Our life in Oregon's Willamette Valley bounded by the Cascade Range to the east, the Oregon Coast Ranges to the west, and the Calapooya mountains to the south.
Rabbit helps boost up Piglet to try out his new bed. It looks like Piglet will need a step stool.
Rabbit is shocked up to his ears when Piglet starts jumping on his new bed.
Pooh rushes over to suggest Piglet check out his bed by getting under the covers. Then he gently gets him all tucked in.
Then they ask Piglet if it is just right? Piglet agrees it is a fine wee bed.
It was decided that the club house needed more comfortable sleeping arrangements for Pooh and Piglet. Rabbit wasn’t sure about it, and thought he would wait and see how Pooh’s bed turned out first. Roo was comfy in his mother’s pocket, and Eeyore had his rug. Tigger never stayed in a bed, because he was too bouncy. Owl could only be comfortable at home in his own bed. So they solicited for two beds, mattresses, pillows, linens, and a special quilt for each bed. The club members took a field trip to watch some of the work being done. Pooh decided to test the bed while he was there.
The designer told them that the quilt was made to look like the hundred acre woods, with some blue sky peeping through the pine branches, some buzzing bees, and thoughts of “hunney.” It was made for the largest bed that would be Pooh’s.
The bed was delivered to the club house the next day complete with all the trimmings.
Pooh gave the bed a thorough inspection. Everything seems to be just as it should be. He tried the bed out on both sides of the room. Did you notice Pooh sporting a brand new vest? While he was visiting the designer’s workshop, she noticed his vest was a bit tattered, so he got a beautiful new one. After all, it is only proper for a bear of his notoriety. Pooh decided to get Rabbit and Piglet’s opinion of the first bed.
They thought it was a splendid bed.
They told Pooh they couldn’t be sure, of course, until they laid down on it. Rabbit almost fell asleep, but Piglet was bothered. He wondered if he could try the bed by himself.
It was just as he feared. It w-w-was way too b-b-b-big!
Rabbit had to agree. Yes, indeed, it would never do. They decided to call the designer immediately and request the second bed be made smaller. After Rabbit and Piglet decided to explore in the woods, Pooh thought he should crawl in the bed under the quilt and perhaps even take a nap. What an exciting day it was.
Oh my…mumbled a sleepy bear, this is so cozy. And thoughts of bees buzzing in the pine trees soon had him sleeping soundly. Come back later to see what Piglet’s bed is likel
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It’s a Scrapbook Celebration!
Yes, on May 2, National scrapbooking Day, you can join thousands of other makers of scrapbooks honoring their craft that dates back hundreds of years. Scrapbooks enabled people to preserve all their treasured scraps of news clippings, personal notes, memorabilia, tokens, souvenirs, photos. Literally anything that could be stuck to a page in an album.
My grandma Jenny was the first person I knew who kept a scrapbook. It was a big heavy album with the two covers held together with screws. I would estimate that she started keeping her book sometime in the 1920’s. If we went to her house for a dinner, and the weather was too bad to go outside to play afterwards, we begged her to get out her scrapbook. We would squeeze together on the couch and start looking at her keepsakes. She would tell us about the people in the photos, or explain why she kept things. One of her children died in childhood, and some of the school crafts he made for her had been saved. There were obituaries, and other news articles. Ribbon banners from caskets. One particular newspaper article we relished having her read it to us, featured our father, when he was a young lad, playing with fireworks by the river dock. The explosion caused quite a commotion, because the paddle wheel river boat was docked there at the time. The reporter spared no words on the incident, and what he missed Grandma filled in for us.
I have made more than a few scrapbooks over time, but none of mine carried the charm, and excitement we experienced on the couch with grandma telling her stories about the items in her scrapbook. Perhaps we should put less effort in getting a color coordinated layout, and just start filling heavy paper pages that age over time with lots of tape and paste preserving our stories as life rolls.