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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
6 comments:
I remember our cat, Tippy, who disappeared after her kittens disappeared. We had a dog named Sandy. I think she was technically Jerry's dog. I remeber when we got her. I was three years old and she died when I was 19.
The best pet in the world is any animal you care for. They all have a soul and are vulnerable to the world.
Pets were, gold fish, hamster, parakeet, Boris the kangaroo rat, a couple of snakes, Sam the Samoyed dog.
Sam was good for teaching me responsibility, individualality and life's process. When he chewed garden hoses, trees, and whatever else, or would escape for girl friends, it was a learning experience. He also like to go skiing for the end of school year campout.
I had a few cats throughout my childhood but my favorite pet was my dog, Molly. She used to sit on my books when I was doing homework so I would play with her instead of reading. She would also root through my school bag to find my gum and chew it. I always knew she had been into it when I suddenly smelled cinnamon.
The best pet in the world is by far a dog, but I would like to find one that can take care of itself while I'm on vacation like a cat does. :)
Daphne
I don't remember having a pet as a child.
In our family we had an old dog and the white Samoyed. We loved him. I was quite attached to Marilyn's little dog Skye. I'm not a cat person. I like them but I don't like them as pets for me.
Clyda
I had a cat for a long time named Mongra. She was a tortoiseshell colored cat. My friend Jodi gave her to me. I had her until we moved in with Grandma. I don't think she wanted a cat too much because we ended up taking her out to Ve and Sonja's. I don't know what happened after that. I think she ran away from their place. She was a great source of comfort to me during my late elementary years.
We had a dog named Roger that looked like a Golden Retriever. Rather, I think, HE had US. He ate a few table scraps, when we had beef bones or such. But mostly he caught his food somewhere on the 220 acres of woods on our farm. He would be gone sometimes for several days at a time, but always came back. A couple of times he came back with serious injuries. Once, one of his eyes was hanging out and had to be snipped off. Another time he must have tangled with a columbine or something. His hind leg was pretty badly mangled. Daddy and my cousin JoNell and the current pair of missionaries took him to the woods that night, with some chloroform and a saw, and cut off the bad leg. They tied it off so he wouldn’t bleed to death. The next day he was up chasing cows again and apparently feeling better than he had in weeks. Daddy called him our arithmetic dog because he "put down three and carried one."
We also had lots of wild kittens hanging around the barn where Daddy milked the cows. They seemed to enjoy it when he would squirt them in the mouth with milk directly from the cow. They were too wild to be pets, really. But they kept the mice under control. Sonja
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