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Almost 70 years ago Clyda and Veon were married. That union is why we are all here. This blog is created to capture our thoughts and help us get to know each other better. There will be a new question posted each Sunday until December. Please use contributors first names only. If you are posting anonymously please add your first name to the text. Enjoy!
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Attention everyone...Marilyn has a WEB PAGE !! You can check it out at www.marilynsmithartist.com!
Nicole, please publish the following disclaimer in a prominent place:
I hesitated to make long narratives with these posts, but Nicole said she might put the whole blog thing into a book form someday, and I could use this as a forum for writing for my kids and grandkids. I can’t pass up an opportunity like that. So rather than bore you, feel free to skip anything you’re not interested in or don’t want to be bothered to read. Sonja
Note from Nicole:
I am happy to do this for anybody that is interested. I am enjoying hearing from each of you and would love to hear from more. Thanks Sonja for taking the time to work on this and giving us an opportunity to get to know you better.
Kids from Lt to Rt:Marilyn, Barbara, Veon Jr., Gladys, Gerald, Evan. Clyda and Veon in the Middle.
Sonja
Ve's Wife
Nicole
Glady's Youngest
Marilyn
The Youngest Daughter
Evan
"The Baby"
Daphne
Glady's Oldest
Clyda
7 comments:
I don't really recall any practical jokes. I do remember a really mean joke my afore mentioned friend, Amy Hunter, and I played on a girl who lived on our street and we didn't like. Amy had an apricot tree in her backyard and there were rotting apricots on her lawn. We gathered those rotting apricots, mushed them together, put them in a Strawberry Shortcake thermos, and took it to her. She drank it and liked it. I felt really guilty. I think I only disliked her as support to Amy.
Mindy
When I think of practical jokes I think of one of the summer's I spent with Daphne. She had this neighbor named Corey that we got into a 'practical joke' war. It included 'popconring' him. We popped bags and bags of popcorn with an air popper (it took hours and hours) and at night we put butcher paper over his front door and poured the popcorn between the paper and the door for a morning surprise. He got us back by making our apartment a 'nuclear disaster' zone with tinfoil and radiation stickers. We also taped off his car as a crime scene with sidewalk chalk and crime scene tape. I don't remember all the things we did that summer (what am I missing Daph?) but it was sure fun.
I was also involved in a variety of toilet papering adventures and other things some that were great fun and others that I would rather not remember.
I forgot all about the summer of Corey jokes. The crime scene tape was my favorite. We had the whole building talking after that one. One time we took all the doormats in the apt. building and piled them up in front of his door too.
Daphne
Your post made me laugh, Nicole! That sounds fun.
Mindy
My uncle's cigar in the cowpie was my biggest one. I also chased my mother with a water snake one time. I didn't really get in trouble. She'd turn around to scold me but I kept coming so she'd run. We had a hired girl and we had a little pink mouse. I tried to show it to her and she ran so I chased her. I thought the snake and mouse were cute and they didn't.
Clyda
I think the meanest thing I did was when my mother’s brother came to stay at our home one summer and he brought himself a cigar to show how mature he was. He’d just smoke part of it and he put out the flame and put it up in the rafters in the cellar. My brother and I found it and stirred a cow pie with it then we put it back up there. He was pretty mad but he couldn’t do anything about it because he would have caught hell from my dad for putting a cigar up there. I also chased my mother with a water snake one time. I didn’t really get in trouble. She’d turned around to scold me but I kept coming so she’d run. We had a hired girl and we had a little pink mouse. I tried to show it to her and she ran so I chased her. I thought the snake and mouse were cute and they didn’t. Clyda
I never got in trouble for anything. I was too scared, unimaginative and eager to please to get into trouble. My favorite practical joke, that I was privy to, was one my parents cooked up together. They had a huge Halloween party at our house for the Springfield branch (of the church). They had decorations for a dance in the barn loft that included head stones with funny poems about different people in the branch. For instance; "Here lie the bodies of George and Stell. They were always late so they’ve gone to Hell."
For the final event of the evening, Daddy built a huge bonfire by the lake and told a ghost story about the man who had last lived in an old abandoned cabin on the hill on the other side of the lake. Before the party, Mother and Daddy had rigged up a wire pulley that ran from our house on one hill, to the cabin on the other hill (situated in a triangle from the dam where the bonfire was). They had a sheet attached to the pulley and had synchronized their watches so that at just the right time Mother would start the pulley so that those listening to the story could see the ghost float across the lake. Cool, huh? Sonja
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