I dunno, the scarecrow has a certain... I can't believe that I actually remember us doing the scarecrow bit. I don't know if it was this particular time or not. Anyway, happy birthday, love ya,
The scarecrow picture is new to me - Happy Birthday, Annie. I'm so glad you're my sister. Love you.
Thank you for kind thoughts on the blog and for phone messages left while I was gone. We spent the day in the Mt. Timpanogos Temple seeing Paul's niece get married and then out to the luncheon. It has been a wonderful day - I don't have to do the dishes on my birthday so whatever else happens there is that little vacation from the real world.Love you all.
Sure do miss the wit and wisdom and heart felt remarks that I had grown used to, but glad Ann had a good birthday.
Wait a minute, Steve, make that comment a little clearer. (Are we being too sweet? You started it.)
Take another look at the scarecrow photo. On the phone this morning, Judy pointed out the fact this is probably the only photo that shows the size of the berry patch. That's no patch, that's a field! All of a sudden I feel somewhat exonerated for not hoeing in the beet fields. I think Judy spent a lot of time hoeing in the strawberries, but so did Steve and I. We also had a lot of fun. Remember our "Blood's Bird Bitten Berries" sales pitch? As I recall, we got paid a smidgen for every box of berries we picked, which Mother and Judy would then take to town to be sold in one of the grocery stores.
We probably are beiing too sweet, but what I'm refering to is that being a million miles away I miss the contact of some who have disappeared.
I need to leave a happy birthday message since I didn't have the opportunity to talk to Ann on the phone. What a nice way to spend a birthday. I have seen the scarecrow picture before and it brought a chuckle at your fun and nonsense. I think I missed something not being home in your growing up years.
Louise, you tried to call - I owe you a call back. Actually not being home during my growing up years may be considered a blessing. That way you only know the things you hear second hand - and so perhaps that lets you think only good things about me - maybe.
But look at all the fun I missed out on. But I am glad to at least get the stories.
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