Welcome to "Friendly Fill-Ins: Week 45"! You can find the fill-ins here and at 15andmeowing.com each Thursday. We post the linky on Friday, so we can all share. The first two fill-ins are provided by my great co-host, Ellen. The final two statements are offered by myself.
Thank you for joining us each week. Your participation makes this weekly event so much fun. I always look forward to your answers. Please try to visit everyone on the list. It is so very worthwhile. Thanks.
Maggie hopes to have her procedure next week, to find out what the mass in her throat is. The sneezing seems to be settling down. Please keep her in your prayers.
Enjoy your weekend. May it be wonderful in every way. Stay safe and enjoy the greening that is hopefully happening near you. 🍀
Did you think the questions were challenging this week? I did. Here are my completed fill-ins:
1. The oldest item in my home is my great-grandparent’s wedding portrait. It is from August 5, 1891, and is in its original frame with original glass. I have loved this as long as I can remember. Grandpa was 6’2; Granny was 4’8. In the portrait, she was standing and he was sitting, so you cannot see their size difference. Lionhearted, they both had a lot of pride and very strong wills. He was Welsh; She was Scots-Irish. I cherish this portrait.
Grandpa & Granny were lionhearted, especially as a couple.
2. The oldest item in my refrigerator is the heavy glass butter dish with lid, which is a necessity with cats. We have had a few who liked to indulge in butter, if they were allowed. Currently, it would be George.
3. My family heritage is “mongrel”. Legend has it that I am English, Welsh, Scots-Irish, German, Dutch, and Cherokee. My roots are mostly from the U.K. The sad thing is that my family tree was never preserved, with branches being piled up here and there, and even burned along the way. The stories that were handed down have been preserved mostly by me, but so much is unknown. Bill is half Hungarian and half English, but there are secrets there, too.
4. My favourite family tradition is the Southern flavour of life handed down from all of my ancestors. The best part of it was the storytelling, including colourful expressions. I am first-generation northerner, and the only one born in Chicago. My best years were “down yonder”, though. My childhood was steeped in Southern pride and traditions.
The learning in youth is the pretty learning.
Is e ‘n t-ionnsachadh òg an t-ionnsachadh bòidheach.
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