What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Bye, Bye Baby Bunting

I bought this wonderful old book at a sale last weekend. It is called "A Child's World" and actually is a set of six volumes, but I only found the first volume. It is full of wonderful old children's stories. The graphics are so bright and absolutely wonderful. Well, all but one,t hati s. See the Mom and the sweet little baby - looking out the window awaiting Daddy to come home and make everything okay? But, wait, what's THAT? Daddy in the woods with a shotgun aimed at a BUNNY? What sort of a childhood nightmare are they rying to make? Eh, gads!

Happy Hunting this weekend. N(ot bunnies, bargains!)
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  1. oliveoyl6410:03 PM

    That is sick and twisted. Now days someone would jump on that for its political incorrectness.

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