tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post9199447042968350910..comments2024-03-28T13:11:03.006-04:00Comments on The AC is On: On the Estate with GrampaAnvilcloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07974744042579564912noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-31546374173812468022007-11-14T14:10:00.000-05:002007-11-14T14:10:00.000-05:00Wonderful stories and memories and you have a capt...Wonderful stories and memories and you have a captivating way of telling them. It makes me wish to remember some of my own.Simply Collhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12615215353549814677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-514849302853652402007-11-13T02:59:00.000-05:002007-11-13T02:59:00.000-05:00It's the difference in nutrition that has made so ...It's the difference in nutrition that has made so many native born Canadians and Americans taller than their immigrant parents. It is less obvious with the English, who had pretty good nutrition all in all, much more so in groups like the Hmong. We lived next door to a Hmong family and by the time the kids were 12 they were taller than their fathers.Maya's Grannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12183715043200608144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-68381885386457900372007-11-11T18:31:00.000-05:002007-11-11T18:31:00.000-05:00Kids are smart like that pumpkin story. Wonder if ...Kids are smart like that pumpkin story. <BR/><BR/>Wonder if you'd like the Bodybuilder and I. It's NFB docu on dad and son trying to reach thru walls of years of not talking saying , who are you anyway?<BR/>http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1059778/Pearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05251168248457758117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-42639110721196291442007-11-07T19:07:00.000-05:002007-11-07T19:07:00.000-05:00I love these posts, AC. Those old photos and the ...I love these posts, AC. Those old photos and the memories take me back. Grandparents are very precious. It must be so nice to know you're doing this for Smudge.Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00548755592157386484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-2382330918369861302007-11-07T09:50:00.000-05:002007-11-07T09:50:00.000-05:00Everyone has stories to tell. Every one deserves ...Everyone has stories to tell. <BR/>Every one deserves to be heard.<BR/>Thanks for sharing your childhood with us, AC. I always enjoy your recollections.Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13337368222656258247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-50890513926617875792007-11-07T04:54:00.000-05:002007-11-07T04:54:00.000-05:00Your recollections are interesting to read. I, for...Your recollections are interesting to read. I, for one, forget what wealth is like or was like. While we had a "lawn" at our house, and most things in it were loosely called grass, we had only a poor vegetable garden to tend and we did that with pride for it kept us alive during the war years.<BR/><BR/>Nice post. Great memories and photos.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.oldmanlincoln.com/" REL="nofollow"> oldmanlincoln </A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-60381480146162199542007-11-07T01:15:00.000-05:002007-11-07T01:15:00.000-05:00What great pictures!And dare I say there is more t...What great pictures!<BR/><BR/>And dare I say there is more than a passing resemblance? Minus the hairpiece, of course.Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11604097511444010759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-6141724825073962522007-11-06T12:25:00.000-05:002007-11-06T12:25:00.000-05:00I recall as a teenager my grandmother hated me to ...I recall as a teenager my grandmother hated me to kiss and cuddle her in the street. I also never recall my parents being affectionate towards me. My mother tells me that's not the way things were done back then! ( i also grew up in the 50's) I cannot imagine not wanting to show affection to those I love. The problem I have now is my teenage grandson is not keen on being kissed, but he does indulge me sometimes I'm pleased to say.ChrisBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06958330170295676200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-9331181728408431072007-11-06T10:34:00.000-05:002007-11-06T10:34:00.000-05:00We always seem to be able to tell interesting thin...We always seem to be able to tell interesting things from pictures. It's amazing that you still have these around... and are able to post them. :)thailandchanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10171731740204067889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-822838904017591632007-11-06T10:19:00.000-05:002007-11-06T10:19:00.000-05:00Memory is a marvelous, mysterious thing. We recal...Memory is a marvelous, mysterious thing. We recall bit and pieces, stitch it together into a semblance of the whole, all the while knowing we don't have everything there.<BR/>How wonderful that you reflect on your own grandfather in relation to your own experience now BEING a grandfather.KGMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05165941950953938943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-3986673559894812222007-11-06T06:23:00.000-05:002007-11-06T06:23:00.000-05:00I have noticed that the older I get the more the m...I have noticed that the older I get the more the memories come back, some as clear as yesterday. Sometimes clearer, actually.<BR/><BR/>Good photos, but Sally seems a bit camera shy.Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14040757371778588395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-15867722529258204732007-11-06T06:10:00.000-05:002007-11-06T06:10:00.000-05:00A nice recollection. You are lucky to have had gra...A nice recollection. You are lucky to have had grandpasrents. My maternal one died before I was born and my father's origins are a mystery the government doesn't want to let me in on. (Immaculate conception perhaps!)<BR/><BR/>I am glad you too think the English have a national characteristic of "reserve". I blame my mellow nature on my English reserve. Deliberately, I was much more "touchy feely" with my son, by design. You seem to wish your grandfasther was. You certainly are with the Smudge. Good for you!Tossing Pebbles in the Streamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04354065895900279070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6998770.post-22625116931478116612007-11-06T00:21:00.000-05:002007-11-06T00:21:00.000-05:00I have noticed that when I write about the past it...I have noticed that when I write about the past it always keys other thoughts and such that I thought were long forgotten - good photos. ecmreddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06866616193923580617noreply@blogger.com