1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="nvO32HCr4q"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/a-little-bit-of/">A little bit of</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/a-little-bit-of/embed/#?secret=nvO32HCr4q" width="600" height="338" title="“A little bit of” — PoohsDen" data-secret="nvO32HCr4q" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Every family has its stories. The ones repeated often – passed from generation to generation, stories you know so well but insist on it being repeated again just for the peek it offers into the life of your ancestors. Stories that seem so off-landish and impractical in today’s world. Stories about the crazy cousin twice removed, the mad cap uncle, the family pet that followed the children home and so on. It was the same in my family. I grew up listening to these stories from grandma and grandpa. I know them so well but I ask them to repeat it often just because it brings a dreamy look into their eyes as they remember their childhood, the family home, their siblings and their lives long before I took over it! One of my favorite stories is about my great-grandpa – “maltova” thata as I remember him. He used to have a bottle of maltova on his bedstand and I remember running to him and asking for it and he would measure exactly one spoon into my outstretched hand. It was a delicacy, carefully preserved and licked off the palm. Maltova thata in his youth was quite a character it […]