Born in Illinois, I grew up in Wilmette, a northern suburb of Chicago. I have one sibling, an older brother. I am married, for the 2nd time now, to Butch & got 4 children in the deal. They have gone on to make me grandmother 25 times over & great-grandmother to over 20!.
After many years working in industry, I got my bachelors and masters degrees in speech communication, & was a professor in that field for 13 years. I retired in 2001 & returned to school & got my doctorate in folklore. Now I meld my two interests - folklore & genealogy - & add my teaching background, resulting in my current profession: speaker/author/entertainer of genealogically-related topics. I play many folk instruments, but my preference is guitar, which I have been playing since 1963. I write the "Aunty Jeff" column for the Informer, newsletter of the Jefferson County NY Gen. Soc. I work in partnership with Gena Philibert-Ortega & Sara Cochran as Genealogy Journeys® where we focus on educating folks about Social History. More about that: genaandjean.blogspot.com. More on our podcasts: genjourneys.podbean.com. More about my own projects: Circlemending.org.
Remember any of these? These sit on the shelf in the "frog room" (the kids' room) at our house - nice and high and away from little fingers. Ah, memories.
Yep, they do, and they are the first things those "little fingers" think they want to touch and grab!! Good thing you don't have anything they can use to climb up there!!!
Well, most frogs in that room are fair game. Otherwise, the rule is "if you have to climb on something to get a toy or object, you need to come get Grandma!" And we review the rule every visit. Some of the things I let them play with (usually with close supervision, though).
I had a painted knitting spool, but also used the home-made sort like GrannyPam. I can't remember what you were supposed to make with all those long knitted tails though...
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The knitting spools look interesting. I had that, but it was actual nails driven into actual spools. I don't believe I ever saw it packaged for sale.
ReplyDeleteYep, they do, and they are the first things those "little fingers" think they want to touch and grab!! Good thing you don't have anything they can use to climb up there!!!
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, I still remember the time that Anya "accidently" took one of the frogs!!
ReplyDeleteWell, most frogs in that room are fair game. Otherwise, the rule is "if you have to climb on something to get a toy or object, you need to come get Grandma!" And we review the rule every visit. Some of the things I let them play with (usually with close supervision, though).
ReplyDeleteI had a painted knitting spool, but also used the home-made sort like GrannyPam. I can't remember what you were supposed to make with all those long knitted tails though...
ReplyDeleteI see those pickup sticks - my sister and I played for hours on the linoleum floor of the old house we grew up in Inglewood, CA.
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