Tag: grandmother
Posted on August 28, 2015
by Paris Renae
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Watching babies once they find their hands is too fun – everything to the mouth. They don’t just want to hold the toy, the dog’s ear, their mom’s hair – they want to taste it, make it their own. I’ll never forget my ten month…
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Category: UncategorizedTags: baby, Bible, butterfly, creation, daughter, death, dog, eternity, forever, gift, God, grandmother, hurt, Jesus, life, lonely, rose, time, touch
Posted on May 8, 2015
by Paris Renae
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Did your mother ever sing to you ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey…”? Mine did… I miss her… She also came in some mornings singing ‘Wake up, wake up you sleepy head. The sun…
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Category: UncategorizedTags: babies, confide, dad, daughter, emotion, flowers, grandmother, hug, intimacy, kiss, mom, mother, old, parent, proud, rocking chair, singing, smile, son, stories, sun, sunshine, young
Posted on February 27, 2015
by Paris Renae
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I have a collection… A little unusual as the use for these originally was to blow your nose… My collection started when my Nanny, a.k.a. grandmother, died and I was sent a few of her things. Some were doilies she had crocheted and…
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Category: UncategorizedTags: 20th century, antique, collectible, collection, daughter, disposable, grandchildren, grandmother, hand me downs, history, mother, Renaissance, stories
Posted on November 7, 2014
by Paris Renae
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Antique stores are fun… I don’t know much about authenticity or values – my interest lies in the history, in the uniqueness, in the beauty (and a good deal of course)… Actually I do cringe a little when I see things I had…
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Category: UncategorizedTags: age, aging, antiques, beauty, grandma, grandmother, memories, mom, mother, old, perspective, stories, sugar, value, wrinkles
Posted on September 26, 2014
by Paris Renae
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Sipping iced tea from a wine glass makes it even better… Recently I served tea to my girlfriend and I in wine glasses. She thought it was wonderful. It reminded me of something: my grandmother always ‘put away’ her nice things to…
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Posted on February 21, 2014
by Paris Renae
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“Wait for me, Nanny!” Nanny is what Little One called her grandmother. “Come on, Little One, the garden is calling.” “I don’t hear it, Nanny. What is it calling?” Laughing, Nanny said “No, Little One, you can’t hear it with your ears, you hear…
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