tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814493743418654467.post5426817858152855200..comments2010-12-20T18:38:59.427-06:00Comments on A Little of This, A Dash of That: ChildhoodUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814493743418654467.post-25556751487341388072008-04-05T11:08:00.000-06:002008-04-05T11:08:00.000-06:00And Grandma letting us throw our corn cobs into th...And Grandma letting us throw our corn cobs into the field! We were bad kids I tell you. Also loved finding old cow bones; although I guess that's probably weird, isn't it?Mama Bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04563080186186051153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814493743418654467.post-84091997339501075322008-04-05T00:28:00.000-06:002008-04-05T00:28:00.000-06:00Thanks for this post L. It brought back so much jo...Thanks for this post L. It brought back so much joy and happiness for me, and happy tears to my eyes. Oh how I loved the farm and spending time there... I only wish I would have been able to take my daughter there. It was the place where I could just let my imagination run wild, and feel safe and secure surrounded by loving family. My favorites are all that you have listed. I love, love loved setting up forts in the Trees, riding the bike around and around and around the circle (which was really a teardrop shape), Taking Papa dinners in the field which often included corn on the cob, and we'd get to drive out to the field in the back of the pickup and eat our lunch hanging our feet off the end... Anti-I-over and softball were a blast. How about staying in the motor home they bought many years later, and freaking ourselves out at night? Cousins J, and J and I stayed many summers and had a great time playing Barbies, or on the rare occasion playing with kittens from a Mamma cat that showed up at the farm. We also spent a few visits collecting baby frogs in the sharmrocks that grew on the side of the house. Or the time that some of us went swimming in the sleugh and came back covered in mud! Grama had a hay day hosing us down! What a magical place, and wonderful gift our families gave us when they let us grow up and be free on the farm.DeeAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09142007167994462953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814493743418654467.post-48599393325523561582008-04-04T10:05:00.000-06:002008-04-04T10:05:00.000-06:00Mr 18 and Miss 14 drink their juice every morning ...Mr 18 and Miss 14 drink their juice every morning from honey bears. That way I can have it in the fridge waiting for them when they get up. :) And Grandma's home made buns! YUM! And the doughnuts... delish! Thanks for the comment!Mama Bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04563080186186051153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2814493743418654467.post-42157393359622031292008-04-04T09:21:00.000-06:002008-04-04T09:21:00.000-06:00L - I loved this post so much. So many happy memor...L - I loved this post so much. So many happy memories. You asked for our favorites, so here are a few of mine: I loved sitting on the front step shelling peas into an ice cream bucket (and eating half of them). I loved riding bikes out to the mailbox to get the mail. I loved helping Grama pack up lunch and coffee for Papa and our Dads, and driving out to the field in the pickup or grain truck to deliver it. I loved drinking milk out of a honey bear (remember those?!) and eating a cheese sandwich (on Grama's homemade bun) for a bedtime snack while Papa watched the news. I loved going into town with Grama to run errands. I loved it when Papa chased me ... and always caught me and tickled me! I loved riding the lawn mowers (when we were older). And ... I loved it when you made me laugh too hard. I think you can still make me do that, but we will have to see this summer, eh? :) Thank you for this post. It is a gift to all of us who will always love the farm. Love, j.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com