Hidden History #27 – An Old Wooden Cane

Resting comfortably

Resting on the park bench is an old wooden cane. 

Along with the luggage, glasses, and open book you may get the feeling someone is waiting for the train or just enjoying an afternoon in the park.

All together they evoke a feeling, individually not so much.

Except to those with insider knowledge that the cane actually belonged to my uncle who lived with my mother and I after my dad died.

Most visitors just see a cane, but I see family history.

Have a wonder-filled day,

Donna Flanagin

Flanagin’s Bulk Mail Service

Random me:  Daily routine,  one cup cream and sugar.

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Hidden History #26 – Fashions by Inez

Fashions By Inez

I remember my mother doing a lot of sewing in my childhood. 

She sewed clothes, slip covers, drapes and costumes. 

What she is most remembered for is sewing Barbie doll clothes. 

Even with her arthritis crippled hands, she was able to sew the tiniest of patterns.

It was only fitting that she we honor her by being the entrepreneur of our dress shop on Main Street.

Thanks mom for passing down some of your sewing skills to me.

Have a wonder-filled day,

Donna Flanagin

Flanagin’s Bulk Mail Service

Random me:  I sewed my costume from scratch for the Fairy Glad Mother.

The Fairy Glad Mother, Ronald McDonald and Ella Seaswirls

Hidden History #25 – The Bakery

Swedish Bakery

By design the bakery is not just any bakery but it is a Swedish Bakery.

From the shingle to the items for sale, it has a Swedish flair.

Why?

The hidden history meaning…. Doug and I are both 1/2 Swedish. Thus are children are more Swedish than anything else.

Click here to view Hidden History #26

Have a wonder-filled day,

Donna Flanagin

Flanagin’s Bulk Mail Service

Random me:  My first pair of skates were the steel skates with the skate key.  If you’re old enough you know what I’m talking about.

Hidden History #24 – The Knob

This door knob holds years of memories

It has meaning to me, but no one else would have any idea.

The door knob on the bakery is the actual door knob from my bedroom door as a child.

Who knew when the hardware in the house was updated that the old knob would find such a meaningful home?

Not me.

Click here to view Hidden History #25

Have a Wonder-filled Day,
Donna Flanagin

Flanagin’s Bulk Mail Service

Random me:  I do not have a green thumb.

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