That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for November 10, 2017

Hansel and Gretel learning cannibalism from a nice lady with candy.

It was the custom in that household. They had to listen to that boring old lady called Grandma every Sunday before they could eat dinner.

…and our solar system had nine planets.

Now the head cheeto can rant in 280 characters.

But this Squatty Potty that your folks bought me works great.

“No phone, no lights, no motor cars, not a single luxury…”

Had to walk uphill both ways to school and back.

Grandma uses grandson to demonstrate defense choke holds to granddaughter.

Bread was 5¢, Beer 10¢.

And the cat is thinking, “Did someone mention tweets? Does that mean treats for me?”

It was bros before hoes back then.

“Enough about my gall bladder. What’s REALLY bothering my are these piles!”

Exciting Stories: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Carl_Gessler_Spannende_Geschichten_1866.jpg 

(best viewed by Google Chrome – can translate pages if necessary) has info and links that point to info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

Carl Gessler was another name Rudolf Geissler (1834-1906) sometimes used, something the auction house that auctioned it didn’t apparently know (until I told them, earlier today – they get paid for doing this, I don’t). Those who read German can probably find other info about him – I couldn’t find anything that Chrome could translate, other than what’s pointed to by the above URL.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #1822 (November 9, 2017) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment; so, I won’t point to it here.

There wasn’t enough room to needle point embroider more than 140 characters into the frame before you sent it.

“Now, children; I am going to outlive your parents so you will be responsible for looking after me……”

“Dammit don’t any of these people know how to run the can opener! Well I can tell you little Billy there will be very sorry when he finds a cat turd on his drum!”

“You know, Mummy, we always imagined about 75 was the age limit to becoming a first-time mother”

I like the cuckoo clock. I wonder if the cat goes wacko when the cuckoo pops out and cuckoos? Used to have a dachshund that hated the cuckoo clock – would bark whenever it popped out! So we had the cuckooing, the barking, the yelling (me – telling the dachshund to be quiet) and my husband hollering from the other room or outside wondering what in the world was going on! Dog finally got used to it, but glared at it regularly. This is a delightful picture, by the way…I love the whole scenario.