My God. My mother—and probably lots of other mothers as well—had tons of stuff that were “for show!” Several entire rooms even. Sort of like the old Hebraic Holy of Holies. Only certain people got to go in there and then only once a year. But it did have a window A/C all its own while the rest of us muddled along with less.And Dale, you and Jerry can use as much of the paper you find in there as you like, it’s provided by the Crustwood U-Stor-It.
I remember trying to sneak a piece of unwrapped hard candy from my grandmother’s covered glass dish. Most of it lifted up in one stuck-together block, and I had a hard time getting it back into the dish before anyone saw.
My mother, my aunts, the neighbors…. all had bowls of inedible treasures… dusty, cracked Jordan almonds, faded gumdrops….I’ve visited my ex-husband’s mother since his middle-aged brothers were teens, and I still can’t get used to the idea that the little footed jars of M&M’s or nuts or mints in her living room are there to EAT…I instantly feel guilty if I open the dish.
Oh, my achin’ head. Yeah, I remember a lot of my relatives had stuff ‘just for show’, and several of them did, in fact, have plastic covers on the furniture. If we were even permitted in that room we, as kids, were told to sit on the floor, stop squirming and hush up. And I remember that melted-together-lump in the candy dish, too, Susan. This all brings back some not-so-fond memories.
Lump o’candy and f*rt noises from when you actually got to sit on the plasyic covered gold brocade couch so you could gaze at the deep maroon drapes with gold tassels. Good times.
Never lived in a house where the living room was not used on a daily basis for TV and reading, sat enjoyed the way it was meant to be …no plastic covers or old candy in bowls…who cares about “company” we enjoyed our home and I still live that way.
My mother did not have a special room for company. I don’t either. My guests are no better than me. I use everything in my home….for me. No showmanship here. If I were you…I’d sit anywhere I want.
Neither parents nor I liked plastic on the furniture, tho’ I remember that in homes of friends. My current livingroom is my art gallery with an etagere of tall art books too. Plenty of seets and I use it if there are more than 4 or so who want to sit and chat (main furniture is a 10-pc sofa).
I grew up in the home of my great-grandmother. She had a large home with a living room and a “parlor”. No plastic on the furniture but good little boys didn’t play in the parlor. She didn’t have a lot of nick-nacks but her sister, Great-great aunt Lily did. Little boys could look but not touch. I got to where Sunday drives were hated and avoided the parlor. As a teen, I was allowed the parlor for my music practice. Wow! Oh yeah, she had the nasty half melted candy in dishes, also.
mikie2 over 11 years ago
My God. My mother—and probably lots of other mothers as well—had tons of stuff that were “for show!” Several entire rooms even. Sort of like the old Hebraic Holy of Holies. Only certain people got to go in there and then only once a year. But it did have a window A/C all its own while the rest of us muddled along with less.And Dale, you and Jerry can use as much of the paper you find in there as you like, it’s provided by the Crustwood U-Stor-It.
margueritem over 11 years ago
Good one, Dale!
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 11 years ago
I remember trying to sneak a piece of unwrapped hard candy from my grandmother’s covered glass dish. Most of it lifted up in one stuck-together block, and I had a hard time getting it back into the dish before anyone saw.
My mother, my aunts, the neighbors…. all had bowls of inedible treasures… dusty, cracked Jordan almonds, faded gumdrops….I’ve visited my ex-husband’s mother since his middle-aged brothers were teens, and I still can’t get used to the idea that the little footed jars of M&M’s or nuts or mints in her living room are there to EAT…I instantly feel guilty if I open the dish.
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Laura Gildwarg over 11 years ago
Oh, my achin’ head. Yeah, I remember a lot of my relatives had stuff ‘just for show’, and several of them did, in fact, have plastic covers on the furniture. If we were even permitted in that room we, as kids, were told to sit on the floor, stop squirming and hush up. And I remember that melted-together-lump in the candy dish, too, Susan. This all brings back some not-so-fond memories.
celestpuls over 11 years ago
Is the clown rolling his eyes?
fredb49 over 11 years ago
That can of Lysol is not for show, close the door and use it!
finale over 11 years ago
Lump o’candy and f*rt noises from when you actually got to sit on the plasyic covered gold brocade couch so you could gaze at the deep maroon drapes with gold tassels. Good times.
Mythreesons over 11 years ago
My living room is for kept “company neat” all the time. However, anyone who enters the house is “company.” My TV and comfy chair are elsewhere.
mollie05 over 11 years ago
Never lived in a house where the living room was not used on a daily basis for TV and reading, sat enjoyed the way it was meant to be …no plastic covers or old candy in bowls…who cares about “company” we enjoyed our home and I still live that way.
InTraining over 11 years ago
The clown’s face says it all…. Happy New Year Crustwood…. ! ! !
jmcx4 over 11 years ago
I miss those baskets of wax fruit. Now that was a showpiece!
recordman over 11 years ago
My mother did not have a special room for company. I don’t either. My guests are no better than me. I use everything in my home….for me. No showmanship here. If I were you…I’d sit anywhere I want.
vldazzle over 11 years ago
Neither parents nor I liked plastic on the furniture, tho’ I remember that in homes of friends. My current livingroom is my art gallery with an etagere of tall art books too. Plenty of seets and I use it if there are more than 4 or so who want to sit and chat (main furniture is a 10-pc sofa).
RonBerg13 Premium Member over 11 years ago
You’d think the eye would be in the bathroom, but on second thought, the eye probably wants to keep its sanity.
pawpawbear over 11 years ago
I grew up in the home of my great-grandmother. She had a large home with a living room and a “parlor”. No plastic on the furniture but good little boys didn’t play in the parlor. She didn’t have a lot of nick-nacks but her sister, Great-great aunt Lily did. Little boys could look but not touch. I got to where Sunday drives were hated and avoided the parlor. As a teen, I was allowed the parlor for my music practice. Wow! Oh yeah, she had the nasty half melted candy in dishes, also.