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"When love comes so strong there is no right or wrong. Your love is your love." from the movie "West Side Story"
A day for lovers Valetine's Day ~ February 14th.Snowing in Spring -By Bert My favorite object is a feather pillow my grandmother made for me when I was a child. She made my pillow from a new feather mattress, when the ticking had been burned by a careless smoker. Since she couldn't re-sew a new mattress ticking because of the size she went and bought pillow-case material. She couldn't throw anything away because of her life's circumstances. She lived through the Great Depression of 1929 raising two children by herself. My grandfather died quite suddenly and left her a widow with no skills other than domestic skills. She was facing a very tough time just trying to survive. Fortunately he left her with some insurance money and she bought a huge home in Atlanta with fourteen bedrooms and three large bathrooms and opened it to boarders. The home was referred to as "The boarding house", in our family. The boarding house became the key to her survival. She was fortunate enough to land a contract with the Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms training center in Atlanta to house the new recruits. She could cook and she could sew. There really wasn't much my grandmother couldn't do. The only thing she couldn't do was be wasteful so she made the best of a bad situation, a pillow for me from someone else's misfortune. I still have that old pillow and use it every night. It is one third the original size due to feather attrition over fifty odd years. Once, when my wife and I were first married and living in an apartment complex, I came home from work, showered and jumped into bed and realized it was not there. I questioned my wife and she had tossed "my pillow" into the community dumpster in a plastic bag. I made her get up and get dressed and go outside and hold the flashlight while I dove into the dumpster to retrieve it. I can still hear her whining and complaining as it was freezing cold that night. She never did that again. My wife hates it says it smells. I hold it to my nose and can't smell anything but comfort. She says, "Look at it, it's just a lump at the end of the pillow case, it's disgusting." Now she makes me put two pillow cases on it, one from one direction and one from the other thereby double bagging it to ensure nothing escapes. Over the years my wife has bought me new premium goose down pillows in an effort to dispatch the old thing. I'll have no part of it for no new store-bought pillow can tempt me to toss it out. It will always be a part of my life I suppose, like a security blanket. It is the very last physical object remaining from my childhood. Not every night but occasionally when I lie down and nuzzle it to my face I remember my mother and grandmother sitting at a table in the back yard and stuffing those pillow cases with the cleanest of the white un-burnt feathers pulled from that mattress. I remember them laughing in the sunshine with feathers flying everywhere like a snow storm in spring. Content Collected & Provided By The Women's Cafe - For More Visit http://www.thewomenscafe.com. Copyright @ 2003 Articles or stories may be reproduced, providing they remain unchanged, and include both the authors resource box and The Women's Cafe Credits. Send Free Valentine E-Greeting Cards .Play Free Online GamesDownloadable Free Games (Lots!)Games Puzzles, & Simulations for Sale. ~ Something special for that special someone. ~ .... This RingSurf Happy Valentine's Day NetRingis owned by Valentine\'s Day Fun. JOIN - LIST - PREVIOUS - NEXT - NEXT 5 - RANDOM Goodie from the newly re-opened Heart -N- Soul. Thank you for all the lovely gift. Next
A day for lovers
Valetine's Day ~ February 14th
Snowing in Spring -By Bert My favorite object is a feather pillow my grandmother made for me when I was a child. She made my pillow from a new feather mattress, when the ticking had been burned by a careless smoker. Since she couldn't re-sew a new mattress ticking because of the size she went and bought pillow-case material. She couldn't throw anything away because of her life's circumstances. She lived through the Great Depression of 1929 raising two children by herself. My grandfather died quite suddenly and left her a widow with no skills other than domestic skills. She was facing a very tough time just trying to survive. Fortunately he left her with some insurance money and she bought a huge home in Atlanta with fourteen bedrooms and three large bathrooms and opened it to boarders. The home was referred to as "The boarding house", in our family. The boarding house became the key to her survival. She was fortunate enough to land a contract with the Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms training center in Atlanta to house the new recruits. She could cook and she could sew. There really wasn't much my grandmother couldn't do. The only thing she couldn't do was be wasteful so she made the best of a bad situation, a pillow for me from someone else's misfortune. I still have that old pillow and use it every night. It is one third the original size due to feather attrition over fifty odd years. Once, when my wife and I were first married and living in an apartment complex, I came home from work, showered and jumped into bed and realized it was not there. I questioned my wife and she had tossed "my pillow" into the community dumpster in a plastic bag. I made her get up and get dressed and go outside and hold the flashlight while I dove into the dumpster to retrieve it. I can still hear her whining and complaining as it was freezing cold that night. She never did that again. My wife hates it says it smells. I hold it to my nose and can't smell anything but comfort. She says, "Look at it, it's just a lump at the end of the pillow case, it's disgusting." Now she makes me put two pillow cases on it, one from one direction and one from the other thereby double bagging it to ensure nothing escapes. Over the years my wife has bought me new premium goose down pillows in an effort to dispatch the old thing. I'll have no part of it for no new store-bought pillow can tempt me to toss it out. It will always be a part of my life I suppose, like a security blanket. It is the very last physical object remaining from my childhood. Not every night but occasionally when I lie down and nuzzle it to my face I remember my mother and grandmother sitting at a table in the back yard and stuffing those pillow cases with the cleanest of the white un-burnt feathers pulled from that mattress. I remember them laughing in the sunshine with feathers flying everywhere like a snow storm in spring.
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