Remembering my First Bridge Partner and More 1989

It’s a good time to quilt on this bright “Hands All Around” quilt, as the day is dark and overcast.  It’s the right setting for reflecting.

Just recently I lost my bridge partner, and he was a master at the game.  One of the things I had always wanted to do was learn to play Bridge.  So after we moved back to the farm, Mr. and Mrs. F. V. Nichols learned of my desire and the fun quickly got underway.  John already played; however, in the last two years the four of us have enjoyed many hours together as we bid, went set and/or made the bid over and over.  In all the times we played this exciting card game with the Nichols, Louise was my partner only once — it was just not right for me to play without Nick being my partner.  What fun it was to answer a ringing phone and hear him say, “It’s your bid.”  Ah, such fond memories.  I’ll always remember my first Bridge partner.

In making one stitch after another, my mind darts from one remembrance to another.

So you remember when:
A Model T had to be backed up the mountain because it had no fuel pump?
Babies wore asafetida bags around their neck to ward off whatever?
Eight hours work was given for eight hours pay?
Churches had protracted meetings?
Schools had box suppers and cake walks?
Geraldine football was played in Dr. Parrish’s pasture?
Courting was done in a horse drawn buggy?
Cotton was plowed by “running around ” it with a mule and single stock, equipped with a sweep and scooter?
Bed linens were made from fertilizer and/or feed sacks?
Mama made gruel?
Milk had to be kept in the well to keep it cool?
Teacakes were kept in a flour sack?
Churning was done by hand?

If you can remember any or all of these you have dated yourself,  however, you are my kind of folks.  This is country living.