I have been gathering stuff for the "Remains of the Day"journal that I will start to put together. Sometimes I come across things that just make me smile.
The picture above is a very old tattered picture that my mother cut from the paper or a magazine of Greta Garbo--is it Greta Garbo?---well it was some very famous beautiful actress at the time in the early 1930's. Mama wanted to make the dress so she and her mother sewed the dress exactly as they could figure out. I can't remember what color she said it was.
This is the dress they made. Love the pose!
I am not sure if Mama wore it to a ball or anything but I imagine that she did.
I love this one....Mama was very beautiful...and oh so thin! How in the world did they all stay so thin back then? No processed junk food I guess..and they walked everywhere because they certainly did not have a car they could drive.
And last but not least, here I am at about 14 sitting on Cherie ( I called her "my Cherie Amour"), this beautiful Connemara pony. I am not sure if I had a first place ribbon here but I will just imagine to myself that it was. I don't know where the horse show was but I do remember that this beautiful horse had so many colors in her that she appeared to have a tinge of purple hue to her. I do remember also that she was so beautiful that she always caught the judges' eye. We rode for a farm called Rose Hill Farms located half way between West Point, Georgia and Pine Mountain. We didn't own the horses but we felt like they were ours. The saddle pad was kelly green as well as our ascots. We were quite sharp! I rode until I was about 17 and one day they had sold the farm and all of the horses. I still grieve to this day and we never knew why it happened. Good memories though.... and I SO hope horses go to heaven.
Thank you for letting me be sentimental for just a little bit. Have a wonderful Sunday and I hope you have a happy memory today!