tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32664239678249563772024-03-13T08:52:29.664-05:00Banner Haus NewsInexpensive and free vintage postcard graphics, seasonal decorations, digital stamps, banners, blogger headers, buttons, blinkies, and more. Complimentary bad advice. Folklore, predictions, household hints, editorials, and quotes. Posting daily!Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-74099430079156435442010-10-12T00:01:00.005-05:002010-10-12T00:01:01.713-05:00Oh Dear, I'm Back, Somewhat!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I just can't keep my olde mouth shut -- yak yak yak, type type type -- fiddling with images and missing my bloggie frens - </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My olde <a href="http://www.penniwigs.blogspot.com/"><b>Penniwig's blog </b></a>is back! Click to visit!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">With a difference, with a difference...mainly free printables, and JUST MEAN OLDE ME holding forth! My nerves can't take the chitchat at this point...but I do what I can, dearies...</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mayhap see you there?</span>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-8627606080391500492010-09-10T00:02:00.007-05:002010-09-10T13:46:30.628-05:00A Good-Bye, 9-11 and Never Forget<div style="color: #660000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">September 11, 2001</span></b></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tomorrow is a sad day to remember, and today is a somewhat sad day for me -- at long last, after many years, many blogs, and many monikers, I am closing down my daily blogging effort.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes something that has been right changes into something that is no longer optimal.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">My motto: Always do your best to move towards health -- mental, physical, spiritual.</span> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A move away from the blog world, away from the Internet, and towards a closer communion with the natural world is the message and vibe I have received. The virtual world is many things to many people, but for me, it began to cast a shadow on my heart and I have to turn away from it now. </span><br />
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<div style="color: #741b47;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">But of course I will still be dropping by and visiting and watching others slave over their bloggies.</span></b></div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Something that just hurt my heart with the blog world was to have no way to reach someone except through their blog -- to feel a kinship with them, or concern for them -- and then some crazy technical problem would occur and comments would get lost or be unable to be posted -- it upsets my equilibrium and puts a wobble in the karmic whole -- it seems too shallow a way to communicate, for me -- just not good for my lil' heart; this lil' donkey has trod too rough a path and can't take too many more bumps.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Kindly look for free animations on my snowiecat Photobucket accounts -- Faith had a great idea about making a hurricane lamp animation -- and rescued vintage graphics and original creations as well.<b style="color: #274e13;"></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I go down my path, and my wish for you is strength for your path. Wishes for happiness and a merry heart, or strength if your path is full of pitfalls, go with you! As a favorite author, Brenda Ueland, said, "Strength to your sword arm!"</span></span> </div></div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-64716249316743394882010-09-09T00:01:00.007-05:002010-09-09T00:01:01.068-05:00Acorn Smith<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My mother and father grew up in the Great Depression. They were seven years old when the bottom fell out. My mother -- whose family was pretty much unaffected by the Depression -- used to tell of a boy in her hometown who was nicknamed "Acorn." She told it as a funny story, but it always made me so very sad. Most things my mother found funny, I found sad or distressing. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Acorn Smith had gotten his nickname because as the eldest son, he would collect acorns for his mother and younger siblings to eat. Oak tree acorns; very bitter. His mother, a widow, would evidently soak them in lye and change the water again and again -- much as cassava or manioc is prepared in South America. The lye bath leaches most of the bitter tannins out of the acorn meat, which can then be ground into meal and eaten like any nut flour. A mother would have be quite resourceful and equally desperate to use acorn flour to feed her children.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My mother had her own demons, and I think they made her rather mean-spirited. She would tell with delight about her brother shooting Acorn with his BB gun as he would stoop to gather the acorns, and poor Acorn crying "like a baby" and yelping but having to stay and pick enough for their needs.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This graphic is in honor of Acorn Smith and his mother, who quietly went about their way, gleaning what they could from Nature and gratefully eating their daily bread. I don't know what happened to them; I hope better days came and that Acorn made it through WWII and went on to have a bit more of life's bounty than bitter bread and the derision of unfeeling peers. God Bless you, Acorn.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-3485195542416427912010-09-08T00:01:00.003-05:002010-09-08T00:01:00.532-05:00Bragging, and Mallowcremes<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Oh, it's been a long time since I was in a country-fried graphics mood.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Here's the noble mallowcreme, starring in its very own 2010 image.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Wanted to mention that my earlier prediction as mentioned in a previous post of a HUGE QUAKE WHERE THERE WAS NO KNOWN FAULT LINE did come true -- the 7.2 in New Zealand, and the creation/discovery of a new fault line. AND my prediction of many quakes in the heartland of the USA and other non-traditional spots -- the Oklahoma quakes. And the Indonesian volcano, though there are worse to come soon, too. Ta-da. Don't fergit my blizzard warning...just received a vibe about a giant WHIRLPOOL in the sea, too...predicted to my family that it will be discovered our planet and solar system "rotates into" both "germs" and WEATHER...then seemingly got the first part of that prediction validated about some sort of space-born lifeforms raining down onto the planet? More to come, if received...</span></b><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-56900980260356981292010-09-07T00:02:00.000-05:002010-09-07T00:02:00.089-05:00Cruel Rant and For Autumn Birthdays, A Vintage Postcard<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Here is the original and a hue-altered version of a pretty vintage copyright-free postcard design.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Click it to get it to load up a larger version.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I love the unusual colors of autumn mums -- I go for the really weird colors, the russets and such -- well, I "go for them" mentally, it's been years since I could indulge in actually getting a pot of mums, even at Walmart prices. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Oh my dears, the money that once ran though my hands...*sigh* -- well actually ,that ran through various menfolks's hands as I watched admiringly, never clever enough to get any for my dear and most precious self...lol...</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">Which brings me to a rant </span></b>-- calling myself Precious a la Gollum in the Lord of the Rings series of books brought it to mind -- *gag*</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>It's the habit of some bloggers -- even some of my dear bloggie <span style="color: #4c1130;">FRENS</span> -- to call themselves or their loved ones by idiotic and frankly stomach-churning names...</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">For example, they might refer to their sons and grandsons as "Superboy" and "Soccergenius," or "Grander #1" or "Grander #5" or "Bestest Grandboy" or other repulsively indulgent terms...</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">They hit their stride with their daughters and granddaughters -- witness monikers along the lines of "Prettykins" and "Dear Dolly Dumplin' Daughter" and "Giggle Girl" and "Sweetsieroo" -- </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But where they become truly nauseating -- making me get out my Sig Sauer and look at it longingly -- is when they discuss their husbands -- you know my temper about husbands -- </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This is the sort of thing that makes a woman put on a bandolier and run amok, virtually, anyway -- these sorts of flattering nicknames for what is, after all, little better than a danged ol' skunk -- A HUSBAND --</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manly Man</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sir Abs-A-Lot</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mister Muscles</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mister Nibbles</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mister "What Have You, As Long As It Is Dreadfully Twee"</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Man</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Boy-Man</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Manboy?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Him (THIS ONE IS REPULSIVELY POPULAR)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Cuddle-Fish</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Cuddler</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Lovebot</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Herminator</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The Himinator</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Love Bucket</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dreamboat</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">etc etc etc</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Excuse me now, I have to go see what Mr. Skunky-Wunky and The Nifty Nerd want for breakfast...</span><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-76534706309130226112010-09-06T00:01:00.003-05:002010-09-06T00:01:00.862-05:00Before and After, and Welcome Sign<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I hope bloggie fren Amrita does not mind my featuring an old snapshot (remember that term?) of her family as shown on her blog, <b><a href="http://yesugarden.blogspot.com/">Yesu Garden</a></b>. You really ought to go visit there, she's very entertaining! Even when crabby, she's very droll. Not that she's ever <i><b>really</b></i> crabby!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm just showing that sometimes a cherished old photo can be enhanced digitally. I like the old look of vintage things, but sometimes a person wants their family photos to be a bit clearer or less faded. I have "corrected" hundreds of photos for folks on the side, always free of course. There are also those who do this professionally and who likely use their Photoshop program to do so -- at $1400 for the program, I can see why they would charge. </span><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-46290235755060554362010-09-05T00:01:00.000-05:002010-09-05T00:01:01.421-05:00Every Leaf A Flower<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Someone said that. It isn't original with me. Something about autumn being a second spring, with every leaf a flower.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Poetical!</div><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-79012140689890224392010-09-04T00:01:00.000-05:002010-09-04T00:01:00.777-05:00On the Very Edge of Autumn<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This young witch looks like she is ready to take off and fly like an autumn leaf on the wind.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Altered from a lovely vintage painting that bore the title, "The Witch." The style should be familiar to me, but I don't know who painted it.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-58839578039022943152010-09-03T00:01:00.003-05:002010-09-03T00:01:02.846-05:00Autumn Poem by George Cooper<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I really like many of the old-fashioned poems. Just pretty or lighthearted poems.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This one is called "October's Party," and it is very gladsome. I like the capitalization of the tree names. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But let us not delve into why I am putting up an October poem in September. Let me just say that it is a personal triumph to be able to post anything, and that also my brains are addled by placing thousands of Hallowe'en cards up in stores.</div><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-32639636190075312772010-09-02T00:01:00.000-05:002010-09-02T00:01:00.974-05:00Book Harvest<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I like the Laura Ingalls Wilder books -- the Little House series. I know, many places have them banned. So absurd! But I was delighted to find that for all these years, I had missed reading one of them, and now I have it in my hot lil' hooves. How delightful to sit in a pool of lamplight and cozily read something absorbing! </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This harvest picture also struck me as very cozy. It is altered from the original vintage, copyright-free painting. Right-click to save. It gets bigger when regular-clicked, too.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-25077170554717743082010-09-01T00:01:00.001-05:002010-09-01T00:01:01.826-05:00Pumpkinless Pie and Persimmon Rose Calling Card<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">September, dearies. This is just a vintage calling card that has been altered to have an autumn hue. Click it to enlarge.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In the meantime, here is that yam pie of which I tweeted. I put this up last year or year before, during the Great Pumpkinless Season, which has morphed into No Pumpkins, The Sequel.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">If you don't have enough time to cook them all the way, take them out and zap them some.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Add in some spices. I added in pumpkin pie spice and threw in extra cinnamon and ginger, but better TOO BLAND than TOO SPICED because you can always dust it with more cinnamon when done if needed.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It will flatten down nicely when cooled. This is a pioneer-style pie</span>.<br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-39105051790939157972010-08-31T00:01:00.001-05:002010-08-31T00:01:01.551-05:00We'll Have A Cup<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Here is my shortened version of a pretty teatime image from long ago. I like that lil' footstool the girl on the left is using. Only one slice of cake is gone. Someone has willpower.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She is lifting that heavy pumpkin with ease. Mayhap she has a future in a grocery store produce department, or it's a diet pumpkin -- you know, "lite."</div><br />
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This is such a charming vintage picture of a little angel who looks a bit exasperated.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It looks to me that she could be used in many situations!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mayhap she is dismayed at your blog's lack of comments?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Or that something didn't turn out well?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Or that she has to watch over goof-balls all the time?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Or that the rose seems to be a bit tired? </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>EARLY DEEP SNOWFALL</b> through much of the country. WAY EARLY. A blizzard. Dipping down, down, down into the continent. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">People's eyes will be as big as saucers. People's saucers will be as big as eyes -- no, scratch that last one.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-61252248068331421432010-08-27T00:01:00.004-05:002010-08-27T00:01:00.514-05:00Tag Yer It and More Gloomy Blog Talk<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And here we have a small tag welcoming autumn.<br />
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<b style="color: #990000;">Before I slip into my Ol' Gloom and Doom mode, the giveaway winner!!! It's someone very lovely indeed -- CYNDI/Frstyfolk of ByLightOfMoon! </b><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I would like to weigh in on my assertion yesterday that blogging is a form of communication that is on the way out. But I don't wish to hurt feelings, either, and a full expression of my perceptions would likely do that.<br />
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<b>I think Anvilcloud is very much onto something</b> with his comment: "Perhaps you're right, but I wonder if with FB etc it's just the purely social aspect that is dwindling. Maybe content-based and/or creative blogs will continue to flourish. Who's to know?" [Apologies to Anvilcloud for any embarrassment associated with being associated with any of my thoughts.]<br />
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Yes, I think a few content-based blogs will remain -- as team-based mega-blogs hidden behind a single public persona, like a digital version of Betty Crocker. I write for one, you know. Of course, I know you didn't know. But I ghostwrite quite a bit. For a made-up person. I do his blog posts. It's a bit underhanded of me, yes. Several people are writing for this made-up person.<br />
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As for the creative blogs -- I have my doubts as to their longevity. There's only so much poetry and so many artsy photos a person can stand without picking up bad habits, like the Jack Daniels bottle.<br />
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And I realize that many bloggers/blog readers are at a very different place than I am, in terms of years spent doing it, and also that others blog for different reasons than I do. <b>This is a wonderful situation where everyone is right, no matter their opinion </b>[crosses fingers under computer desk].</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As I have maintained through half a dozen years of running daily blogs under as many personas -- if you are happy with the experience, it is a success, for you.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">For me olde self, my path will undoubtedly diverge in the not-too-distant future, or so the vibes say. And you know how trusty my vibes are. I truly live by them. But that's my path, and has no bearing upon any other bloggers' paths. </span><br />
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<b>All fashions pass, whether they be fashions in literature, dress, decor, food -- what have you.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Choral music, caroling, bowling leagues, badmiton, croquet on summer evenings, galas, clapping chalk erasers, molded gelatin desserts, aluminum Christmas trees, convertibles, pickled pigs' feet, poetry, essays, dial phones, corn-shucking parties, girls in pigtails, African violets on the windowsill, bow ties, big families. All once staples of a middle-class life; now, just memories, in great part.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And, blogs.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I've been blogging many, many years, under many different personas. And every year summers were slow, but the "feel" of the blogging world was different. It was just a temporary slow-down. This past year, I detected a vibe that wasn't there before: Blogs are dying. Considered passe. The worm has turned. It's no one's fault. It just is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm my usual "cheerful" self today, m'dears. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">IF the idea of blogs dying out distresses you, consider whether it is just part of the ebb and flow of life. Or, consider taking action to boost bloggies -- interaction is the lifeblood of blogging. But I'm not sure any infusion of energy can help at this point. </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I've been lucky, myself. But I feel it all coming to a grinding halt. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just something to ponder.</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You can't get into autumn unless you have your ticket.<br />
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And you can "use" these tickets to enter the giveaway! Just leave any comment, but if you feel like chattin' a bit TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE AUTUMN FOOD! Like candy corn, or punkin pie or cranberry sauce or, in my case, all of it.<br />
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<b>Giveaway is a 2010 "Halloween Food, Fun and Crafts" recipe booklet and a package of 8 Hallowe'en cards from last year that I just found stuck way back in the back of a shelf and boss said I could keep -- too late to scan them out fer credit to the company -- "Get rid of 'em," she said...</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I don't know when I'll pick the winner -- I pick a name out of the hat -- you can enter on this post every day till I do...the recipes are really amazing in the booklet...<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I make a "Wassail" out of apple cider with a can of jellied cranberries melted in it -- drink it with a clove stuck in yer mouth between cheek and gum, like yer chewing tobaccy -- it's awfully good...</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A few years back I got the idea that chewing tobacco must be tasty -- snuck a piece of so-called black cherry and tried it -- four hours later I was still laying on the porch, sicker than a dog. Husband just would come out and look and shake his head. A couple of times he threw some water on me and once I'm pretty sure I heard a laugh but it didn't much help. Sometimes I think I ain't quite right.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Here's a kitty, from an old napkin someone was smart enough to save back in the 50's.</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Really, is someone going to buy these cards? If you have no job, you don't want to spend money on a card! And if you're the recipient of an "I'm sorry for you" card, flipping it over and seeing that it ran the person $3.50 isn't likely to improve yer mood!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Tee hee.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Here's an apple.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-39718899338181245822010-08-21T00:01:00.001-05:002010-08-21T08:00:01.055-05:00Sidebar Doodad<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I saw a pretty, pastel type of doodad on another bloggie, and created my own (cover yer ears) autumnish version.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Right-click to save. It's a transparent-type image.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Some folks were wondering why I don't just edit the "publish date" when something loads out of order on my bloggie. It always happens that it's something that I probably really shouldn't have been publishing anyway, so I head that karmic hint and just throw it out. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Have a lovely weekend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Updated to INCLUDE the danged image!!! *laff*</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Alas, I not in the mood of rewrite it. So I'll just post the picture that went with it -- a lovely vintage work by a talented artist of the past.</span><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-18556623480977079732010-08-19T00:01:00.009-05:002010-08-19T00:01:01.202-05:00Help Make It An Early Fall<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Honestly, if all of ye would just go outside and bang on a tin pie plate with a bent mixing spoon and holler "Here, fall fall fall! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeere, fall fall fall" maybe the autumn winds would hear you and hurry on down. For best results, use a pie pan that you baked a pumpkin or apple pie in before, allrighty? Honeys, just try it! I'm desperate.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This woman wants autumn, and she wants it now, and she's going to wear fall leaves in her hair in August whether anyone likes it or not. Don't mess with her, she's got that bulldog jaw that means trouble. I would pay good money fer a nose like that, by the way. Trying to tape mine up with that white tape at night is not getting me anywhere. Just making my nose sticky with adhesive residue. My do-it-yourself dermabrasion didn't work too well, either, but at some point I think the skin will start healing.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And here's a nice autumn postcard that was, remarkably, originally a Christmas card. Click it and it will go to postcard size.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Holly, the Old Western Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06046366762069644586noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266423967824956377.post-72022361343302855592010-08-18T00:01:00.007-05:002010-08-18T19:38:49.962-05:00Hey Teacher, Leaf Those Kids Alone<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">From a vintage postcard entitled "Autumn Leaves Are Falling," an altered version to fit on a website. The original version is also included for those into that scrapbookin' life. Click the lower one to enlarge.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I know ye get sick of my weather-wondering, dearies, but this year is just so strange. I'm uneasy. The morning glories should just be beginning to bloom, but they are already done. The cicadas are singing such mournful dirges that I want to weep -- and they should have been singing a month ago.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Will it be a severe winter? I think so.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">By the by, as to my predictions, woke up with a start the other night and felt there was a large earthquake going on somewheres, so quickly grabbed the Blackberry and wrote my thought in the Memo Pad app. And had "proof" to show my husband when he asked the next morning if I had predicted the earthquake that had, indeed, happened during the night. But I'm also predicting a HUGE quake, like an 8.0, and the discovery of a new faultline system. I feel the huge quake may be in the Alaska area. </span><br />
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