tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737003524067433261.post6804841131343954611..comments2023-08-19T07:45:12.498-04:00Comments on Hurley Travels: Summertime FlashbacksJerry and Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03451709136031477888noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737003524067433261.post-60521666407262456152008-07-16T17:49:00.000-04:002008-07-16T17:49:00.000-04:00Pop used a shot glass for holding screws and nuts ...Pop used a shot glass for holding screws and nuts when he was working on a fix-it project.<BR/><BR/>I never ate a green onion until I was in my 30s. <BR/><BR/>This NY City kid spent 10 youthful summers in the Virgina Beach area. That's where I developed a taste for grits, biscuits and gravy, turnip greens......JEANNE and JACKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01278094325623876858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737003524067433261.post-41540459187786692222008-06-27T21:12:00.000-04:002008-06-27T21:12:00.000-04:00Hello Nancy and Jerry,Playing flash light tag.Slee...Hello Nancy and Jerry,<BR/>Playing flash light tag.<BR/>Sleeping outside with a blanket draped over poles, and waking up with all the farm dogs and cats laying on top of the tent, that was on top of me.<BR/>Having barefoot races on the stone lane and winning.<BR/>Taking a nap on a lazy afternoon on the sidewalk.<BR/>No air conditioner but a fan that was just right.<BR/>Going to the big city and buying ice cream from the ice cream man that was driving in the neighborhood.<BR/>Catching lightning bugs and wearing their lights like rings. (so I was a little twisted).<BR/>Tracking down the newest litter of kittens.<BR/>Riding my horse.<BR/>We had the Best Christmas's ever.<BR/>Always the last to find my Easter basket.<BR/>Exploring the neighbors dump with my sister. Oh the almost treasures we found!<BR/>Feeding a newborn calf with a bucket that had a nipple on the bottom.<BR/>Smelling the laundry after it was hung out, especially overnight.<BR/>Conquering my fear and climbing the old apple tree.<BR/>Swimming in the neighbors pond along with the dragonflies flying and the fish nibbling my toes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737003524067433261.post-23560472689195796362008-06-26T04:41:00.000-04:002008-06-26T04:41:00.000-04:00My mom didn't use shot glasses for the salt, she h...My mom didn't use shot glasses for the salt, she had little cut glass holders. I had forgotten all about that until you mentioned it. Must have been a midwest thing with the onions, as she was originally from Nebraska. Also, eating fruit right off the tree when it was so juicy and ripe it was falling on the ground. Remembering my best friend's twin brother throwing that ripe fruit right at us, he was such a brat. Being outside from sun up to sundown, running around the neighborhood with my friends doing different things and not worrying about anything happening to us. Collecting caterpillars and putting them in shoeboxes to watch them make their cocoons and coming out as butterflys. Catching horny toads, tadpoles, stink bugs and not thinking anything of it. Maybe Ron will write some things later as to what he remembers.<BR/><BR/>Hugs, Sharon & Ronourbusandushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05336618329004339310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737003524067433261.post-73825877717012927032008-06-24T19:12:00.000-04:002008-06-24T19:12:00.000-04:00Hello Nancy & Jerry!Some of my childhood memories:...Hello Nancy & Jerry!<BR/><BR/>Some of my childhood memories: Grape popsicles, coke in those green glass bottles sold by the case and climbing the neighbor's cherry tree...<BR/><BR/>Hope you two are having a great summer so far! MaureenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737003524067433261.post-38940091413102128772008-06-23T21:16:00.000-04:002008-06-23T21:16:00.000-04:00MaryI remember hanging wash on the line on a hot m...Mary<BR/>I remember hanging wash on the line on a hot morning and enjoying the cool sheets blowing in my face.<BR/>Growing tomatoes and then eating them - yum.<BR/>Visiting relatives in a small (very) southeast Kansas town and sleeping on the summer porch - sort of like John Denver's "Grandma's Feather Bed".<BR/>Playing baseball until it was so dark you couldn't see the ball until it was in front of your face. <BR/>Playing canasta on hot summer afternoons when it was too hot to be outside.<BR/><BR/>Norm<BR/>Riding my bike around town in Karlstad, MN where we could go anyplace we wanted.<BR/>Having Mister, the bottle lamb.Norm and Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11530713920785872010noreply@blogger.com