My dad just sent me a Gilhoolie, a nifty device for opening jars we always had around the kitchen when I was a kid. He found it at the Vermont Country Store, and it of course came packed with a catalog.
I don't often take the time to go through catalogs, but its been a long week, and I finally got unpacked from all the trips, so I settled into a comfy chair and started to flip through. They have quite the eclectic mix...clothes (and underwear!) that your grandma and grandpa wore--even the rubber swim caps with big flowers on them. Oldies but goodies like Pears and Lifebuoy soaps. Candies from my childhood like banana splits and teaberry gum, and even Little Golden Books and magnetic Scotties.
I am currently feeling a great need to stop in one of their stores next time I am in Vermont...or perhaps even a special trip. Amazing how comforting that spark of distant recognition is!
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