Delusional skeptic, reveling in a multiple-personality disorder. Alternating between a 21st-century blogger, a 3rd-century BC Carthagenian general, a 5th-century BC druid, a 23rd-century BC Beaker-people trader, a 20th-century Estonian freedom-fighter, a time-traveler, and a sheepdog in Wyoming.
Four ladies, bundled up in their finest furs and hats, hopefully on a cold winter's day. Grammy's second from the left. Nobody's smiling today.
And there's another good image of the house across the street being reflected in the neighbor's door.
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And Aunt Sallie is on the right. Boy, times had to be good for them all to have such great furs. Or maybe furs were a common item, not so expensive, in those days. Button shoes too. And glorious hats. I'm going to look for that house that is reflected in the door. Janet
1 comment:
And Aunt Sallie is on the right. Boy, times had to be good for them all to have such great furs. Or maybe furs were a common item, not so expensive, in those days. Button shoes too. And glorious hats. I'm going to look for that house that is reflected in the door.
Janet
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