This past Sunday was a fun day - my friend Lea, who is due any day now, had her baby shower. I hadn't seen her in a while, as she's super busy preparing for the baby Lily's arrival plus was on doctor-ordered bed rest for the last 6 weeks or so. She looked wonderful! Pregnancy definitely agrees with her. :)
I also got to see my friend Michelle, who I also don't get to see very often anymore (though she did come to our super-duper Garage Sale back in May). You see, I worked with both of these great ladies at The Reporter and now, none of us work there anymore. Ah, such is life, but it was just really great to get caught up.
I hadn't been to a baby shower in four years - I'm at that age where friends my age are done having kids and my younger friends are on their second or third (typically in the US, showers aren't given after the first child). It was a very well thought out party - events were spaced perfectly and the food was AMAZING (oh yeah - in Wisconsin, you'd better have a large buffet at your party or people will wonder what's wrong with you).
Here's the thing - while it may have been Lea's party, somehow I was the one that was showered with amazing stuff! Check out these wonderful letters:
Fantastic, right? They're all addressed to the same person, Miss Cecil Bartleson/Mrs. Jack (Cecil) Pittles. They range in date from 1930 to 1958. Lea had gotten these for me when she went to the Princeton Flea Market last year and had been keeping them for me. Some are hilarious, and one is heartbreaking (see right). When Lea's mom Julie handed these to me, Michelle and I both dug in right away and started reading them. We agreed that the gossip hasn't changed in the last 80 years, only the method by which it's delivered. It's amazing to me how many letters people wrote back then, but I think these people were farmers and even in the Thirties, it's questionable as to whether they had a phone or not. Even if they did have a phone, I'm sure it was a party line! It was probably easier (and cheaper!) to just write a quick letter.
Then, after the party was over, Michelle says, "Hey, I have some old newspapers for you if you want them, plus some stuff we found in our house while we were remodeling." IF I want them? Yes, please! And again, "some" is an understatement!
I am happy that I could return the favor in the form of baby gifts for Lea and a mound of handmade papers for Michelle, but I still feel like I won the lottery for the day. Thank you, ladies! SO nice to see you again! :D