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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

I do not think I have ever laughed so hard OUT LOUD while reading anything. This is not an exaggeration. I'm going to have to reveal that the laughter (which also came with tears - of recognition and missing my own long line of Yankee relatives, who's stories and odd attic objects I keep piled mercilessly in the probably somewhat musty alcoves of my maybe too large heart and definitely too small home) - yes, so that laughter really was due to the fact that not just my ancestors but I myself am at least half your auntie violet... (Other half being of Jewish Pogrum-escaping and hyper expressive, overly creative Italian ancestry, among a heap of other mutt-making threads...) Hmmm.... And I just solved my own riddle here - maybe I laughed and cried at those lost bits of string because, well, I am made of them.

My daughter's have literally made fun of (and probably pulled their hair out over) the bits of string that I have named, made tiny houses for and continue to move from one of my gypsy homes to the next; daughters are, I'm sure, aware that they, like you and your ex, will be left to unearth their own unexpected relationships with this strange inheritance one day too.

Your vision is somehow totally irreverent, richly insightful, antagonistic, joy-making and overwhelmingly full of love, all at once. Thanks Marjie. You made my day. As usual.

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

Wait -- you were "difficult" even before I met you? And because inquiring minds want to know, I will inform you that Macassar was a kind of men's hair oil (think shiny flat 1920s hair) that stained furniture if one did not employ an anti-Macassar. There, aren't you happy now? Wonderful piece.

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Nov 15, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

Often wondered who Macassar was

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

Thanks, Melissa! I had to look up the word, and got this:

antimacassar

noun

an·​ti·​ma·​cas·​sar ˌan-ti-mə-ˈka-sər

: a cover to protect the back or arms of furniture (Found MANT sets in my DYMIL’s buffet - which she had never used, but inherited and dutifully saved). You’ll notice the definition is so succinct, it doesn’t bother to explain what ‘macasser’ is!

I think I need a cup of tea…in a thin bone-China cup with saucer!

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

Thanks! Got a kick out of this:

See also

Brilliantine

Brylcreem

Pomade

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

And who first told me about Macassar oil? My mother-in-law, decidedly not a Yankee.

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Oh, I know exactly what macassar oil was. Still doesn't excuse throwing out the box!

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

I can see every bit of this. And I FEEL your need for that tin, with it’s perfectly articulated label. It is more descriptive of a way-of-life than paragraphs of the best prose could ever be.

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I have a book called "String Too Short to Be Saved." It's about "Recollections of summers on a New England farm." I can see a New England connection here. I wonder if they have similar boxes in California. Or Oregon. Or Florida.

My mother didn't have one, but she had a box full of ribbons. And one of buttons I spent hours studying and comparing when I was a small kid.

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That’s fantastic!

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Nov 17, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

CANNED ASPARAGUS???!!!

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

DEYMIL!

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

Fantastic

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

Pieces of string too short to use... I can’t even...

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

Made my day, Marjie!!! Fabulous!!!!

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Great back-story :-)

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Nov 9, 2022Liked by Marjie Alonso

(To be clear, she was not yet two of those things.) Got a good chuckle from that one and many other comments throughout the post!

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