Remember When

Remember when

the sound of little feet

was the music

We danced to week to week

Brought back the love, we found trust
Vowed we'd never give it up

Remember when

Remember when

thirty seemed so old
Now lookin' back it's just a steppin' stone

To where we are,

Where we've been

Said we'd do it all again

Remember when

Remember when

we said when we turned gray

When the children grow up and move away

We won't be sad, we'll be glad

For all the life we've had

And we'll remember when

 

My old stuff

I have a confession to make. I love old stuff! I'm not addicted to it. It's definitely not a weird, sick fetish. I'm not obsessed or posessed for that matter. I just like the stuff!

I don't browse or peruse all the antique malls, outlets, or shops, on or off of the beaten path. I have never bought or sold my "old stuff" on e-bay. As a matter of fact I don't even watch the Antique road show, now that we have satelite!

I guess you could call me somewhat sentimental. I love my old stuff because of its history, where it came from, where it has been and especially because of who may have given it to me.

None of my old stuff may be worth much of anything (for those who need to put a price tag on everything). Actually, it may be broken, scratched, dented, rusted or even cracked. That is what makes it unique, special, and old.

I love my sewing machine, my secretary, my butcher block, my crocks and my trunk. I even have some jewelry and a favorite picture that I love.

But..... I have to confess yet again, that of all of the old stuff that I have; the one "old thing" thing I love the most....The one "old thing" that I would never part with, would never give up without a fight, never sell on e-bay or even at a garage sale........ has to be this.......

...MY HUBBY,

HAPPY 47TH BIRTHDAY to My favorite "old thing"!!!!!

Really????, didn't ya kinda wonder where this was going????

Happy blogging, Becky

By special request......

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, kinfolk and acquaintances, I have been asked to "Put this on that blogger thing you do". That's right, Little old me, baby of the family, "dumb old beck", has been choosen to share this masterpiece with all.

Let me tell you first, how honored I am. There is not one other family member, comrade or redneck who would have ever contemplated, mused or anticipated such an achievement, accomplishment or piece de resistance.

So without further postponement, reprieve or ado, I introduce to all, the official wedding photograph of the family's newest terrific twosome, sweethearts and soulmates.......

Mrs. Dorothy Mary Hacker and Mr. William H. Trescott, III.

married January 21st, 2009

Congratulations, Best wishes, and All our Love to the happy couple!!

(By the way, Bill said, I was specifically suppposed to say not to look at Dottie's hair because they got caught in the rain on the way to the court house and she thinks her hair is "droopy"!!!-- I think she looks beautiful!!!!)

Now it's on "that blogger thing"!!!

Happy Blogging ---Becky