Rosie’s Diner/ Thursday Doors

My typical blogging has been to enter posts over at Norm 2.0 for Thursday Doors. Even though I’m a bit burned out this week with a stack of Christmas orders and am trying to meet deadlines, I’ll still participate. Thankful there are a few extra doors in my stash and so for posterity’s sake, I’ll add a photo here in a few lines. Mainly to say thank you to my aunt who feeds my habit of collecting stuff. Thanks Aunt Maybelle!

A Rosie's Diner salt and pepper shaker set resembling a 50's diner.
New addition to my Salt & Pepper Shaker collection

So the gift from Aunt Maybelle(she has her own tag from so much generosity) this time is a salt and pepper shaker set that happens to present itself with a pair of doors. I was unable to attend our family Christmas party this year due to a terrible stomach virus and dining anywhere outside my own doors at home was out of the question. But I truly appreciate the thought she and my uncle always give to me.

Hope you’ll check back next week as Norm has scheduled our post to be a Year’s Favorite Doors theme. Should be a fun look at 2018 doors. 




We go together like salt and pepper. They say.


I have a couple of these in a collection.Secretary.jpg

So more than a couple.

I recently had a new health inspector who hadn’t viewed these before and was forthcoming in his opinion that I share the story ‘inside’ this secretary for future generations. It was quite the opposite inspection visit I expected. I am taking his advice.

In case you’re curious, it survived a F3 tornado back in ’73. I have a post about it here.

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Old Rosin the Beau

Old is the key word here. I collect Old Stuff.

It was due to my Great Grandmother. The eldest daughter in each generation receives a Secretary/cabinet full of salt and pepper shakers. I am the 4th generation. I will pass it down to my eldest daughter who was the 5th generation 1st born daughter. If there’s never a girl born, I don’t know what will happen. The rule isn’t written down, just a tradition that’s been passed down. (oops, I guess it is now) But girls it is for now and after it goes to Rachel, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it 🙂 I’ve done my part. I have added many, many shakers to the collection in the last 28 years.

I bit of history about this cabinet……It survived the Good Friday tornado of 1973 . We had recently moved into our brand new 14 X 90 foot mobile home but hadn’t ‘tied down’ all sides of it, only partially. Considering the tornado that passed that day was an F3, I don’t think it would have mattered. Our home was a total loss and we only walked away with the clothes on our backs, except for the unpacked boxes still in the old Chrysler Dad drove. But this cabinet survived miraculously. Probably because it was empty.  Here’s a link to that tornado’s path as well as several others in our state’s history. If you look at Sedalia, we’re pretty much a bull’s eye.

Fact: There were 5 of us jammed into that Old Chrysler, boxes and all; Daddy, Mother, my Uncle Neal, my baby sister, and I.  Daddy had the accelerator floored in ‘Reverse’ and the car wouldn’t budge. That’s because the rear end of the car was in the air. We watched our home flipped onto its side before our eyes and, somehow, we didn’t get flipped over in that car. Can you say “Divine Intervention”? We are most definitely thankful for it.