{"id":247,"date":"2010-05-14T10:12:15","date_gmt":"2010-05-14T14:12:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/?p=247"},"modified":"2010-05-14T11:00:15","modified_gmt":"2010-05-14T15:00:15","slug":"a-fuzzy-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/2010\/05\/14\/a-fuzzy-memory\/","title":{"rendered":"A Fuzzy Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Have you ever had something happen that jogs an old memory?  Something that you have completely and totally forgotten about?  That happened to me this morning.  I was awakened (as usual) by my Chihuahua, Rico, jumping on my head telling me it was time to get up.  For some reason I said, &#8220;Good Morning Fuzzy Wuzzy!&#8221;  He&#8217;s not even that fuzzy, but that&#8217;s the term of endearment that came out of my mouth at the moment.  Then I remembered a poem I learned as a small child:<\/p>\n<p>Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn&#8217;t fuzzy, was he?<\/p>\n<p>So remembering the poem made me remember the time when my Grandma Bea took me shopping at the Woolworth&#8217;s in Ogdensburg.  I was about 7 years old and it was a VERY big deal to go shopping with Grandma.  She didn&#8217;t have much money, but every once in a while, she wanted to give me a little treat.  On one particular day in the Berg, she bought me a Fuzzy Wuzzy Bear soap.  Have you ever seen one?  Do you remember it?  When you washed with it, somehow, magically I&#8217;m sure, fuzz would grow on it. Sounds gross now, but back then &#8211; like I said &#8211; it was magic!  I loved my Fuzzy Wuzzy soap, and this morning I got out of bed with a smile just thinking about it.<\/p>\n<p>What do you remember from your childhood?  Something quirky and special like that?<\/p>\n<p>Kel<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_248\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\" style=\"width: 288px;\"><a rel=\"attachment wp-att-248\" href=\"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/2010\/05\/14\/a-fuzzy-memory\/fuzzy_wuzzy\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"288\" height=\"124\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-248\" title=\"fuzzy_wuzzy\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/files\/2010\/05\/fuzzy_wuzzy.jpg\" \/> <\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"wp-caption-text\">\n<\/div>\n<p> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Have you ever had something happen that jogs an old memory?  Something that you [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":19,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/247"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/19"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=247"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/247\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":249,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/247\/revisions\/249"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=247"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=247"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=247"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}