tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2315622674616774363.post3863189865426561401..comments2023-11-06T07:16:36.431-06:00Comments on The Cataract Club (formerly known as) The Musings of a Middle Aged Woman: oklhdanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01371904174197202740noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2315622674616774363.post-71567461565444942542014-12-03T23:21:54.055-06:002014-12-03T23:21:54.055-06:00Oh my goodness, I certainly remember Ponytail. My ...Oh my goodness, I certainly remember Ponytail. My niece had a hard plastic "Ponytail" purse, just a small thing, the size of a change purse. She had it with her the last time I saw her, 1957-58? She left it in the back seat of my mother's car when my brother's ex-wife picked her and her brother up. Over 55 years later I still have it. <br /><br />What a lovely gesture for your daughter to have made. <br /><br />Hugs from CanadaDebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14133236228952504852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2315622674616774363.post-15869561797198368582014-12-02T18:08:22.945-06:002014-12-02T18:08:22.945-06:00Hmm. I don't remember ponytail. Maybe it nev...Hmm. I don't remember ponytail. Maybe it never made it to Vermont. Or maybe I was just as out of things then as I am now!Olgahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00692441479616299920noreply@blogger.com