In line with yesterday's post: this is the house where my grandparents lived for all the years I can remember. The photo crops out the living room to the left which had a picture window in the front and a fireplace on the side.
Before this place, they lived up the road in a little brick house with a pond behind it that was stocked with fish of some kind. They sold it to a man named Dollar, and the property was thereafter referred to as Dollar's Pond. They had an arrangement with the new owner that provided they could fish there any time they wanted, so we went fishing at Dollar's Pond every summer. I mainly just watched because I was afraid to bait my own hook, and Granddaddy, not a patient man, got tired of baiting it for me just so I could feed the fish with the worms.
And this is one of the dish-soap things my grandmother made. Closed, it looks like a little purse.
Opened, it holds a baby wrapped in blue cloth. I loved this thing enough to keep it all of these years.
And one more thing: Rich mentioned something about listening to me reading yesterday's post. Here I am reading it, fumbling now and then, so excuse that.