The other day, Barb (Ghost) posted that she likes to collect refrigerator magnets… and it made me think that it’s one thing I have a lot of that I haven’t really shared at all on my blog before. Since she encouraged me to rectify this, here’s a rare Thursday post dedicated to the many random magnets I’ve collected over the years that help hide the dirt on my icebox….
Yes, icebox. That’s what we always called fridges in my podunk town, and I still have to force myself to use the word fridge in more “enlightened” conversations. It’s a soda/pop thing.
The first thing you’ll notice in that picture above (other than my horrible attempt to Photoshop out my terrible housekeeping skills) is that I tend to stick any old thing with magnetic powers on the door. That’s why there are random ads for lawyers, repair places and hospitals that often come in with the new phone books (Yes, they do still print those). But there’s a few others that are a bit more unique…
The following photos are pretty crappy due to the poor lighting and need to be close enough to leave a shadow in order for my camera to focus right…
Here’s a little skunk magnet that we sold at Mecca once upon a time…
On my baseball trips I took throughout the Midwest in the early part of the decade, I often grabbed magnets of the states I was traveling though. The Indiana one is probably the neatest since it’s also a thermometer.
Four baseball “card” magnets that were part of a set I believe in 1994. Clockwise from top-left: Brian McRae, Greg Vaughn, Fred McGriff and Larry Walker.
After my Grandma died six years ago, when I was asked if there was anything I wanted from the house, after a lot of thought, the one thing I thought of was all of her fridge magnets… which I was fascinated with as a kid. Not all of them from my younger days were still there, but this “Smile” one advertising a local dentist (who is no longer in practice) was still there and now resides on my icebox.
An owl and a bear in a shoe… also from the Grandma collection.
Another of Grandma’s owls… this one swallowed a thermometer. Or maybe it was inserted in….. um, nevermind.
This was the one I most wanted back, because I bought it at a dollar store in 1999 and slapped in on my Grandma’s fridge that Christmas Eve. Me and my sisters always gave her a hard time about smoking… which she did finally quit for good in 2002.
A really old Pizza Hut magnet… probably from the early 90’s, maybe even late 80’s. And the crud on it betrays its age.
Those of you who’ve been around The Nest for a while probably are familiar with Gentlestitches, who I always called Aunt Sharon. She was one of my first regular followers, and she is the one who crocheted together the pair of Sponkies that you often see on my blog. She made a lot of other gifts for her friends at WordPress, and I was sad when she decided to quit blogging three years ago. This magnet came with one of the things she sent me… probably the Sponkies.
And I’ll leave you with some “Advice from a Squirrel.” So you don’t have to strain your eyes to read it….
- Look both ways when you cross the road
- Plan ahead
- Stay active
- Eat plenty of fiber
- Spend time in the woods
- Go out on a limb
- It’s OK to be a little nuts!