In desperate need of laundry and grandparent spoiling, PDG and I recently took a little trip to the beautiful Shenandoah Valley. It was relaxing and pleasant, and as usual, led to a new discovery of an old treasure.
Mama H is really good at holding onto things. Perhaps it's the fact that my parents have lived in their home since the 70's (unlike J-Man and I who have no idea what laying down roots is supposed to mean) so they haven't had to purge on a yearly basis.
This particular visit led to two things - the swing and the food grinder. The swing above was bought back in the 80s for yours truly, and Big Sis had a bout of nostalgia remembering pushing me in this exact same spot. PDG seemed to love it. You know, until he didn't. But that's how things go with him.
The food grinder was also pretty amazing. Well before baby bullets Mama H apparently just took that around and whatever she planned on eating she would also grind some up for us babies. It sounded like a cheaper solution than baby food without the choking fears of baby led weaning.
All in all a nice trip home. Plus, who doesn't love laundry that's been hung outside to dry?
So the crazy thing is that while I'm still in my 20's :) I was just a few years older than you to remember the food grinder and the red swing when a cute little girl named Nicole used it as a baby. Where does time go?!? It's so neat to see these memories passed down to another generation. Maybe one day I'll have little ones who can use it too :)
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