Memories

I decided to run down memory lane again.  This is the doorway into the living room from the dining room.  We called it the wishbone doorway.  The house is now just a shell and is crumbling but there were many, many memories and people that passed threw that door.  The wishbones were birds of every kind imaginable that they ate:  crow, chicken, owl, etc.  Big Dan boasted that he had eaten every kind of bird except blue jay.  Fortunately the wishbone doorway was salvaged and I have some of the bones at our cabin.  It was just a part of my childhood to see that wall and wonder about it all. 

This wall is to the right of the wishbone doorway.  You can see the bones on the left.  Of course all the pictures and stuff have passed on to family members a long time ago.  I believe the picture in the middle is of my great, great, great (maybe another great) grandparents.  The ruffle around his neck is not a ruffle but a white beard. 

Now we have Greatgranny at the end of the dining table where Greatgrandaddy always sat.  Behind her is a toaster oven where GGdaddy would toast his bread every meal, just for himself.  When we had meals the women (Greatgranny) would serve the men and children and then stand by to wait.  She would eat only after everyone else ate.  I ALWAYS thought that was wrong even as a young girl but that was they way it was.