Every weekend Miss May would come over for fried catfish. Towards the end of the meal, if she had some ketsup left on her plate, she'd take another piece of fish. If she had a piece of catfish on her plate with no ketsup, she'd get a dab of ketsup. She said she always had to make it come out even! We laughed every single time about that!
I was "fixing" to start my sixth Brrrrr tree block, when I looked up and saw that my thread was almost gone. Figured I'd better look at the bobbin. It was almost empty, too.
Gosh, I haven't thought about Miss May in over 20 years. But I smiled today just remembering her always trying to make it come out even!
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What a fun, fun memory!
What a great memory. I chuckle when someone from the south calls me Miss, it's so much nicer than Ma'am!
Cute story. I have a friend who told me she and her husband had a similar routine when it came to pie and ice cream - always need to get more of the one that ran out first!
isn't it funny how memories come back
cute story....
hope you had more thread!
Kathie
Aw what a cute memory! I'll bet Miss may was a stitch. Looks like you maybe would've come out even. ;-)
Memories like that are the best! I have done that myself!
Lovely memory Vicky. And aren't you glad you hadn't chain piece severL dozen half square triangles with no thead...not that I have ever done that...nope, not me!
That's a sweet story. I'm glad you shared it!
I love how you call it "ketsup." Sweet story.
Oh, gosh, I didn't even notice how I spelled that. My "southern" came out on that word!!! :)
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