIL-2qcm1Mc-w4LJ4qJmo-n3T6bh7kmSvsiV_xZZCaCMEXkBExhArLiNuETJ0t9XALR6CABEka4wT9c-fQ26mCdVs/s640/1620.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I know you made <u>every</u> day around you Special & Memorable to us!!!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZioIfx6ZisNBmWOlp5F_pxAXYMPQkzVHhzhjOk83seM7mE6KyzdW64SzAHMpfcA4ilNF8XrUumXuZl108ebUAvOWyN1UYOrbT1etLKIeGGwHRY0xTdYHaVEBWmEPCnTh2sAFHQY_0C7I/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="580" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZioIfx6ZisNBmWOlp5F_pxAXYMPQkzVHhzhjOk83seM7mE6KyzdW64SzAHMpfcA4ilNF8XrUumXuZl108ebUAvOWyN1UYOrbT1etLKIeGGwHRY0xTdYHaVEBWmEPCnTh2sAFHQY_0C7I/s640/076.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>With Much Love Always... 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Happy 80th Birthday Mom!!!

Today is a very Special day... it is my Mom's 80th Birthday!!! Happy Birthday Mom, in the words of Billy Crystal who always made us Lau...

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What Images Might Remind You Of Me? Or Me Of You?

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="253" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a closure_uid_c1n1cu="750" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWbwVydwdK7TEgBi62FSRD3nsUYncZfQidZpGA8ovev2PSnKgnXMGacZucN7l28H_vK_b7N4aOk4T4GZwNUUSWkjqnbljV0h04RaG2SS9Oti9BmGAQX1HC0nyxW22yc3cxmjmrIsnBXk/s1600/480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWbwVydwdK7TEgBi62FSRD3nsUYncZfQidZpGA8ovev2PSnKgnXMGacZucN7l28H_vK_b7N4aOk4T4GZwNUUSWkjqnbljV0h04RaG2SS9Oti9BmGAQX1HC0nyxW22yc3cxmjmrIsnBXk/s640/480.JPG" width="496" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="253" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="253" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="793">Certain Images remind me of certain People... have you ever considered what Images might remind others of <u>You</u> my Friends?</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFA4UWagOh2qAUM70zjvxCm7mOGN0rOUs4HPK_MBfBdylsCeoeCvQUAMTbNu0GHKnbd8-WXNqZpS2hRQkxoNXjS5Chh_MDL72uqAZC671Yn-cWJAV3K3j2R9yg6Wkok9kNgjdx95XBc9A/s1600/479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFA4UWagOh2qAUM70zjvxCm7mOGN0rOUs4HPK_MBfBdylsCeoeCvQUAMTbNu0GHKnbd8-WXNqZpS2hRQkxoNXjS5Chh_MDL72uqAZC671Yn-cWJAV3K3j2R9yg6Wkok9kNgjdx95XBc9A/s640/479.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="768" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="767">Things, Places, Sights, Smells or Sounds can evoke strong Memories of those who have been a part of our Lives... good or bad... right, wrong or indifferent... it's a strange phenomenon really.</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="768" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="304" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a closure_uid_c1n1cu="327" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuB9qRzxqiQswzShw7vXOhkoQk6wv63sHYdi7kfI26QyzT6uN2-jLpiPbliNJ6k9lBhfjeIrfanoqirzUylE0ypMPj5x7JNg-hmX0aLOiYl-zWuUw84dAMggdecAag6HQkmfg_s0Ks0tM/s1600/573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuB9qRzxqiQswzShw7vXOhkoQk6wv63sHYdi7kfI26QyzT6uN2-jLpiPbliNJ6k9lBhfjeIrfanoqirzUylE0ypMPj5x7JNg-hmX0aLOiYl-zWuUw84dAMggdecAag6HQkmfg_s0Ks0tM/s640/573.JPG" width="548" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="304" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="304" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="771">I know that for me there are certainly those triggers of the senses that remind me of someone... and so I began to contemplate... </em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="304" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjUiIi1wJBXh-Zh7xUCqPmT48NnDzoRNNBopoM_Yfe-jSfT6_f7KxOOeu0Gl7SYA4YELTuaT8xKypwpYu3LRXgac18A4JIhyphenhyphenepGAlHJ9mhV7U7KSPZDsIqjG9Frl6KAhvvG58p0UeYbR8/s1600/481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="552" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjUiIi1wJBXh-Zh7xUCqPmT48NnDzoRNNBopoM_Yfe-jSfT6_f7KxOOeu0Gl7SYA4YELTuaT8xKypwpYu3LRXgac18A4JIhyphenhyphenepGAlHJ9mhV7U7KSPZDsIqjG9Frl6KAhvvG58p0UeYbR8/s640/481.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="304" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="771">What Images might remind others of Me?  </em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="304" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3uVn3AZ_vonolE9LZ2sMiZ4LRayvhiUeRQtC-iH7ADjA5HZbJij4wM7Lnbnt-rjAZ-fbs89ccoLO1IBIqhFIXRBy849zto1NEHMs6L2uJtWCy_eeoq8_s7eFF4uIQUJyYZgPbf3Ra4ZE/s1600/339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3uVn3AZ_vonolE9LZ2sMiZ4LRayvhiUeRQtC-iH7ADjA5HZbJij4wM7Lnbnt-rjAZ-fbs89ccoLO1IBIqhFIXRBy849zto1NEHMs6L2uJtWCy_eeoq8_s7eFF4uIQUJyYZgPbf3Ra4ZE/s640/339.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="304" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="771">Yes, I know this could be a deep subject, but let us go there shall we?  What outward images are a reflection of us to others?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="304" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJb6T4eAYY-RPqMa4IuIsOahIgjmKcYWKgQmI9YLNY5lnCYM88YkqxtcuiA5j1rGyfRMdo4HhzM-B1iA1PGa4TcDe8wmrKRoe7jyz5EN3SJQCxIno-MizCZ9IcXJqeff0eou0FXI6u0U/s1600/481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJb6T4eAYY-RPqMa4IuIsOahIgjmKcYWKgQmI9YLNY5lnCYM88YkqxtcuiA5j1rGyfRMdo4HhzM-B1iA1PGa4TcDe8wmrKRoe7jyz5EN3SJQCxIno-MizCZ9IcXJqeff0eou0FXI6u0U/s640/481.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="772" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="772" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="792">Because we never really know what sensory triggers might bring US to mind in the thoughts and Memories of others!?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="772" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="394" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a closure_uid_c1n1cu="795" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WH4EVm-jbjyvSHoc9_8zv96lRNccDD9BsCMFevIHGjlFIHlJJAJNgcZe50UB-JJiJUzw6CF7hi0LyeM6XFEZH7pdbgzjQE2sKAX7D9D5OxHScYCg9oBGve84icx4vzCWhzXVt9VDv5k/s1600/202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WH4EVm-jbjyvSHoc9_8zv96lRNccDD9BsCMFevIHGjlFIHlJJAJNgcZe50UB-JJiJUzw6CF7hi0LyeM6XFEZH7pdbgzjQE2sKAX7D9D5OxHScYCg9oBGve84icx4vzCWhzXVt9VDv5k/s640/202.JPG" width="480" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="394" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="394" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="837">So I had some random musings of what Images might remind anyone... of Me?  </em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="394" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqchV5tUxg3sWim_b7_HbphzSakt-6f8Cl1Fy_9FXGUKKPqweb9lmDHu9L-i-dXQQz1dyA5CQYOodwevxBbOulRCOBz33NS5_xXUxUKMRMpYNlZNg5GQAJN77MbhEawLuLydNnuVq0Sg0/s1600/203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqchV5tUxg3sWim_b7_HbphzSakt-6f8Cl1Fy_9FXGUKKPqweb9lmDHu9L-i-dXQQz1dyA5CQYOodwevxBbOulRCOBz33NS5_xXUxUKMRMpYNlZNg5GQAJN77MbhEawLuLydNnuVq0Sg0/s640/203.JPG" width="528" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="394" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="837">Would it be certain Styles or Accessories?</em></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ozAFKlY5QdXPYxTvnujSqHazhHYheQSv70RGU1DPEOFunqUDEJiQfOFy-Xq3E80pkM_C6wPf1pplH9ZYDW81Iwtv7_SG8LnGagESV6JX5b5TA6zbbYwDL0pt8UgxlSg7UTazED0Xycw/s1600/518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ozAFKlY5QdXPYxTvnujSqHazhHYheQSv70RGU1DPEOFunqUDEJiQfOFy-Xq3E80pkM_C6wPf1pplH9ZYDW81Iwtv7_SG8LnGagESV6JX5b5TA6zbbYwDL0pt8UgxlSg7UTazED0Xycw/s640/518.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="838" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="838" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Or seeing an abandoned Caravan waiting to be discovered?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="838" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-oIxcc_dzEFotJ6Msm5NvmNA6XktUIDnmVW0b8Odn-cNVkeL10RSa0vsHbMsMRg9pjb8oHKB3upXDjKyujQnv7zF04DOB4mrjiapI5HIqaG2xSsegwvF2HaafjGzvduP-_0190T3TsU/s1600/626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-oIxcc_dzEFotJ6Msm5NvmNA6XktUIDnmVW0b8Odn-cNVkeL10RSa0vsHbMsMRg9pjb8oHKB3upXDjKyujQnv7zF04DOB4mrjiapI5HIqaG2xSsegwvF2HaafjGzvduP-_0190T3TsU/s640/626.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Will it be the images of warm Terra Cotta, anything built of Rock or Adobe or Field Stones?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="840" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1H-LP6Q6dF11oRFQp6778orb2F1khfHirnf1h6JacBzvimCb-PSqG3k_PrpVJoY9AktRJnps0xWvuDDYBWgoLEj-a73wh-bSnyVpYjuvqiq7m5dP488FmCl9AOnGgfPjCXoflUlbyi_E/s1600/351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1H-LP6Q6dF11oRFQp6778orb2F1khfHirnf1h6JacBzvimCb-PSqG3k_PrpVJoY9AktRJnps0xWvuDDYBWgoLEj-a73wh-bSnyVpYjuvqiq7m5dP488FmCl9AOnGgfPjCXoflUlbyi_E/s640/351.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="840" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="840" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="842">Or an overgrown Garden left to grow Wild and Beautifully Free? </em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="840" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="523" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_O1Tsv6e9aAiQgtvzmoqAiu9PPsvOjMNDEV_jAGnULfcC_kowGDe_3AcFNOcm-4TSoaDdKORN3yhwNQVMvXJ6zSujtHrXELdd-bRwzNat_KNHj-gN4v8z2oqzpQQTLOI6M1zdRNtzkg/s1600/428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_O1Tsv6e9aAiQgtvzmoqAiu9PPsvOjMNDEV_jAGnULfcC_kowGDe_3AcFNOcm-4TSoaDdKORN3yhwNQVMvXJ6zSujtHrXELdd-bRwzNat_KNHj-gN4v8z2oqzpQQTLOI6M1zdRNtzkg/s640/428.JPG" width="480" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="523" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="523" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="861">An interesting, intriguing Portal to an unexplored destination?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="523" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="669" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZl4qFAeIPuX7GrpqPiuJlVEbQBRpV_vGZpphJ9_QW_blLCVpmxPQTQQl1u3YAMVoodU9ttkLaPWx0uv04wCIwBy4znJLpc6jBIHVFtXdQ19rVmWwkyaNvaCD-t_H5d4sHUIfUYzonnE/s1600/424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZl4qFAeIPuX7GrpqPiuJlVEbQBRpV_vGZpphJ9_QW_blLCVpmxPQTQQl1u3YAMVoodU9ttkLaPWx0uv04wCIwBy4znJLpc6jBIHVFtXdQ19rVmWwkyaNvaCD-t_H5d4sHUIfUYzonnE/s640/424.JPG" width="398" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="669" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="669" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="862">The Abandoned and Old longing to be appreciated, rescued and Saved?</em></div><div closure_uid_c1n1cu="616"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXP27UCMVdpxLlsTYrkyKbmCAThnBxXTP5D1qGQdFWbYY_nowxPjqEYn9lky7mIAceXFGaLWy4T5cEJhaqlDKfG7LJewDqiDL9b0FgDGjvZ6uuNJaoewa-GdeVNlVMb4-t2Ev1mHdsAY/s1600/545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXP27UCMVdpxLlsTYrkyKbmCAThnBxXTP5D1qGQdFWbYY_nowxPjqEYn9lky7mIAceXFGaLWy4T5cEJhaqlDKfG7LJewDqiDL9b0FgDGjvZ6uuNJaoewa-GdeVNlVMb4-t2Ev1mHdsAY/s640/545.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1381">Will it be a certain Special Place?</em></div><br /><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="574" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij81RXHiA7qcfZ8IRiN2eC272sFNIPDK6VVDXJhidQTxQn2Hy3CNBs39Hx9l2sKE9aio1SZ9BL4n5xl9HbeCq-3d0A2VrLIsp6lc2TnWXMRKoHOa-cxBX6gBlRQQ0Nn7NHdG-V-I5IaI0/s1600/656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij81RXHiA7qcfZ8IRiN2eC272sFNIPDK6VVDXJhidQTxQn2Hy3CNBs39Hx9l2sKE9aio1SZ9BL4n5xl9HbeCq-3d0A2VrLIsp6lc2TnWXMRKoHOa-cxBX6gBlRQQ0Nn7NHdG-V-I5IaI0/s640/656.JPG" width="618" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="574" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="574" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="863">Or the tinkle of an Ankle Bracelet... sight of Old Velvet...</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="574" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="721" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2bE-LmKKmQG7ER3w11S_2NeXRvDAysc_kovEpVA7d5aACVQn464WP4BAy8rt6xEJuaj_sQjymYiMMXDGtGw9QAenRzfo5I9fVSY5Zh1chqymatGFndtvvhyphenhyphenFtTXqWbr7Vr2aykAhzbw/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2bE-LmKKmQG7ER3w11S_2NeXRvDAysc_kovEpVA7d5aACVQn464WP4BAy8rt6xEJuaj_sQjymYiMMXDGtGw9QAenRzfo5I9fVSY5Zh1chqymatGFndtvvhyphenhyphenFtTXqWbr7Vr2aykAhzbw/s640/012.JPG" width="552" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="721" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="721" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1382">Items identifying Faith, Love of God and Spirituality...</em></div><br /><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="747" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwR0b9ZmWkibZ2Kp7gIvkHheRLHCUnYBqleCgKMdeeOKrDPYwwInTP7rPj8yw-sgF7dm1WLXwDag_RKrulI2b8rcOMzEMd7eYfwCNHoBzFYm3Ee9XiO339miE2JxTxvKk7RWnyLFiLgwE/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwR0b9ZmWkibZ2Kp7gIvkHheRLHCUnYBqleCgKMdeeOKrDPYwwInTP7rPj8yw-sgF7dm1WLXwDag_RKrulI2b8rcOMzEMd7eYfwCNHoBzFYm3Ee9XiO339miE2JxTxvKk7RWnyLFiLgwE/s640/103.JPG" width="480" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="747" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="747" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="864">Piles of Old Exotic Rugs...</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="747" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9x7raKqBKeNfyKHzXKH_R3cXpxVzrBCLNqOGIA5L7_GPf9uCW9d5yPcPmcq5bCepAuYA-wG3M8hP_1JtTJRpIhvP3xfFt8YTtGMvNeUdIa4SyIY9co7COVLNSFWgLkr6CTqeFVfHuSY/s1600/178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy9x7raKqBKeNfyKHzXKH_R3cXpxVzrBCLNqOGIA5L7_GPf9uCW9d5yPcPmcq5bCepAuYA-wG3M8hP_1JtTJRpIhvP3xfFt8YTtGMvNeUdIa4SyIY9co7COVLNSFWgLkr6CTqeFVfHuSY/s640/178.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="865" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="865" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Beautifully ornate carved Wooden furniture... delicate Lace...</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="865" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="934" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a closure_uid_c1n1cu="892" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3a-3x5IHP3O2MVPYWcbhdgeXE8GzViG-ptpVjkZkjD7eleadW8PrdLuJLfGzr1qgFy0d3II8HAZO7Zx5uJ-MKQo7KDn-mqevto3JPyAA6Hcykta53b5YfpXKYl6PueVIXOGyfTMscHM/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3a-3x5IHP3O2MVPYWcbhdgeXE8GzViG-ptpVjkZkjD7eleadW8PrdLuJLfGzr1qgFy0d3II8HAZO7Zx5uJ-MKQo7KDn-mqevto3JPyAA6Hcykta53b5YfpXKYl6PueVIXOGyfTMscHM/s640/036.JPG" width="600" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="934" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="936" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="935">A tiny, frail, raggedy orphaned Stray nobody wanted, begging for Adoption to someone who has difficulty saying No or turning the Forsaken away... {Yes, that's our Bohemian Cat Boy, Rusty, on the day he did just this! Winks}</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="936" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtRPiugfGOor75I1R6cokntj7qnEfMtLBhHPjPUztk2Euca8QkCcrc8cq3i2Iti5717suz1qMgb3xx4H3uSERmCzxcl_TknRk8mT-_N8tENwIiuEGLlTI2GHjyg7u_hJKRxrlrDonArM/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtRPiugfGOor75I1R6cokntj7qnEfMtLBhHPjPUztk2Euca8QkCcrc8cq3i2Iti5717suz1qMgb3xx4H3uSERmCzxcl_TknRk8mT-_N8tENwIiuEGLlTI2GHjyg7u_hJKRxrlrDonArM/s640/066.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="989">Will it be those objects that held a particular Sentiment or Comfort for me?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="990" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUOCFI2YBGjLUY1a11Bi0WKq8qZDhBae3w0FNPEjsR3j0W-E5Si-ccMuaiHMjyhQ_hhN7xQjGGZDWB3vVAp6MbbTuEdb6ZD8ADFl-fQve7SXAE5JC_oozB-P3_TCATBG4tl7QanTOUVo/s1600/175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUOCFI2YBGjLUY1a11Bi0WKq8qZDhBae3w0FNPEjsR3j0W-E5Si-ccMuaiHMjyhQ_hhN7xQjGGZDWB3vVAp6MbbTuEdb6ZD8ADFl-fQve7SXAE5JC_oozB-P3_TCATBG4tl7QanTOUVo/s640/175.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1059" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1060">Or a Scent, a Fragrance I always used and might have lingered in the air after my presence was there...</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1059" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1087" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KEce2nZfMrP7S6xbpSmm8HsE051DiYr_CtDfiqk4IAt7DjWfp-VH8Sh7QwgRyXeNRPw0t8nVU16qZaRAWZjDhCuNFpQ3N7Gk-VuqdlSq-WL62aMVlr_8TGrvk1QRn6i1z3M0Res3ejs/s1600/186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KEce2nZfMrP7S6xbpSmm8HsE051DiYr_CtDfiqk4IAt7DjWfp-VH8Sh7QwgRyXeNRPw0t8nVU16qZaRAWZjDhCuNFpQ3N7Gk-VuqdlSq-WL62aMVlr_8TGrvk1QRn6i1z3M0Res3ejs/s640/186.JPG" width="530" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1087" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1087" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1113">Will it be the sight of an Old Door or of those particular things I had an attraction for and Collected over the years?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1087" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZlEm6NlH9Dt3dUN2i-ed2T7OM4iJG4JBA65v4g5OVH16Y_QaTDj6yH6_d3MFGSsHpZKiem6374YJvcdJarrBfVTUoXaJ49Zhvp9RreoIhBjZ0cOcRHFHIlnTqauboe0cUIO74Z07zDY/s1600/314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZlEm6NlH9Dt3dUN2i-ed2T7OM4iJG4JBA65v4g5OVH16Y_QaTDj6yH6_d3MFGSsHpZKiem6374YJvcdJarrBfVTUoXaJ49Zhvp9RreoIhBjZ0cOcRHFHIlnTqauboe0cUIO74Z07zDY/s640/314.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1166" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1165">Or Beautiful Art by amazingly talented Artists that I admired and was inspired by? </em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1166" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1166" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFFvkKcXBiU6TiNqoaO9EZOakQs7UJhHPznQV9-g5osDzM4Faukhyphenhyphenk8KvtFZwUXYYZDySvEiQl2n1U4kafPrWu_dRXZdmbRRhU04-JxKGCmnyfm2eiho89FmJoUV3RLSaUcV95OESuXo/s1600/727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFFvkKcXBiU6TiNqoaO9EZOakQs7UJhHPznQV9-g5osDzM4Faukhyphenhyphenk8KvtFZwUXYYZDySvEiQl2n1U4kafPrWu_dRXZdmbRRhU04-JxKGCmnyfm2eiho89FmJoUV3RLSaUcV95OESuXo/s640/727.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1219" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1220">Or Great Adventures to nowhere in particular... where the Journey was more of an Event to be enjoyed than a Destination or arrival...</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1219" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-2t5neoj4eukYNP5cRfSZNSwzAwHQkI6B8ePlShyphenhyphengj19pRPB8uyO0VGPM5D9jJCTz_knam1Uwym6w_HAYXn5SBzBDvSWa0yCWLVE_cVi3H1pWno8zJ_GOobmJ7uz4Z8CAs09Rlg74Cw/s1600/883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-2t5neoj4eukYNP5cRfSZNSwzAwHQkI6B8ePlShyphenhyphengj19pRPB8uyO0VGPM5D9jJCTz_knam1Uwym6w_HAYXn5SBzBDvSWa0yCWLVE_cVi3H1pWno8zJ_GOobmJ7uz4Z8CAs09Rlg74Cw/s640/883.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1275" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1275" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Will it be something I Created with my own hands?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1275" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qGtx0w2kTwbUy04ZfWTaaNRpLcAAcUdKag06R6ywg5hihH08dOdGo5ZHO3rLRdcdPEHlGlH07mrbBUuB_7-1AjcI8UVvfDUWAcmpNO0HeTXKHnj_mnWE_6XFvmWwDvEAhdKNXyYcqRA/s640/1896.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1383" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1352">My Love of Nature that will remind you of Me every time you see any of God's Masterpieces of Creation that I so enjoyed?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1383" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1451" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFhyphenhyphenEq3qyWeB5Kpz-HBJy8ntCZjctGrddqr8IbtMalJ0NTT32PFwucvOvF8aGJEYtbW9AMjiISEwZ_Gji0sffjViOPJkEqKZnrlObttY4EU75Sa-lIyq2zWWFzG1If7eKGMcOv8t_6e8/s1600/BohemianValhallaBleedingCowboyFontuntitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4NhwMeGO8s-CSL71R5Aq21YxyTexhEEQiMi1vg09pESce9w8PNjBLhLqKCfpWNDzzdGk_hW0NQe0VyqIBuvXV1pBZ7BdOPU7bg1WCHQmi8wskteY8KMTrHB6f4Y2yeiwihg9t6sJE050/s640/253.JPG" width="640" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1559" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1558">Or the sight of a once magnificent one that held possibilities and Fantasies of restoring and fixing up?</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1559" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1627" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-s73LRAG52TWoS6RwDRV_M54xyVCx1L2I3zsiROJWdvVf0tqCIj4imSrlgA6XH-SdU9wHirP7NaOs86PgGbhWoRtlsZnUCV_YGp3ISsPZ4jkTU_Xurz74BHuE65iAjaGR2GdwDPYGwYc/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-s73LRAG52TWoS6RwDRV_M54xyVCx1L2I3zsiROJWdvVf0tqCIj4imSrlgA6XH-SdU9wHirP7NaOs86PgGbhWoRtlsZnUCV_YGp3ISsPZ4jkTU_Xurz74BHuE65iAjaGR2GdwDPYGwYc/s640/071.JPG" width="478" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1627" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1627" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1628">Or perhaps it will be a favorite Haunt, where you remembered we spent time together... perhaps enjoying a good meal... having Fellowship... </em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1627" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7F6mh682T_GozK_5zme_QTs5oSTdwqOXbqFAGV0nrqMxu31cgxo35pV1merA1qq_j_Ra7QWbD3IAvd4LLdo5UWdmciQY7_Sef_U70aCR-YuTJYXcUzR0rqNuSlE57vSxkeVmXooXJy1I/s1600/273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7F6mh682T_GozK_5zme_QTs5oSTdwqOXbqFAGV0nrqMxu31cgxo35pV1merA1qq_j_Ra7QWbD3IAvd4LLdo5UWdmciQY7_Sef_U70aCR-YuTJYXcUzR0rqNuSlE57vSxkeVmXooXJy1I/s640/273.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1627" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1628">Or a day out together seeking Found Treasures? </em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1273" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgRQdUIXH0OgL2xzVdZTNgdfG2PGK9HrFxgGJFb8dlUaYasicVwcsTUWB5AKV3PWWnV65GLjfDRxjUcpoMqY2c3vrWJeYr773itMKf3lTbtpV_DSn2bDrkzpDM6IR6LXXDM8IirPIojg/s1600/Tamarack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDgRQdUIXH0OgL2xzVdZTNgdfG2PGK9HrFxgGJFb8dlUaYasicVwcsTUWB5AKV3PWWnV65GLjfDRxjUcpoMqY2c3vrWJeYr773itMKf3lTbtpV_DSn2bDrkzpDM6IR6LXXDM8IirPIojg/s640/Tamarack.jpg" width="422" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1380">Whatever it is that brings Me to mind... I only Hope and Pray that the Memory it evokes is a good one?  A fond one that causes no pain or sorrows.  </em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMs6i4w91XABOMp4HdZgzl04Qz0cI2lyUK2WTX76DVVvCqYqTKiH2F1PajWL_tvq9mgGSw0v6LAwnXxFur8Kl5Z6oH7fsFy4EhB26osBnOUuSEhgajyq6Amp65DId7i0fUJnObn-TtTaA/s1600/BOHEMIANVALHALLA17602457_ggp888KF_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMs6i4w91XABOMp4HdZgzl04Qz0cI2lyUK2WTX76DVVvCqYqTKiH2F1PajWL_tvq9mgGSw0v6LAwnXxFur8Kl5Z6oH7fsFy4EhB26osBnOUuSEhgajyq6Amp65DId7i0fUJnObn-TtTaA/s1600/BOHEMIANVALHALLA17602457_ggp888KF_c.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Source: Pinterest ~ My Gypsy Dream Interior!!!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em closure_uid_c1n1cu="1380">Because we're making Memories for ourselves and someone every day whether we know it or not... so let us be intentional about it... so that when we're recalled, even if it brings tears, they will be tears of Joy and Love...</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhETduTKjU69HqSyyuVxu6E_91kY-w9HaPNIB0RxgdK5Gy6D1iaPE0vpve2CqxN1PNoxo9jnSnxfnLY0hfcI9Wg9JawDXwlCj6y3VnB9Ez34Sz63zgapag223pcAOZMeWjLNifi3hshOJs/s1600/Ms+RubysDSCN5877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhETduTKjU69HqSyyuVxu6E_91kY-w9HaPNIB0RxgdK5Gy6D1iaPE0vpve2CqxN1PNoxo9jnSnxfnLY0hfcI9Wg9JawDXwlCj6y3VnB9Ez34Sz63zgapag223pcAOZMeWjLNifi3hshOJs/s640/Ms+RubysDSCN5877.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Source: <a href="http://www.myoldhistorichouse.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: #38761d;">MY OLD HISTORIC HOUSE</span></strong></a> Blog ~ Ms. Ruby's House & Antique Shop</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Be sure to visit my Friend Richard's Blog <a href="http://www.myoldhistorichouse.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: #38761d;">MY OLD HISTORIC HOUSE</span></strong></a> today, Richards is the 'Go To Guy' when you want or need to know anything and everything about Antiques and Found Treasures.  Today Richard profiled an Old House, Ms. Ruby's, that I fell in LOVE with and had to save to my favs and share in this particular Post... because when I see anything that has endured benign neglect I am not only enchanted by it and drawn to it, but I often wonder, does anyone remember?  Does anyone remember the people who once lived there... or how it looked before it was sadly neglected, forgotten and the ravages of time took it's toll?  Does anybody still care about it, want desperately to rescue it?  You see, I would... if money were no object I'd be on a Mission to save them all! *winks*</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG_6nvvw2wI8VbB2VAY_XBcdvAblsmUBtg7YJstEOpXTGMaL3f48vR3BOL6TGwI_qLnwUqQ2SpckrScnjbonyuuWm8BF3Qyzg1VviEqcXNij6GK1oxoAE8HwQ9azKRq6aV-eh7UU9QZaw/s1600/Miss+Ruby%2527sDSCN5877-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="522" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG_6nvvw2wI8VbB2VAY_XBcdvAblsmUBtg7YJstEOpXTGMaL3f48vR3BOL6TGwI_qLnwUqQ2SpckrScnjbonyuuWm8BF3Qyzg1VviEqcXNij6GK1oxoAE8HwQ9azKRq6aV-eh7UU9QZaw/s640/Miss+Ruby%2527sDSCN5877-1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Source: <a href="http://www.myoldhistorichouse.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: #38761d;">MY OLD HISTORIC HOUSE</span></strong></a> Blog ~ Ms. Ruby's House & Antique Shop</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> A place such as Ms. Ruby's is perfect "As Is" in my eyes & sparks the imagination because it has melded with Nature now and almost become One with it.  With a little TLC I would envision keeping it Wild and Free but with restorative touches to make it habitable again and WOW those who come through the doors and don't expect the Bohemian Grandeur that would lie within.  Just like many of us, who on the exterior may be showing the signs of age, wear and tear of Life, but within still have all the Treasures & Beauty that always made us precious and priceless! </em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrOnzwolm4pw1xEKinoc3tNK1DSbZ-IXWXCXb8360mQ_UV4MKrXReKf83m8yz6Pzq9oYsd9dsrxFrryWv4uFIZNyLYGDn-CxoVQxEhoud_NxZlIQRM9R7eSKnOdm9pYErG0gv2TQy3i4/s1600/Gypsy+DreamsGD-3_column_banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrOnzwolm4pw1xEKinoc3tNK1DSbZ-IXWXCXb8360mQ_UV4MKrXReKf83m8yz6Pzq9oYsd9dsrxFrryWv4uFIZNyLYGDn-CxoVQxEhoud_NxZlIQRM9R7eSKnOdm9pYErG0gv2TQy3i4/s640/Gypsy+DreamsGD-3_column_banner.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2T0qW7-DkQjOXp83Z59gf3mu8yLWlHBDIgH4VnLAoHzPN-7-L_DNyvNHLatQV2l8pQy794A6JTqa-8iZHzlAWJv_SNxg8ARS4ecnhOJxMbaSofeQPEgIjh5gp2i_luTg7DQQw1y7Dek/s1600/Gypsy_Dreams_-_Announcement-sm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2T0qW7-DkQjOXp83Z59gf3mu8yLWlHBDIgH4VnLAoHzPN-7-L_DNyvNHLatQV2l8pQy794A6JTqa-8iZHzlAWJv_SNxg8ARS4ecnhOJxMbaSofeQPEgIjh5gp2i_luTg7DQQw1y7Dek/s640/Gypsy_Dreams_-_Announcement-sm.png" width="496" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And be sure to join us for the <a href="http://www.mygypsydreams.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">GYPSY DREAMS</span></strong></a> Blog Party being Hosted over at Celia's... I live my Life with Gypsy Soul and Gypsy Dreams daily... all of my images are either Dreams in the making or Dreams come True!  So come along on the Journey and tell us about  your Gypsy Dreams my Friends... Life is no dress rehearsal, we must Live it fully and go after those things that speak to our Souls, our Spirits and are a manifestation of our Dreams!</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1379" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_c1n1cu="1087" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>

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