tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814493743418654467.post3513400409964861311..comments2010-12-20T18:38:59.427-06:00Comments on A Little of This, A Dash of That: And They DoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814493743418654467.post-12583063707047136882008-11-08T22:53:00.000-06:002008-11-08T22:53:00.000-06:00I will never forget watching Papa, as he watched M...I will never forget watching Papa, as he watched Mark ride the lawn mower, going way too fast. He turned away from the window, shook his head, and said (quietly), "Damn city kid." :) After his stroke, I couldn't go to visit him -- E was in the NICU. It is never easy to lose someone you love so much, and even more difficult when you cannot be there. I talked to Grama today. Today would have been their 64th Anniversary, she said. Thank you for this post. love, j.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814493743418654467.post-55282915351246498482008-11-07T15:15:00.000-06:002008-11-07T15:15:00.000-06:00Some advice from a much older "Mom". Add new thing...Some advice from a much older "Mom". Add new things to your day, just a few hours at a time, so that by the time they are busy with all their friends and activities, you will have new activities of your own. When they leave(and they will always come back home), you will still find the quiet in the house unbearable. There will be less silence if you are busy with other things. <BR/> One of many memories of Papa: The night R and I watched him attempt to get his pickup into the quonseth. (The door just wasn't wide enough that night. Maybe it was too dark outside?!!) It shouldn't have been funny, but it was!johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13521964071496983765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814493743418654467.post-8674763713610224352008-11-06T18:20:00.000-06:002008-11-06T18:20:00.000-06:00I try to avoid songs that make me sad. Once is eno...I try to avoid songs that make me sad. Once is enough, I guess. After that, I don't want to go there. That being said, performances that make me cry, not for the words but for the gift of the performer, that's a different story. I still get chills thinking of Ted Lee's Nessun Dorma--I bawled like a baby. It was amazing. I was ready to call Disney and have them do an animated movie of Turandot with him as the lead.<BR/><BR/>Papa? Oh, Papa. My favorite was seeing him walk in from the fields, his face covered with dirt. Watching him walk around on his hands when he was in his 60's (gosh that man was strong!), and playing this is the way the lady rides. Naps where he snuck out (I never figured out how he did that), and of course, Mom's stories of the chicken he de-headed after it attacked her.<BR/><BR/>And because I know you will know what it means, "Stop hitting yourself!!!"Ronicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05755869501331386672noreply@blogger.com