Linda Hartranft's Profile

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Growing up in the 1950s saw me experiencing two very different worlds...the old one that was quietly disappearing from the landscape of American life (that was the one I enjoyed upon staying at the home of my grandparents), and the modern one that I lived most of my days with my thirty-something mother and father and younger brother.

MumMum and PapPap, as I called them, didn't have a telephone as we did at our house. Fortunately, they lived across the road and a just few houses up, so they were near enough that, if the idea of a shopping trip was in the offing, either my mum or my grandmother could step out on her porch and call the other's name--in as loud a voice as she could muster. I'm sure my mum wished her parents would get a phone--though I never heard her say it. They never did though. I guess they saw no need for one.

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  • Born on November 27
  • Joined October 22, 2011

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Old battered barn wood, old worn furniture with chipped paint, ephemera, quilts, old flowered wallpaper, fabric with tiny flowers

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NostalgicHome
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Growing up in the 1950s saw me experiencing two very different worlds...the old one that was quietly disappearing from the landscape of American life (that was the one I enjoyed upon staying at the home of my grandparents), and the modern one that I lived most of my days with my thirty-something mother and father and younger brother.

MumMum and PapPap, as I called them, didn't have a telephone as we did at our house. Fortunately, they lived across the road and a just few houses up, so they were near enough that, if the idea of a shopping trip was in the offing, either my mum or my grandmother could step out on her porch and call the other's name--in as loud a voice as she could muster. I'm sure my mum wished her parents would get a phone--though I never heard her say it. They never did though. I guess they saw no need for one.

And then there was cutting the grass. My modern Daddy had the new-fangled invention for doing that--the power mower. It sure made a lot of noise, and we kids were warned to stay away from it, lest we get hurt. My Pap, on the other hand, cut his large yard with a push-mower--where the only power being exerted was his own. He sweat a lot, but never complained. Sometimes he even let me get in on the fun of mowing by allowing me to get in under his arms between him and the mower and "helping" him push--my little hands in between his two big ones on each side. Helping Pap was great fun!

And the laundry! I noticed early on that MumMum's stack of folded towels was much shorter than those at home, and the towels were stiff and kind of scratchy. At our house, my mother had an electric drier which made her towels come out all soft and fluffy, but they also took up lots more space in the linen closet. My MumMum hung every bit of her wash on the numerous clotheslines that criss-crossed the fartherest end of their back yard. How I loved being at her house on washday, playing in and running through all the sheets and towels blowing in the breeze, fragranced so sweetly by MumMum's Ivory Snow and sunshine!

The distinctions of those two worlds were not lost on me. Even the homes of grandparents--or other older friends and relatives--smelled differently than those of their adult children. Not in a bad way, mind you, just different. And their TV's! If they even had one--they were old-fashioned, with really small screens (and ALWAYS black and white, even after the younger folks had color). And yet, they seemed to always have really HUGE radios--the kind that was actually a piece of furniture and took up one whole corner of the living room. That was a puzzle, indeed, which I pondered, while often helping MumMum dust all it's little knooks and crannies, and occasionally, all the dozens of fascinating items on her knick-knack shelf.

"A bittersweet longing for things and people and situations of the past"...yes, that aptly describes how I feel about my childhood home and the home of my grandparents. Many a time I have wished I could take my own four children (now grown) on a trip somehow, to visit my life back then. There is an indescribable simplicity and sweetness to it that I wish so much I could pass on to them!

It's funny, now, that the things of everyday life so common in both parts of my world in those days are actually grouped together and known by one and all as "vintage". Is it any wonder these things evoke in me a cherished memory? I am instantly carried back, if only for a moment, to those long-ago days where I got to sleep over at my grandparents' house, and helped my PapPap cut the grass, and dust my MumMum's many shelves of knick-knacks.

Here at NostalgicHome, I hope that, as you browse, you will find some memories stirred of your own, no matter what your age, whether you lived through these times I've described yourself, or whether you heard about them from someone close to you.

I hope you enjoy your visit. You just stay as long as you like, and browse to your heart's content. We don't lock the doors here...there's no need to. It was a simpler, sweeter, more innocent time. I hope you find that to be true...and enjoy your visit so much you will be back....

I wish you happy memories, Linda

SHOP OWNER BIO
Born in Southwestern Pennsylvania, during The Great Appalachian Snowstorm of November 1950***, Linda (Bowen) Hartranft, grew up outside of a small town south of Pittsburgh. After her marriage to Neal, she moved to the eastern part of the state, where they raised their family of three girls and one boy in and around his hometown. Linda's interests include reading, art, crafts, and "everything old" as was so aptly described in a plaque she found many years ago in a little shop in Lancaster County. In the center is what looks to be an old, handmade quilt, and around the quilt are written these words:
"I Love Everything OLD * Old Books * Old Movies * Old Quilts * Old Recipes * Old Toys * Old Manners * Old Friends * Old Times Remembered." That says it perfectly!

The banner for Nostalgic Home was designed and created by my talented eldest daughter, Laurie, to whom I am immensely grateful! The family photograph she used includes my mother at ten, nestled right in the middle, her brother on the far left, and my grandmother, "Mum-Mum" at age thirty on the far right.

Want still more vintage? Visit my daughters' Etsy shops:
dearmacyvintage <3 http://www.etsy.com/shop/dearmacy
VintageLancaster <3 http://www.etsy.com/shop/VintageLancaster

***http://encyclopedia.mitrasites.com/imgs/great-appalachian-storm-of-november-1950.html

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