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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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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.
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Best invention is the bicycle. As a kid I could travel long distances with only lunch or breakfast to power it. Now I can climb the mountains or cruise the roads generating deep thoughts. Yesterday's ride provided sights of thousands of wild flowers; Hundreds of butterflies; a rabbit and a snake; not to mention the trees or all the other animals I didn't see since I was watching the trail.
Of course maybe the mountain bike could be thought of as a horrible invention, for yesterday as I got lost in thoughts or scenery, I allowed myself to not look far enough ahead and watched my front tire drop into a rut, tossing me over the handle bars. Maybe the helmut is the best invention?
The computer of course because it allows me pose the questions and waste endless hours blog surfing (not to mention spell check).
I would have to say that the best invention in anyone’s lifetime has to be a toss up between the washing machine and the dishwasher. I don’t know how my mother did it! There were times when she used a wash board and homemade lie soap! There was a time when I washed my twin’s diapers in a wringer washer, and used the bathtub for the rinse. Yeah. Gotta be the washing machine! Sonja
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