“Fine Things are reservoirs for the heart.” — Fennel Hudson, British author
I never actually liked the pink pony. It was plastic. Too plastic. Its size made it awkward to store. Too awkward. And, it was really pink. Too pink.
No, I didn’t like it. But, it was sure hard to see it go into the last basket of toys to leave our house.
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After a long career writing for local newspapers — and, on rare occasions, for publications such as The Washington Post — Nora's word life is now focused on blogging and occasional writing projects of special interest. Also the author of several books, Nora lives in Appalachia with her husband and a goodish dog named Finn, who is delighted whenever the family's two adult daughters are home from college.
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Somebody must’ve liked that plastic pink pony….
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Ah, they surely did. Pink lipstick has now won their hearts. 🙂
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I have saved some of my children’s favorites for grandchildren to have to play with at grandma’s house.😊
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We have, too! Well, more the books than the toys. I think the girls were just really ready to see this bit of stuff go. (The china tea sets are staying perpetually…)
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Bitter sweet.
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Sigh. Yes. And, it’s odd how one item can pack so much emotion, isn’t it? I never thought it would be THAT one that would really get to me. 🙂
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