Tattered Past

Tattered Past: My ongoing journey through genealogy, history, writing, self-exploration and art. ~~~ Rita Ackerman

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Remember When: Dolls

I have three dolls from my childhood. 
If I named them I don't remember what names they had.

This is one that walked and I think her head turned from side to side.

I've had to repair her arms a couple of times. 
They fell off again when I went to take this photo. 
I guess surgery is in the near future. 

This was a bride doll who's dress, veil and shoes obviously fell apart long ago.
One of my aunts made her this little ballerina or skating costume. 
I think she needs a little cleaning up and work too. 

And finally my baby doll. 
I don't even remember what clothes she had. 
She now wears a vintage clothing.

I remember when we made the long drive to my grandparent's house I would be in the back seat taking very good care of my baby. I had diapers, bottles, blankets and all the things necessary for proper infant care. 
I don't remember ever being around babies, at least not until long after, so I'm not sure how accurate my play was. 

I guess I picked it up because I did okay when my daughter came along. 
That is except for the time she fell off the counter. 
Luckily it wasn't serious. 

Memoir Prompts:

Did you have dolls (or other toys) that you used to pretend to be grown-up?

Did you have mishaps with your own babies?

What kinds of things did you do in the car for entertainment?

Do you still own some of your childhood toys?

Where did you last go out to eat? What did you have?

Do you like sending and receiving greeting cards?

Do you save greeting cards?

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Remember When: Special Moments

Our 37th wedding anniversary is in a couple of weeks.

How young we look!!!

We've had lots of downs and lots of ups. They seem to be getting better as we get older.
Here we are about ten years ago at a western history event in Tombstone, Arizona.

And a couple of years ago at a talk I gave in Sun City, Arizona.

The other day I was sitting at the kitchen table putting meds in our dog's ears. Doug was puttering around at the counter. We were having a nice conversation and it suddenly occurred to me how very comfortable and comforting that moment was. I told myself to always remember it. 

We don't always need a special occasion to have a special memory. It just takes more effort to keep those special moments in mind.

Memoir Prompts:

Write about a special moment.

Write about a high school homecoming.

Write about going to football games in high school. Or perhaps playing in them.

Make a list of ten things that really annoy you. Why?

What crafts do you enjoy now?

Describe a place you enjoyed going as a child in as much detail as possible.

When you doodle what tends to be the most common subject?

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Remember When: Twister

We've been going through closets and storage area. I thought this was long gone. 
How many of you played this fun game for all ages?

The box is in bad shape but the game itself is in remarkable condition.

This is a photo taken at my Uncle Fred's. That's him in the background with me with my left hand on red.
The other girls are my cousins. At this time they lived in Dodge City. They've lived all over the country.

It's so fun to bring all these things together.

I keep trying to get a good photo of Maggie. She is very camera shy and as soon as I point one at her she looks like she's been yelled at or something.

Isn't she beautiful anyway?

Memoir Prompts:

Did you own a Twister game? 

What other fads do you remember or still have remnants of?

Write about your current pet(s).

Write about a family get-together when you were young.

Do you own a box of crayons? Use them in your journal.

What was your favorite comedy television show?

What dances did you do as a teen?

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Remember When: Estate Sales

A few weeks ago my hubby and I spent the morning visiting yard sales, estate sales and a thrift store.

I love to look at vintage or not so vintage stuff and often find wonderful little things that speak to me.

Estate sales have the added fascination of being such a big slice of some one's life. The house we visited last week belonged to an older lady. She had a beautiful cherry wood dining room set. Then covered with the china she surely cherished her entire life. It was obvious she loved to entertain.

There was a huge game table that obviously got a lot of use perhaps when her husband was around and the children were at home or visiting. One son was running the sale and he was middle aged, tall, slender and good-looking. He was also very friendly which I imagine is a trait picked up from his mother.

The best thing was his mother LOVED owls. There were paintings and images scattered throughout the house. I kept coming back to this guy who still had the tag on. He was to cover golf clubs and is lined on the inside with sheepskin.

Obviously he came home with us. Well, actually, he now roosts in the back seat of my car and every time I look at him I smile.
A couple of weeks ago I took him in to my writing group as a prompt. I told the group, briefly, about where I got him and told them they could write about the lady, the owl, or anything in between. A few asked his name. He didn't have one yet. 
The stories were wonderful and, as always, widely varied. 
The owl now has a name, Oliver.

Even though I never met this lady I wonder if she sees the fun her owl is spreading through the community. 

Memoir Prompts:

Have you ever found a "treasure" at a yard sale?

What part of you do you hope will be continued after you are gone?

Did you play cards as a child? What games did you like?

Have you ever seen an owl up close? Have you ever petted one?

When you doodle what shapes seem to be the most common?

What traits did you learn from your mother?

What traits did you learn from your father?