tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post113771990051372179..comments2023-10-23T09:21:51.759-04:00Comments on Days of Deerledge: Circa 1967Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543916613150464407noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137952350234584282006-01-22T12:52:00.000-05:002006-01-22T12:52:00.000-05:00I miss MY freckles too! Someone shouldda told me ...I miss MY freckles too! Someone shouldda told me that I'd miss them when I was young and hated mine too. <BR/><BR/>YES - Update on the older brother!<BR/><BR/>XOXOX<BR/><BR/>(Didn't I used to have a link on your blog somewhere? ;~)Gina in N'Awlinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12596384594446179488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137818604540746042006-01-20T23:43:00.000-05:002006-01-20T23:43:00.000-05:00Ahhh, memories! Especially those of family. Over...Ahhh, memories! Especially those of family. Over my Christmas break I spent a ton of time scanning in hundreds of old photos, slides and film negatives ranging from 1970 to 1985. Actually, the total came out to at least 1600 because my scanner names each scan numerically starting at "photo0000" and works up. Why, you ask? Well my mom said she had a box full of slides from when we were younger and wanted to have them printed so she could look at them. I offered to convert all of the old stuff to digital since it's the wave of the future. I even organized them into folders based on date and event. Then I gave my mom a photo DVD so she could have a slideshow on her TV.<BR/><BR/>Sorry - I ran on and on here.Jered Widmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11752410707710735683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137800931788586272006-01-20T18:48:00.000-05:002006-01-20T18:48:00.000-05:00You're going to have to update this blog, I think ...You're going to have to update this blog, I think people are under the impression that our older brother is some homeless derelict or something, you will have to clue them in. You definitely were the cute one, and still are!Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12831144152790335800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137800644201014402006-01-20T18:44:00.000-05:002006-01-20T18:44:00.000-05:00I hope there's more to this story, Sheri.But I do ...I hope there's more to this story, Sheri.<BR/><BR/>But I do have to say this: you WERE the cute one. I say so.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503327097938891097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137781962160613622006-01-20T13:32:00.000-05:002006-01-20T13:32:00.000-05:00aww thanks for sharing that. i hope your older br...aww thanks for sharing that. i hope your older brother has reconciled.........limehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259558876349307173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137769953735040742006-01-20T10:12:00.000-05:002006-01-20T10:12:00.000-05:00That is so sad. Maybe it's that I wasn't raised wi...That is so sad. Maybe it's that I wasn't raised with my half-brothers, but to lose one that you knew as a kid. That seems harsh.Larryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18423390372744319739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137768531951749882006-01-20T09:48:00.000-05:002006-01-20T09:48:00.000-05:00Until the day she died my mother was still buying ...Until the day she died my mother was still buying "matching" stuff for the three of us. As kids poor Terri would have to wear the 'same' sweater for years because we had it in 3 different sizes. Terri and I used to dress all of our kids alike every christmas too...NOT anymore...they won't let us.Melodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17550490344641476240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137767103807802332006-01-20T09:25:00.000-05:002006-01-20T09:25:00.000-05:00First, you were such a cute kid. I don't see the c...First, you were such a cute kid. I don't see the chubby, but I have enough of my own body hang-ups to know that you will see it that way no matter what I say. However, you really were a cutie!<BR/><BR/>Your brother sounds like a lot of fun. So does your sister, although I could have lived my entire life without seeing those men in their underwear playing Twister. <BR/><BR/>Family dynamics work in very mysterious ways. Have you since found out what went on between your dad and brother? Do they talk now? (Yes, I'm nosy)ccwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319415763862282537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137766861008604582006-01-20T09:21:00.000-05:002006-01-20T09:21:00.000-05:00I'm convinced that there's no such thing as a "nor...I'm convinced that there's no such thing as a "normal" family--even the ones that seem to have the perfect husband/wife, 2.5 kids, dog, SUV, blah blah..<BR/><BR/>Every family has its secrets and skeletons.<BR/><BR/>Hell, that's what makes life interesting--and annoying all at the same time!<BR/><BR/>This post almost seems like the start of a short story about you and your siblings...a great connection to the picture and you really brought me into your younger days.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing!<BR/><BR/>M.Marie Rossiterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15846437415662703590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137735381775358052006-01-20T00:36:00.000-05:002006-01-20T00:36:00.000-05:00WOW...I have to say I am quite curious about your ...WOW...I have to say I am quite curious about your brother. Have you not seen him since?Joelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14931155754913136808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062125.post-1137723225447556952006-01-19T21:13:00.000-05:002006-01-19T21:13:00.000-05:00Very touching insight into your childhood and sibl...Very touching insight into your childhood and siblings. We all live in dysfuntional families these days it seems. Mine is top of the line dysfunctional...sister and I don't get along, niece ran away from home at 16 and although she's ok, will never recapture the youth she threw away. Dad is an alcoholic that stopped drinking years ago but still has the "symptoms" that come along with it. Mom had an affair on my dad before I was born and to this day I doubt my sister is his. (I'm not suppoed to know that though) <BR/>It makes me have wishes...for a Happy, non-dysfunctional family. For a sucure future for my own daughter and a full life with my husband. When I look back at my life it makes me wonder where did we all go so wrong? Why couldn't we all just get along and be happy and enjoy each others company like they did on tv shows like Little House or 7th Heaven? <BR/>It does help to blog about stuff like this...to recature all those memories, good ones and bad ones. Hugs!Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15269821288494359613noreply@blogger.com