tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post8735768842127897627..comments2024-03-09T04:50:19.225-07:00Comments on Surviving Life: The Hay Barn and Other Childhood Games – Part TwoSunnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12671891696662548892noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-6598906200633905852012-09-11T20:25:08.159-06:002012-09-11T20:25:08.159-06:00Susan,
Thank you so much for taking your time to ...Susan,<br /><br />Thank you so much for taking your time to stop by, read and comment. Yes, things as adults are never the same as they were to us as kids. I think this is because it is true two ways - I have a feeling places have changed their recipes on things, plus the fact that as kids it was so special to us and as adults it isn't the same. <br /><br />Wouldn't it be nice to be Peter Pan in those instances, where you never grow up and things stay the same as you remember them in childhood?<br /><br />Now those are only situations for our dreams.<br /><br />SunniSunnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12671891696662548892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-30522423795243675872012-09-11T19:11:12.612-06:002012-09-11T19:11:12.612-06:00This was so much fun to read, Sunni! You were inve...This was so much fun to read, Sunni! You were inventive children for sure! We went to the drive-in and ate at Dairy Queen too. One just opened in our town again and after all these years I couldn't wait to get a Dilly-but I could have sworn the coating had a swirl in the middle, like a curl, and now it's just smooth. I couldn't believe how disappointed I was!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-37747892782785931172012-09-08T23:27:47.753-06:002012-09-08T23:27:47.753-06:00Sharla,
Thank you for stopping to read and commen...Sharla,<br /><br />Thank you for stopping to read and comment. I'm glad you enjoy my stories. These childhood adventures are part of book that isn't finished yet.<br /><br />I will get over and get the Swe-e-e-e-et Award as soon as I can. Thank you for bestowing it on me.<br /><br />SunniSunnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12671891696662548892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-52574896798288004962012-09-08T09:27:46.337-06:002012-09-08T09:27:46.337-06:00I absolutely love your stories! Visit http://www.a...I absolutely love your stories! Visit http://www.awakenings2012.blogspot.com/ for Grandpa's School Days.<br /><br />You are Super Swe-e-e-e-t! Go to http://catnipoflife.wordpress.com/2012/09/08/super-swe-e-e-e-et-award/ to snag your badge and see the 'rules' of acceptance! Muah!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01592703953660880527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-25204059616450180582012-09-06T23:33:00.393-06:002012-09-06T23:33:00.393-06:00Donna,
First, let me thank you for stopping by, r...Donna,<br /><br />First, let me thank you for stopping by, reading and following. I'm glad I could bring back some happy memories for you.<br /><br />Second, I'm very sorry to hear about your brother. How awful that must have been for you. We lost our father in 1980 at age 55. So far the rest of us are still around except for a nephew that was killed in a car wreck in 2009. He was 32. My sister will probably never get over that. She's still in therapy.<br /><br />There were many siblings in my house. I'm the oldest of seven and we are all nine years apart. Thank you for the compliment, but I'm older than I look. I guess that's a good thing. I know time will catch up with me eventually.<br /><br />Thank you for your post.<br /><br />SunniSunnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12671891696662548892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-1011528429563607322012-09-06T21:53:25.720-06:002012-09-06T21:53:25.720-06:00Hi Sunni I wanted to thank you for commenting on m...Hi Sunni I wanted to thank you for commenting on my blog and thought I'd return the favor. I loved your post. It took me many years back. You don't look that old. We didn't get our first TV until I was seven. I used to make mud pies too, but I didn't have a sister who would help me. She's nine years older than me and she thought she was to old to make mud pies. I followed my older brother everywhere he went. Climbing trees, jumping off of roofs and even catching snakes in the park. Your post brought back some fond memories of that time. He died in a car wreck in 1970. He was 23. So thank you for the good memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-65197303153237071642012-09-06T09:00:24.762-06:002012-09-06T09:00:24.762-06:00Hi Valerie,
Thanks for stopping by and reading.
...Hi Valerie,<br /><br />Thanks for stopping by and reading.<br /><br />I guess our life on the farm was a bit like "little house on the prairie." There were so many of us and times were rough usually. We had to make our own fun and we did.<br /><br />This post is a snippet from a family book I'm writing about those days.<br /><br />SunniSunnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12671891696662548892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-22703386584016537782012-09-06T02:00:32.224-06:002012-09-06T02:00:32.224-06:00Sunni, this is lovely...its like reading Little Ho...Sunni, this is lovely...its like reading Little House on the prairie' hope there's moreAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-18093869445512871192012-09-05T16:32:41.783-06:002012-09-05T16:32:41.783-06:00Lee,
Thank you for reading and commenting. That&...Lee,<br /><br />Thank you for reading and commenting. That's one thing about all these blogs that make them so interesting. We all have different experiences to share.<br /><br />I don't own a gun either and know little about them myself, but things are different when you grow up on a farm. There weren't many times we could share with our daddy because he was always on the tractor way out in the field. To him, it didn't matter if we were girls, we still had to learn to shoot. I don't know if that will ever come in handy or not. I haven't held a gun since.<br /><br />SunniSunnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12671891696662548892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106218623971866390.post-77790122042223865792012-09-05T12:01:09.423-06:002012-09-05T12:01:09.423-06:00This post brings back so many memories and talks a...This post brings back so many memories and talks about things I'd heard about but never experienced as a kid. I was pretty much a city boy--or suburb boy perhaps more accurately. I'd heard about playing in barns and saw then when we traveled, but I never went inside an actual barn until I was in my teens. Same with shooting a gun. We never had guns in our house. I've shot friends' guns before but it's been a number of years. I still don't know much about guns.<br /><br />Great memories that I enjoyed reading.<br /><br /><br />Lee <br /><a href="http://wrotebyrote.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Wrote By Rote</a><br />Arlee Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663942782929929334noreply@blogger.com