Woman's Day and Flowers

Memory Lane via Woman's Day

While trying to organize my ever increasing supply of quilting magazines, I came across a couple of Woman's Day magazines from 1970 and 1972 that Barbie sent home with me.  Wow!  These magazines are 40 years old and only cost 20/25 cents!

I couldn't resist sitting down and browsing through them, just like I did 40 years ago.  Honestly, when I opened the pages it was like they had never left my hands.  They transported me back in time to when I was a young housewife with four kids underfoot.  

Remember the Collector's Cook Book?  I used to save these all the time even if I didn't make the recipes.  I always had good intentions.

They were advertising the Encyclopaedia Britannica.  No Internet.

. . . And cigarettes for women.  It was not that long ago that smoking was very acceptable.  Look at that picture; no wonder we wanted to smoke. 

  Charlie Brown!  I forgot that you could find him and Snoopy in Woman's Day.  Charles Shulz wrote a whole story, six magazine pages long, for this edition.  

How many remember making ponchos for their kids?  I do!

How about those hats?  The patterns are right in magazine if anyone is interested.  

If we didn't have rain, we wouldn't have flowers . . . 

These hydrangeas belong to the neighbour, but I get to enjoy them when I walk out my side door.

The rain beat down my poor little rose.  

Common Name - Gooseneck Flowers 

Scientific Name - "Spreadallovertheplace"

Rose of Sharon is starting to bloom.  

My little yard is not always the best kept yard; lots of weeds are taking over by the fence.  I am afraid to work out there this time of year since I have caught poison ivy or poison oak twice while pulling weeds.  Miserable experience!  Both times I had to get cortisone from the doc to clear it up, so must have an allergy.  However, I can still isolate the beauty of the flowers with my camera.  Enjoy!

As I have practiced it, photography produces pleasure by simplicity. I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced. The moment is held until someone sees it. Then it is theirs. ~ Sam Abell