tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post7512575903470006360..comments2024-03-28T19:48:00.261-05:00Comments on JUST ME: It's a new dayDonna. Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393352099473686196noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-57055342057096173812021-01-23T06:18:09.325-06:002021-01-23T06:18:09.325-06:00Donna, I love to read your blog. You always have s...Donna, I love to read your blog. You always have something interesting to share. My mom chain smoked and died at age 68 of pulmonary fibrosis..s terrible death. My stepdad died first of lung cancer at 72. Smoking was a terrible habit and my sister and I both swore we would never take up such a dirty habit.Margie's Musingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11206751037182686016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-39429048106031858992021-01-22T11:20:31.133-06:002021-01-22T11:20:31.133-06:00Thank goodness for the good memories that seem to ...Thank goodness for the good memories that seem to get us through the rough times. You have been blessed with some good ones ! I'm mostly known as 'MA'https://www.blogger.com/profile/12107548726472541669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-49903903639732258072021-01-22T08:28:46.055-06:002021-01-22T08:28:46.055-06:00Oh what a fun trip down memory lane this blog entr...Oh what a fun trip down memory lane this blog entry was, Donna. I so enjoyed reading it. Yep, my Daddy died of lung cancer too, at 69 years old on February 13, 1987. Both my brothers died of the same. All of them were smokers. It's good to quite the habit but most of the time it doesn't avoid the lung cancer, as the damage has already been done. I'm glad I never picked up the habit. My mother never smoked, just Daddy. ~Andrea xoxo The Feminine Energyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02145843258211481300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-32966466254714685082021-01-22T06:32:01.560-06:002021-01-22T06:32:01.560-06:00Actually, I said "in his 70's" when ...Actually, I said "in his 70's" when I should have said "almost 80". he was 79 when he died. But lung cancer made his last 3 or 4 years a living hell. He was either in pain or under the influence of strong drugs that made him sleep, during those last years.Donna. Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18393352099473686196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-52326312747775839562021-01-22T06:21:09.270-06:002021-01-22T06:21:09.270-06:00I thought of the song...take me back country roads...I thought of the song...take me back country roads. I don’t recall “ lickin” ’ the bowl, but my girls enjoyed this. I suppose there were too many of us to lick the bowl. My mother didn’t bake cookies and very few cakes. Guess we were too poor to have this luxury. Galla Creekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15765021266883258286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-77273435904030849592021-01-21T18:00:53.777-06:002021-01-21T18:00:53.777-06:00Gosh... My mother never baked when we were young s...Gosh... My mother never baked when we were young so that wasn't an option for us. Gee.. 70 sounds young now to pass away.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07461569436322815787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-43598130538607120542021-01-21T16:12:39.677-06:002021-01-21T16:12:39.677-06:00My brother and I would fight over licking the bowl...My brother and I would fight over licking the bowl. My two girls are like meh, they could care less and so after taking a few swipes with my finger, the rest now goes down the drain. We evidently did something wrong the way we brought up our girls.<br /><br />I like the story of getting money from your dad. My dad never carried any money so I knew enough to not ask him. My mom however, was a pushover at the right times and I picked and chose those times very carefully.Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13214319366049620074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-22391479113843706252021-01-21T12:47:56.789-06:002021-01-21T12:47:56.789-06:00Me too.Me too.Donna. Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18393352099473686196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-75656507811996717302021-01-21T12:47:29.817-06:002021-01-21T12:47:29.817-06:00When we lived at Eagleville, I read all the comic ...When we lived at Eagleville, I read all the comic books at the little grocery-and-dry-goods store. The one lady who worked there saw me reading, but never ever told me to quit and go home. Donna. Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18393352099473686196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-88415622912896417932021-01-21T11:57:37.415-06:002021-01-21T11:57:37.415-06:00I used to lick the beaters for my mom. In those da...I used to lick the beaters for my mom. In those days, we lived in happy ignorance of the dangers of raw eggs. My paternal grandfather had a gum bowl that he kept way far up; he had the green, the white and Juicy Fruit. I always wanted one of the mint ones. He also gave me a quarter now and then to walk into town to buy two comic books. I loved comic books! Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17197599882756386184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36183952.post-15538282137489902112021-01-21T11:44:18.810-06:002021-01-21T11:44:18.810-06:00I still love to lick the bowl. LOL.I still love to lick the bowl. LOL.CountryDewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03243893531509380824noreply@blogger.com