tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post636783094104096809..comments2024-02-26T00:38:41.733-05:00Comments on Jollett Etc.: Sepia Saturday: Big BackyardWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-20873098698754125432014-03-25T20:06:04.793-04:002014-03-25T20:06:04.793-04:00Best post ever girl!
Playing Eagle always scared ...Best post ever girl!<br /><br />Playing Eagle always scared me to death, LOL. I know we were talking about the Harris' ditch the other day, what did we do in that ditch, just lie there two inches from the Highway and look at cars? <br /><br />Daddy said that Granddaddy Davis always sat on the porch to watch y'all play to be sure nothing happened to you. What sweet granddaddy. <br /> <br />I wonder what became of Mary and Frank. I don't think they were were as old as we thought they were. Frank traveled to Russia when I was in 5th grade, left sweet Mary home by herself. At least she didn't have to run out and open that damn door for Frank for a couple of weeks. BEEEP! Frank's home!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11145530293593063964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-82715886296115098322014-03-18T21:18:02.301-04:002014-03-18T21:18:02.301-04:00What a fun romp through your childhood neighborhoo...What a fun romp through your childhood neighborhood, Wendy. Our swing sets could be fraternal twins: the only difference was that mine didn't have a "teeter-totter" -- if that's what they're called. And I can absolutely identify with those made-up "real life games" -- playing school, house, etc. Dress-up? Yes. Croquet? Yes. Fences? No. We didn't have fences anywhere in my hometown that I can remember. Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-21163717315872664952014-03-13T08:28:06.271-04:002014-03-13T08:28:06.271-04:00Oh goodness -- how funny and sweet. Threesomes ar...Oh goodness -- how funny and sweet. Threesomes are tough to manage!Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-69072510634158857692014-03-13T08:27:24.920-04:002014-03-13T08:27:24.920-04:00I'm sure I've blocked out anything that wa...I'm sure I've blocked out anything that wasn't great, but overall yes, it was a good time and a good place with lots of places to go and places to play without worrying about being assaulted by a predator or enticed into a stranger's car. Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-4718689783645641012014-03-13T08:25:52.318-04:002014-03-13T08:25:52.318-04:00Thanks. All kids deserve a wonderful childhood. ...Thanks. All kids deserve a wonderful childhood. Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-74121865036030602182014-03-13T08:23:56.332-04:002014-03-13T08:23:56.332-04:00That's great -- I'm glad my little post tr...That's great -- I'm glad my little post triggered some good memories for you.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-33783816376237074232014-03-13T08:23:10.196-04:002014-03-13T08:23:10.196-04:00Thank-ya ma'am. I do have fun memories of a w...Thank-ya ma'am. I do have fun memories of a wonderful childhood. It's practically storybook perfect.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-92009417615231169142014-03-13T08:22:24.375-04:002014-03-13T08:22:24.375-04:00Thanks -- I stuck to neighbors who shared our fenc...Thanks -- I stuck to neighbors who shared our fence.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-85581708224178494022014-03-13T08:21:59.472-04:002014-03-13T08:21:59.472-04:00It was a happy time. My sister and I still see th...It was a happy time. My sister and I still see these neighbors occasionally. As for my memory, I'll admit I had to contact a friend on Facebook to recall Frank and Mary's last name. I knew it started with a B. Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-75720431995408639552014-03-13T08:19:50.290-04:002014-03-13T08:19:50.290-04:00I guess my girls will remember playing "Captu...I guess my girls will remember playing "Capture the Flag." I doubt they ever played Mother May I. I'll have to ask.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-32265937924377491052014-03-13T08:18:31.409-04:002014-03-13T08:18:31.409-04:00Kristin explains the game. The Mother dictated th...Kristin explains the game. The Mother dictated the type of step such as "you may take 2 baby steps," "you may take 1 giant step," "you may take 5 butterfly twirls," "you may do 1 cartwheel," etc. The person who reached the Mother first became the new Mother. Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-21443950892249256342014-03-13T08:15:42.171-04:002014-03-13T08:15:42.171-04:00Dress ups were the best. I think every mother kep...Dress ups were the best. I think every mother kept a stash for us.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-35311678556074908952014-03-13T08:14:46.404-04:002014-03-13T08:14:46.404-04:00I can see in my mind's eye the purple-ness of ...I can see in my mind's eye the purple-ness of those grapes, but I KNOW we never got a whole lot at a time. Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-80992441661745941672014-03-13T08:13:21.844-04:002014-03-13T08:13:21.844-04:00Thanks -- it was fun reliving it.Thanks -- it was fun reliving it.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-53417914189794244192014-03-13T08:13:06.908-04:002014-03-13T08:13:06.908-04:00Working on it -- I'll be in touch!Working on it -- I'll be in touch!Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-61705252980371460392014-03-13T08:12:50.871-04:002014-03-13T08:12:50.871-04:00When I look back on my childhood, I can't help...When I look back on my childhood, I can't help feeling darn lucky to have lived when and where I did.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-24766961219292228632014-03-13T08:10:56.705-04:002014-03-13T08:10:56.705-04:00It's funny to us, but I wasn't sure anyone...It's funny to us, but I wasn't sure anyone else would think it's funny. It's just how we are.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-79641376770064236972014-03-13T08:10:07.146-04:002014-03-13T08:10:07.146-04:00That was a great suit -- my mom made it. I loved ...That was a great suit -- my mom made it. I loved my 2-tone pink shoes too.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-53221068417164787132014-03-13T08:09:00.321-04:002014-03-13T08:09:00.321-04:00A street with little traffic makes a great playgro...A street with little traffic makes a great playground.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-1412877226729560212014-03-11T18:36:13.512-04:002014-03-11T18:36:13.512-04:00The fence in our front yard was an important part ...The fence in our front yard was an important part of my youth. The girl next door, Mary, was halfway in age between my sister and me and early in our childhood she was my BFF, and later on she was my sister's BFF. Mary and I would often get into little fights and one or the other would run home in a huff. It usually didn't take too long before one of us would pick up the phone and call the other to say, through our tears, "meet me at the fence" and we'd run outside and meet at the fence for a much needed hug. The neighbors all used to laugh when they'd see us outside hugging and know that we were making up from one fight or another.<br /><br />Thanks for the memories!Debi Austenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17409492643470603926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-67497323047212928692014-03-11T16:22:26.908-04:002014-03-11T16:22:26.908-04:00So lovely. It sounds like a paradise for kids.So lovely. It sounds like a paradise for kids.Alex Dawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05083753053051713061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-46181815047907717392014-03-11T03:44:57.514-04:002014-03-11T03:44:57.514-04:00Ahhh! These are such fun childhood memories you...Ahhh! These are such fun childhood memories you've shared with us. I remember playing with our neighborhood kids when I was a kid too. What fun days those were!Jana Iverson Lasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07687969613629975601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-47497733286283288152014-03-10T09:14:24.265-04:002014-03-10T09:14:24.265-04:00I was instantly transported back to my childhood a...I was instantly transported back to my childhood and memories of playing with my brother and sister in the garden. Thank youLovely's Blothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00893362347406889242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-66893062166899122472014-03-09T19:41:34.081-04:002014-03-09T19:41:34.081-04:00You have so many wonderful childhood memories--fen...You have so many wonderful childhood memories--fences and all! Loved the dress-up photos!Jacqi Stevenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03471698670217119444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-62351576347274355172014-03-09T16:25:34.714-04:002014-03-09T16:25:34.714-04:00I hadn't thought of neighbours as a topic on i...I hadn't thought of neighbours as a topic on its own this week, but you have done it proud.Brett Paynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07706734864792449845noreply@blogger.com