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Flashback Friday



Todays Flashback picture is probably from "who the Hell knows'.  Early 90's?  On the right is the current Mrs. Blythe, barely visible because of the lighting.  That beauty on the right is Mrs. Wombie.  The setting: the back porch of the old home in Seaton.  One of the ongoing seasonal tasks Herb undertook was to put plastic on the screening so this place could continue to be a hub year around.   This was likely a Christmas get-together.  The current Mrs. Blythe appears to be trying to keep warm and Mrs. Wombie is clad in a comfy heavy sweater.  It was the place to go smoke or simply get away from the hubbub.  Thus the kind of glowering looks when someone comes bounding down the steps to take a snapshot.

There isn't much more to say about this second in time except that Mrs. Blythe is wearing a snappy black dress with coral colored roses.  One of my favorites.  Oh, and one other thing.  See those gallon milk jugs on the table in the back?  Those contain popcorn.  One of our neighbors in the East End was Doc Kingry.  He brought over these jugs every fall.      

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