Yesterday I was up digging through a drawer from Mother’s and found a few things. It kind of seems appropriate to post pictures today since, if you look at the two posts below, it is down memory lane day.

Great-Great Aunt Sara(h)

This is the envelope sent to Sarah who had married Sherman Malcolm, a travelling Encyclopedia Britannica salesman – I kid you not. He met her when she was teaching in Michigan. My grandmother thought he was a very nice man and gave her son Malcolm as a middle name. Sherman used to go out and ice fish on Aldrich Lake when he and Sara(h) visited  Grandma where she lived in the first decade of the century . . . and somewhat longer. That was the house that had been unoccupied for awhile and there was a rattlesnake nest in the basement.

And this is what came in the envelope from Bloomington – Sarah Wisler’s transcript from IU. She still had the “h” then. I guess as long as her father was paying her tuition, she had the “h” and dropped it later. I don’t know exactly when, but she did.

Here she is when she was older and on her second husband; at least I think this is Lloyd Dennis -she called him L.D. and so everyone else did as well. They liked to travel but came back a couple of times to stay with Grandma when I was little. L.D. and Aunt Sara where there off and on from when I was about one to four or five. I have a copy of “A Christmas Carol” she sent me from England in 1953. My dad said L.D. told him that he and Aunt Sara each thought the other one had money.

This is the front of a Christmas card LD. gave Aunt Sara and the inside is below . . . Beware.

I think L.D. had a different style than Sherman did.

Okie dokie, this plate did not come out of the drawer, but it was here and I took  pictures of it front and back; there are five others in the set. Great-great Aunt Sara(h) got them in Washington D.C. when she lived there and worked in the Veterans’ Administration. Don’t know where I’ll put them, but somewhere. Oh, my friends at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse are grumbling, not to mention my foes. I’ve got plates from Grandma Lydia too. Once when I was showing LZP the sugar jar, I lifted the lid and found a Fisher-Price man Quentin had dropped inside.