tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post8293228171066076192..comments2024-03-08T07:01:59.113-05:00Comments on Just Cats: The old atticDebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06817710263282488135noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-28092313552868793772015-07-07T14:12:17.412-04:002015-07-07T14:12:17.412-04:00what wonderful memories -- I feel as though I'...what wonderful memories -- I feel as though I'm with you! My grandma had a big walk-in closet -- deep, dark and fascinating! I love the cat painting. How perfect!Jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17482528482559445943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-67326229888773347652015-07-03T20:35:32.012-04:002015-07-03T20:35:32.012-04:00Oh my goodness....you transported me there! Lovel...Oh my goodness....you transported me there! Lovely.Betsy Brockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06807795605763246015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-39958581633699593552015-07-03T20:02:20.850-04:002015-07-03T20:02:20.850-04:00Oh, grandma's attic! I have memories of mine, ...Oh, grandma's attic! I have memories of mine, too, that I treasure. We only visited for a few days each year, as they lived in a different state, but I was up to that attic as soon as the hello's and hugs, just like you. I also remember every inch of that house.Deborah Montgomeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04366855994841922862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-89445782351307394332015-07-03T14:39:01.525-04:002015-07-03T14:39:01.525-04:00Very good memories to have!Very good memories to have!William Kendallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00331324250821836822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-88607081419272548922015-07-03T12:47:51.124-04:002015-07-03T12:47:51.124-04:00I enjoyed hearing about your grandmother's att...I enjoyed hearing about your grandmother's attic. Oh, and the basket of kittens! Reminds me of days I spent with my Aunt Berlie. There were always barn cats and baby kittens around. When I asked her if I could have a kitten she would always say, why yes, if you can catch one. The kittens were wild. I wanted so badly to hold one. I did a post about Aunt Berlie's attic a good while back.Henny Pennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05958386938311591314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-7492360226879073242015-07-03T12:03:37.523-04:002015-07-03T12:03:37.523-04:00what delightful memories - and the kitty image is ...what delightful memories - and the kitty image is precious1Christina Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01709763514974920913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-36597349315908022782015-07-03T10:10:55.455-04:002015-07-03T10:10:55.455-04:00Lovely memories! Thank you for sharing. I have so ...Lovely memories! Thank you for sharing. I have so many memories of my grandmothers with their aprons and bonnets, barns full of kittens and puppies, warm cookies and cold milk fresh from the milking. Both of them also had rambling old farmhouses with secret hiding places. Wish I could visit there again. Shuttle, Hook and Needlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08517847815117237321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-78520273849551014682015-07-03T09:44:00.303-04:002015-07-03T09:44:00.303-04:00Nothing is at redolent of memories as the phrase &...Nothing is at redolent of memories as the phrase 'old attic'...John Bellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10946140614088069665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-33081077215717324022015-07-03T09:15:00.987-04:002015-07-03T09:15:00.987-04:00Nostalgia! You have me remembering the smell [cre...Nostalgia! You have me remembering the smell [creosote] and the treasures in my grandparents' attic in the Vermont farmhouse. It was an especially appealing place on a rainy summer day--looking out that one window into the wet leaves of the maple tree.Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-26006684749086284332015-07-03T09:12:28.513-04:002015-07-03T09:12:28.513-04:00Sweet, sweet memories. Being a cat woman runs in ...Sweet, sweet memories. Being a cat woman runs in the genes! <br />Purrs and hugs ....Snaphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16648866385164116020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-76131685860947148112015-07-03T09:02:01.974-04:002015-07-03T09:02:01.974-04:00Ah! The good old days...My memory goes back to
wh...Ah! The good old days...My memory goes back to <br />when l was five...I remember all sorts...Little things that <br />happen, or you see..And the memories come shooting <br />back....<br />I wish l could remember before that...The day l was born,<br />my fist night, and nights there after, l put in a Moses basket<br />to sleep..Apparently we had a white fluffy cat, can't remember <br />it's name..strange..but he used to climb into the basket and <br />sleep along side me! Keep me warm, so my Mum says....! <br /><br />HeHe! I always joke...I don't want to go to heaven.....Shan't <br />know anyone there....! :).WILLIE...! =(^..^)=https://www.blogger.com/profile/14862273578655424772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-11618278376090861062015-07-03T08:52:49.471-04:002015-07-03T08:52:49.471-04:00Funny how smells can trigger our memories isn'...Funny how smells can trigger our memories isn't it.... for me its the Sand and Sable perfume my grandmother always wore as she was allergic to most other perfumes... the smell of the Oil of Olay that she religiously put on every night before bed... She had a box of costume jewelry that she would let me sit on her bed and go thru....She had each piece in its own little box and i would sit for hours opening the little boxes.... <br /><br />A musty smell instantly transports me to my Uncles garage where i would happily spend hours getting greasy and dirty 'helping' him work on postal trucks and the like.... He'd give me a bucket of water and i'd 'clean ' his tools... may not sound like fun to many but for me it was blissful happy hours....listening to his stories Hugs! debjinxxxygirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12349344319328467284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-909484116803524222015-07-03T08:46:31.857-04:002015-07-03T08:46:31.857-04:00Oh how lovely this is Deb. It's so funny you s...Oh how lovely this is Deb. It's so funny you said how you remember every inch of your grandmother's house....I do too! I can just imagine how you played and explored her belongings in her attic...just a sweet and precious shared memory! Love it!Estelle'shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04565205787406338559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305853571849549221.post-50703798883496833252015-07-03T08:26:28.563-04:002015-07-03T08:26:28.563-04:00Deb, I can see from this (and previous) posts that...Deb, I can see from this (and previous) posts that you had a wonderful childhood and a loving relationship with your grandmother - and mother! Thanks for sharing these memories. Have a great weekend. JoJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11666316882168582862noreply@blogger.com