Coming and goings
It’s the first full day of autumn today and life is so busy around our home. This time of year means lots of soccer games, lessons and activities, and plenty of homework.
Aren’t those raspberries a lovely sight? The fall raspberries here in Alpine are the sweetest. I made 3 batches of freezer jam from them the other day. But there is still lots of canning and cooking to be done in the next few weeks. Sewing projects sit in small piles. My sketch pad is full of new ideas.
I think I need some vitamins!
I had a good laugh over this old advertisement my dad sent to me the other day. It also gave me a moment of pause and reflection.
I may love to wear an apron and to work hard around my home. I may even do many of the domestic things that my grandmother did. But this ad made me thank my lucky stars that I live now.
It made me want to tip my hat to the feminist women who came before me. Those who cut their aprons into ribbons… and charged out into the workforce to demand equal rights and respect. Little did they know they had paved a way for me to stitch a new apron and wear it with dignity…. more often than not over my yoga pants and slippers.
I wonder if PEP had caffeine in it? Or crystal meth? (kidding! kidding!)
Anne, the scary thing is, you are probably not that far from the truth! One of the other ads my dad sent was for beer. It was more turn of the century, and said, “How Mother and Baby “Picked Up” – A case of Blatz Beer in your home means much to a young mother, and obviously baby participates in its benefits.” What better way to make sure your baby sleeps through the night?! What a hoot!
Where did you buy your raspberries?
I get my raspberries from S & R Fruit in Alpine, their number is (801) 756-5732. I would call them quickly as I don’t know how much longer they will have berries. They were really worried about the crazy hail storm that hit a few days ago, and whether the remaining crop would survive. They are at the farmers market in Murray on Saturday morning too.
That was soo funny to see. I hope she didn’t do the housework in those heels!!!
No, really. Those 1950s house wives really were taking uppers. I’ll have to see if I can dig up the article again.