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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dirtybutter/MAjj/~3/i-PnleUZYtM/jesus-is-reason-for-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dirty Butter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com/2009/12/jesus-is-reason-for-season.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438314.post-1393669597768885651</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 12:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T11:58:44.861-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">citizenship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Alamo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dec. 7th</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Maine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pearl Harbor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">history</category><title>The Day that Will Live in Infamy</title><description>Today is December 7th. I wonder to how many people that means anything?? In case you're one of the ones who doesn't know what it represents, it's the day of the Pearl Harbor bombing during World War II. We've only had a few such dates that have rung out across the ages - Remember the Maine - Remember the Alamo - 9/11... Do YOU know what all of them mean? Do YOU commemorate them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm old enough to commemorate December 7th, and obviously 9/11. I don't have any trouble knowing the history of the Alamo, because I grew up to the Davy Crockett movies and TV shows. I remember the situation with the Maine during the Spanish American war, because historians suggest that the whole thing was "blown" out of proportion to drum up a war, so two rival newspapers could increase their circulation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad to think that such defining moments in history lose their importance to most people over time. I pray that the citizens of the United States will remember fallen heroes from past battles and value their history. If we don't learn from the past, we are destined to repeat it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16438314-1393669597768885651?l=yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dirtybutter/MAjj/~3/P_dvaBVeJv0/am-i-racist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dirty Butter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com/2009/09/am-i-racist.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438314.post-2098091351007423289</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T15:26:25.359-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Norma Khan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Imran Khan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">September 11th</category><title>LEST WE FORGET - One Life - NORMA KHAN</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is mostly a repost of my attempt to remember one of those who died on September 11th. I have chosen to repost it each September 11th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intentionally did not name her 13 year old son in the original memorial, because I am particularly cautious about children and the internet. But he's 21 years old now, and I wanted to see if I could find out how he's doing. So far I have not found anything specific, but I did find this &lt;b&gt;2001 article&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As reported in The News last week, Norma Khan, manager of member services for the Plumb-ing-Heating-Cooling Contractors — National Association (PHCC), was on board American Airlines Flight 77, which was hijacked and crashed into the Pentagon on September 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left behind a 13-year-old son, Imran. At its annual conference, PHCC decided to establish a scholarship fund for Imran Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no doubt of our industry’s continuing generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# To contribute to the Imran Khan Fund, send checks to the PHCC Educational Foundation, 180 S. Washington St., Falls Church, VA 22046. Please make checks out to the PHCC Educational Foundation Scholar-ship Fund, with a notation that the donation is for the Imran Khan Fund.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hoping that means this young man has either graduated from college or is very close to it by now. His mom has made the whole 9-11 tragedy very close to home for me, and I wish him the very best life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7677/275540441329211/1600/normakhan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7677/275540441329211/320/normakhan.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norma Khan was on American Airlines, flight 77, on her way home to Reston, Virginia, on September 11, 2001, when that plane was hijacked and aimed at the Pentagon. She was 45 years old. She had worked as an organizer for fundraiser programs for non-profit organizations, and had been heavily involved in the Reston Multicultural Festival, held each September in Reston. She was a single parent with a 13 year old son, Imran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people have left memorial comments on various 9/11 sites, praising Norma as a warm, loving woman who cared about people. She was a good mother to her son. There is no way that I can properly pay tribute to this lady that I did not know, but the many lives she touched during her lifetime are a living tribute to her that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to read more tributes written by bloggers to honor the 2,996 people who died tragically on 9/11, you'll find the whole list &lt;a href="http://www.brightandearlyblog.com/2996-mirror/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's a shame, but not all the links are any good any more, including mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16438314-2098091351007423289?l=yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dirtybutter/MAjj/~3/WxNE4b1QnNg/remembering-march-of-dimes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dirty Butter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com/2008/08/remembering-march-of-dimes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438314.post-5682787105676703274</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-09T17:23:09.362-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">board games</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">television</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hulu.com</category><title>FAMILY GAME NIGHT - A Thing of the Past??</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="DIRTY BUTTER ESTATES Vintage Collectibles Shoppes" href="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com/1960gameofstates.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dirtybutter.com/images/gameofstates042005xxx3.jpg" width="350"  align="center" vspace="20" alt="1960 GAME of STATES Family BOARD GAME Milton Bradley NM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Do you watch much television? Up until the change to digital I would have answered that as a yes, but we lost some of our favorite stations and that cut into our TV watching considerably. Then several weeks ago an electrical storm took out our Amplifier and Rotator on the antenna, and we don't get any station now. We have the parts to fix it, and are waiting for a cooler day to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we have watched a few of our shows on hulu.com and have been reading and working on the computers more. I say we, because dear hubby has reached the point where he is comfortable with his computer, and he really enjoys all the music he has found to listen to. So, most evenings we watch something from hulu for a couple of hours, but the rest of the day we each do our own thing on our computers. We do sit in the same room, at least, and we do talk ... some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a contrast to those families that practice a Family Game Night, playing board and card games together. I remember us playing some games with our children, but not on a regular basis. I wish we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reverie into days gone by was prompted by listing this old Game of States board game my dear hubby may have played with as a child. It must not have been one of his favorite games, though, as it is in too good a shape to have seen much use. You see, both of us were fairly good sized before our families got a TV, so our leisure time was not ruled by electronics the way it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you have a Family Night without television? What kinds of things do you do with your family? Does everyone enjoy it, or is it seen by some as cutting into TV, texting, or electronic game time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16438314-5682787105676703274?l=yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dirtybutter/MAjj/~3/oIZRuw2jpL4/bless-this-house-o-lord-we-pray.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dirty Butter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com/2009/08/bless-this-house-o-lord-we-pray.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438314.post-363835654638505533</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T09:32:43.004-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Premiums</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">advertising</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Odie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">McDonald's</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Garfield</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dirty Butter Estates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">advertising collectibles</category><title>McDonald's - King of the Advertising Premiums!!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="DIRTY BUTTER ESTATES Vintage Collectibles Shoppes" href="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com/advgarfieldodie2muglot.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dirtybutter.com/images/anchorhocking2garfieldglasslot06042007xxx2.jpg" width="400"  align="center" vspace="10" alt="GARFIELD and ODIE ANCHOR HOCKING McDonald's Advertising 2 GLASS MUG Lot MINT"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I don't know that my title is accurate, but it certainly seems so. Premiums have always been a traditional part of advertising on the part of many companies, and we enjoy looking for advertising collectibles when we go on our Date Day, and have several from different companies for sale in our &lt;a href="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com/advertisingcollectibles01.htm"target="_blank"&gt;Dirty Butter Collectibles Catalog&lt;/a&gt;. But I am always amazed when I do the research on what I think is going to be some obscure item, only to find many similar items for sale on the internet. These free things from the past just LAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such was my surprise when I did the research for the Garfield and Odie glass coffee mugs shown here, which were give-aways from McDonald's in the late 70's. Their quality is extremely high, and it just amazes me that a company that sells such cheap food could give away such a high quality item. But they did, and perhaps still do, so it works for them. Says something about their profit margin, doesn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know families go to McDonald's because of the playgrounds, but I also know that my dear hubby ate lunch at McDonald's over an extended period of time just to collect all the 101 Dalmatian puppies for our grandson! Obviously, we are not the only ones who eat the burgers to get the toys. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you like Garfield comics and want some different coffee cups, you might like to take a look at our pair of these 70's premium collectible mugs in our Catalog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16438314-363835654638505533?l=yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dirtybutter/MAjj/~3/X71qVhfB-tM/mcdonalds-king-of-advertising-premiums.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dirty Butter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com/2009/08/mcdonalds-king-of-advertising-premiums.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438314.post-4068668290976842741</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T14:43:14.553-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vintage Collectibles Shoppe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vintage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">collectible tins</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dirty Butter Estates</category><title>I Love Vintage Tin Containers</title><description>&lt;a title="DIRTY BUTTER ESTATES Collectibles Shoppes" href="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com/1969nabiscocrackertin.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com/blog/images/advpremiumsaltine1969tin.jpg" width="250"  align="right" hspace="10" alt="1969 Nabisco Premium Saltines Crackers Storage Tin - Canister NEAR MINT CONDITION"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I love old tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my "worst" weaknesses when we go to Estate Sales, because I just don't seem to be able to resist them. It takes some careful picking through those up for sale to be sure that we come home with the ones that are not dented or showing signs of rust, but the time spent being picky is certainly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm particularly fond of the old advertising food tins, which can be cleaned up and used in a display, but can also hold the original food, too. The old &lt;a href="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com/1969nabiscocrackertin.html"&gt;Nabisco tin&lt;/a&gt; shown here can be used to hold the same number of crackers as the 4 stack box of crackers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even keep all my odds and ends of spools of thread and sewing notions in an old tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like old storage containers, or do you have a display of vintage tins? Do you give homemade baked goods gifts in old Christmas tins? What other uses can you think of for using these fantastic old containers? I look forward to hearing your ideas, as it may give me an "excuse" to go buy some more! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16438314-4068668290976842741?l=yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dirtybutter/MAjj/~3/eE3MdpW8IXw/i-love-vintage-tin-containers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dirty Butter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com/2009/07/i-love-vintage-tin-containers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438314.post-81980327407691255</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T17:38:13.672-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mask</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friday Date Day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vintage Collectibles Shoppe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Estate Sales</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Yard Sale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">African face mask</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dirty Butter Estates</category><title>Our Dirty Butter Collectibles Shoppe is Now Filling with Interesting Collectibles</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="DIRTY BUTTER ESTATES Collectibles Shoppes" href="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dirtybutter.com/images/leatherfacemask012006xxx1.jpg" width="450" align="center" hspace="10" alt="Hand Crafted Leather Molded African Face Wall Hanging"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy adding items to almost every category of collectible we have in our &lt;a href="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;DIRTY BUTTER ESTATES Collectibles SHOPPE&lt;/a&gt;. This mask is one of my favorites, because of the rich color of the tanned leather, and the fascinating way it is made. When you look at the back you can see that it is molded from one piece of leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find vintage linen calendars, souvenir mugs, church commemorative plates, vintage games, tin bowls, Homer Laughlin china, and many other unique items. So please take a few minutes and browse through our catalog. You're sure to find something for yourself or a gift for that special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots more to add from all the treasures we have found on our Friday Date Day, when we enjoy going to Estate Sales, yard sales, and thrift stores. So if there's something in particular you are looking for, please contact us. We'll be glad to post your request for help finding it, or for information about some unusual item passed down through your family, or maybe you've lucked up on something at a yard sale and are curious about it. Whatever the reason, we'll be glad to post your request.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16438314-81980327407691255?l=yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/dirtybutter/MAjj/~3/J5-DW58uqFs/our-vintage-collectibles-shoppe-is-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dirty Butter)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com/2009/07/our-vintage-collectibles-shoppe-is-now.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16438314.post-4034757995220085410</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T17:36:54.459-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">online sales</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">catalog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vintage Collectibles Shoppe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harding University</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dirty Butter Estates</category><title>Our NEW Dirty Butter Collectibles Shoppe is OPEN FOR BUSINESS!!</title><description>&lt;a title="DIRTY BUTTER ESTATES Vintage Collectibles Shoppes - Porcelain, Pottery, &amp; Glass" href="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com/hardingcollege50thanniversaryplate.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dirtybutter.com/images/hardingcollege74plate05282007xxx2.JPG" width="250" align="left" hspace="10" alt="1974 HARDING COLLEGE 50th COMMEMORATIVE PLATE MINT"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I've finally done it. Our large selection of vintage collectibles have been orphans now for quite awhile, as we closed our eBay store some time ago, and I had not found the time to put them online in our own catalog. I've been too busy working on our &lt;a href="http://plushcatalog.dirtybutter.com"&gt;Plush Animal Shoppe Catalog&lt;/a&gt;. But I'm glad I took the time to work on the vintage items, since I really enjoy showing off all the old things we've collected over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a small dent in our inventory the last few days as I worked to fill our own Dirty Butter Estates Collectibles Shoppe Catalog. I've started with the &lt;a href="http://vintage.dirtybutter.com/porcelainpotteryglass01.htm"&gt;Porcelain, Pottery, and Glass&lt;/a&gt; items, so now a small number of our items are online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We give s/h discounts for multiple purchases, and we do welcome International buyers. Please contact us to get a price for International s/h, or the combined s/h charge for multiple purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we make an error in estimating the s/h charge for an item we do make partial refunds of s/h fees via PayPal or credit toward a future purchase. Light unbreakable items will ship in bubble envelopes, while breakable items will ship via Parcel Post or Priority Mail in boxes. We do ship internationally to countries that PayPal allows. We accept Money Orders and credit or debit card payments through PayPal. You do not have to join PayPal to pay for an item using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how about the attractive plate I've shown here? This plate is one of 5 in a set of commemorative plates depicting various buildings on the campus of Harding University in Arkansas. The black transfer ware designs are very detailed, and my photography doesn't do them justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy looking through our treasures and reading all about them, and maybe you'll even find something that you just can't live without!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16438314-4034757995220085410?l=yesterdaysmemories.dirtybutter.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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