Honoring Daddy : One of my Christmas presents was a bike!!

Monday, January 16, 2012

One of my Christmas presents was a bike!!

Since I lived in the country for about 4 years my bike there was a "four-wheeler." When we moved back to the city I couldn't ride the "four-wheeler" so I asked for a bike for Christmas to ride around the neighborhood. So I got to go and pick out what kind of bike I wanted. I love vintage stuff so I wanted an vintage bike. I felt like a little kid getting her first bike! Which I do remember receiving my first bike on my 6th birthday. :)

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Hana - MarmotaJanuary 23, 2012 at 8:36 AM
It's a very nice bike! I like that colour.
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Erica MeluginJanuary 31, 2012 at 5:30 PM
Loooove your blog!! :)
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The Homespun Dress

Oh, yes, I am a Southern girl,
And glory in the name,
And boast it with far greater pride,
Than glittering wealth or fame.

We envy not the Northern girl,
Her robes of beauty rare,
Though diamonds grace her snowy neck,
And pearls bedeck her hair,

Chorus ---- Hurrah! Hurrah!
For the sunny South so dear;
Three cheers for the homespun dress
The Southern ladies wear!

The homespun dress is plain, I know,
My hat's palmetto too;
But then it shows what Southern girls
For Southern rights will do.
We send the bravest of our land,
To battle with the foe
And we will lend a helping hand ---
We love the South, you know.

Chorus.

Now Northern goods are out of date;
And since old Abe's blockade,
We Southern girls can be content
With good that's Southern made.
We send our sweethearts to the war;
But, dear girls, never mind ---
Your soldier-love will ne'er forget
The girl he left behind.

Chorus.

The soldier is the lad for me --
A brave heart I adore;
And when the sunny South is free,
And when fighting is no more,
I'll choose me then a lover brave
From all that gallant band;
The soldier lad I love the best
Shall have my heart and hand.

Chorus.

The Southern land's a glorious land,
And has a glorious cause;
Then cheer, three cheers for Southern rights,
And for the Southern boys!
We scorn to wear a bit of silk,
A bit of Northern lace,
But make our homespun dresses up,
And wear them with a grace.

Chorus.

And now, young man, a word to you:
If you would win the fair,
Go to the field where Honor calls,
And win your lady there.
Remember that our brightest smiles
Are for the true and brave,
And that our tears are all for those
Who fill a soldier's grave.

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Monday, January 16, 2012

One of my Christmas presents was a bike!!

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