tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763985013725565641.post6887493233915654252..comments2023-04-06T03:07:58.724-06:00Comments on Needles of Iron: The Time of YearIron Needleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04848627330939129750noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763985013725565641.post-18596258391647923842010-05-18T20:40:34.973-06:002010-05-18T20:40:34.973-06:00You ARE courteous and play well with others! And I...You ARE courteous and play well with others! And I can certainly understand being taken aback by your mom's signature. The other day, I came across an envelope addressed in my grandma's hand. I had to sit down.<br /><br />Happy belated birthday, my dear. Somehow, I know your momma knows all about you and your lovely girls, and she's so proud.Becky Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351322716749475996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763985013725565641.post-23395224621711462592010-05-17T14:37:19.826-06:002010-05-17T14:37:19.826-06:00Happy B-Day Becky!
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Very touching post. Very ni...Happy B-Day Becky!<br />;)<br /><br />Very touching post. Very nice. I think about my Mom all the time. Things I want to show her or share with her or tell her. But I can't.Lynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05875008154587045790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763985013725565641.post-2142765900475913782010-05-14T18:18:47.193-06:002010-05-14T18:18:47.193-06:00This is such a coincidence-- I haven't gotten ...This is such a coincidence-- I haven't gotten around to reading your blog for ages and tonight I decided to try to squeeze some of it in and while checking your report card I noticed that Miss Ravenstein was your third grade teacher. (Mine was Mrs. King--and we were in third grade when President Kennedy got shot--I remember they made an announcement over the speakers in the classrooms and it didn't bother me much but a girl named Marla Stein cried and cried! Do you remember that?) Well, guess who I saw in the hall with a tour group of older women Tuesday at the hospital? That's right...it was Miss Ravenstein!!! (Only now her name is Mrs. Booth.) Isn't that funny?! I hadn't seen her in a long time. Now something has me concerned...it is marked that your work was "falling off" on that report card...I wonder what that was about? But you did make wonderful grades and everything else was so inspiring! (I always tell Dennis that they marked "does not play well with others" on his report card!) Well, I'm taking your whole blog up. I'll talk later! TishTishhttp://bigwellgirl.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763985013725565641.post-67434063950104257532010-05-14T10:05:17.588-06:002010-05-14T10:05:17.588-06:00Well, you've sparked a host of emotions in me....Well, you've sparked a host of emotions in me. You've made me appreciate my mom a bit more... she's still here. You've made me realize I need to spend a little more time with her while I still have her. Thank you.<br /><br />The memories you are experiencing are on an emotional parallel with what I've been feeling this week, but from the opposite end of the relationship spectrum. Sometimes being a mom is difficult. Even when the nest is empty.<br /><br />Kansas report cards from the '60s look just like Texas report cards from the '60s. :)Snowcatcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06360228352528558176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763985013725565641.post-64390242617353777892010-05-14T09:52:53.662-06:002010-05-14T09:52:53.662-06:00That looks just like the report card my school use...That looks just like the report card my school used, and I'm pretty sure your grades were better than mine. I love all the comments on the right -- most of them are negative.<br /><br />I miss my mother, too, but it helps to have sisters and friends who share some of the same memories.Marthahttp://www.qisforquilter.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763985013725565641.post-71689479849149443712010-05-14T05:16:39.277-06:002010-05-14T05:16:39.277-06:00This is a lovely post.This is a lovely post.sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14663367469819162566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763985013725565641.post-6660954445354833232010-05-13T22:18:37.040-06:002010-05-13T22:18:37.040-06:00Your lilacs are so pretty! I am glad they survived...Your lilacs are so pretty! I am glad they survived the fluffy rain. (they are waaay too late for May baskets, though...)janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14550494417488866070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4763985013725565641.post-30678926299133655702010-05-13T18:45:49.740-06:002010-05-13T18:45:49.740-06:00It is a blessing that the memories of painful illn...It is a blessing that the memories of painful illnesses recede and let the earlier ones come forward. My memories of Aunt Ruth are not those of the "home," but of when she was in her house. Those of Ginger are the ones when we were young women together, and those of my love are those of our courtship and early days. And I know that Mom came alive during planting time..that may be why the missing is so strong now.Gaynellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14073525271372339258noreply@blogger.com