When I was a very a teenager, many moons ago, I often visited my grandparents on week-ends. I stayed from Friday evening until Sunday evening. I packed enough "stuff" to always prompt my dad to ask how long I planned to stay! I took my record player and lots of records (45's). Now I am dating myself! I packed several bottles of nail polish and a bottle of remover. Always movie magazines. Lots of writing paper and my trusty Shaeffer fountain pen. Several changes of clothing. My busy work, usually knitting. All this for a week-end. Such memories. When I go to work, I always pay attention to other people walking in. The women always have a purse and a tote bag of some sort. The men are empty handed. Amazing, how can the men stand to be parted from their "stuff"?? Back Home | Index | Notification | Webcam | Dreams | Mood Swings | Tea Leaves Books | Music | Reflections | Guestbook | Postcards | Web Design Copyright © 1998 Willa G. Cline