Just had to get that in there
Yep.
I lived on a farm. I have 7 sisters and 5 brothers. My mom and dad couldn’t always afford shoes so we went barefoot in summer. We wore white T-shirt’s and no shoes in summer. When it was time to get new shoes for school, my mom could not take all of us into a shoe store at once. She would get a brown paper grocery bag and outline our feet. She wrote the name of the child on the outlined foot and cut it out. I do not recall ever getting shoes that didn’t fit right. I was underneath milking cows before I even started school. Scraped out a lot of cow poop. Stepped in a lot of cow pies. We had two or three vegetable gardens and processed our own hog in the fall. We put up canned vegetables Every Sunday was fried chicken with chicken gravy and mashed potatoes. The best thing is hot chicken gravy over a home grown red ripe tomato. We killed and plucked our own chickens. Best time of my life. I can still smell homemade buttermilk biscuits, sausage, bacon and eggs cooking.
Did you film when you did your outfits that you were going to take to ROSE 2020?
What a beautiful child hood😊 I have many similar memories and consider myself blessed for it😊
Plain reborn dolls are already outside my comfort zone🤭 maybe I could take one shopping with me and freak people out. I might need a partner in crime for that @dinokc ?
My sis in law was here last weekend. She was taken back when she saw limbs hanging next to my bananas. I told her it was incentive to eat more fruit!
Sounds like a magical childhood. I was raised in a big city (a couple of them, even Honolulu). My memories are mostly suburban, poor side of town, no farms, a stray dog here and there. Still we were poor and barefoot because we lived in the community pool, sprinklers on someones lawn, the beach, and my grans yard, which was wild, overgrown and heavenly in a Childs perspective kinda way. We did pick fruit on weekends and can it in my great grans garage. They never told us picking fruit was a job and someone got paid, we didn’t, we just enjoyed being out in orchards (barefoot) climbing trees filling up bins with prunes, apricots and cherries, peaches… Funny I now pay for the privilege of letting my kids pick cherries at the U-pick farm a couple hours from me.
Love this!
I did not. I was keeping it top secret.
That sounds wonderful! Just like The Waltons! Being part of such a big family would be a dream come true for me. You’d never be lonely, always someone to talk to, hang out with. What precious memories for all of you!
I grew up in the city where I ran through the lawn sprinklers and waited on the “ding ding man” to bring me a popsicle every afternoon. I looked forward to the bookmobile so I could grab all the Beany Malone, Boxcar Children, and Nancy Drew books I could get my hands on so I could read in my tree fort while I drank lemonade and whiled away the summer.
I loved being barefoot, hated having to put shoes on. Still do.
I realized when I got older being poor wasn’t a bad thing. We learned how to survive and make use of what we had. I appreciate you sharing your childhood it warms my heart.
Sounds wonderful to me. I loved the Box Car children books. I love to read. Funny you mention the Walton’s. When we first started watching the Walton’s, at night we started saying goodnight John Boy, Mary Ellen on down the line. I miss my parents so much now.
Love your story!
@Evee our growing up years were very similar. We raised probably 95% of what we ate. Every spring we’d butcher a hog and a beef, and my dad would buy 100 chicks for butchering. My mom grew a large garden and strawberry patch, and my grandparents had a huge orchard. Every summer I’d help my mom can, and to this day I still can everything grown in my garden. We milked our own cow and had farm fresh eggs. We got one channel on the TV antenna, and cartoons were only on Saturday mornings! I have always been an outdoorsy girl and would still rather spend my time in my yard. Those were such simpler times, but I’d give anything if life could rewind and slow down for a while.
Ok, i went out of my comfort zone…by accident. I went to check out Joleen on reborns then i came across your Clown on there. Clowns make me very uneasy aka not comfortable. Now I think I love clowns! Gorgeous.
You are way too sweet.
I DO NOT LIKE CLOWNS.
They have scared me since childhood. My family could not understand it and my mother use to by these ugly clown dolls, paintings and figurines. She took us to our local television station for the Bozo show, my siblings and cousins were chosen to be the on stage guest kids. I just kept praying to Jesus that he did not pick me for jokes and magic tricks, I would have lost my poor five year old mind.
These babies are more circus, less clown to me. I imagine they are born to people who fly on the trapeze, ride elephants, ride a bike across a tight rope. the make up is them getting “dressed up” for the show, it is just part of circus life.
Ok I obviously live in my own pretend world but I like it here.
I wasn’t sure how they would be received but so far so good, thinking about making another round, it was a lot of fun and I have some ideas that have me all itchy to start painting more. I love that feeling.
Still gonna make traditional reborns but too much of one thing can leave you a little flat and one dimensional.
I have had way too much tea this afternoon, sorry for the ramble.
Oh noo, Bozo! I remember him. Yes, there is a big difference.
That is very much my childhood also. One tv channel and our telephone was on a party line. You had to wait until a neighbor was done with their phone call to place your call. I miss the simpler times.
I love your clown babies! Very creative!