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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
5 comments:
I hung out with my mom a LOT until I was about 12 years old. I went grocery shopping with her - we went to the "day-old" bakery for treats sometimes. I remember her taking me to a second hand clothing store up stairs from a "real" store on the square. It was always very clean and tidy. The owner was a sweet little old lady named Mrs. Browning. She made a fuss over my long ringletts and was always delighted to see Mother.
I didn't have much of my dad's attention until we moved to Utah and I was the only one left at home. (And he was no longer tied up with endless church responsibilities). He loved being in the mountains. I used to hike with him to places like Lake Blanch and Do-Nut falls. I made a couple of trips back to Missouri with him to help him drive.
Sonja
I remember going downtown on the bus with mom to shop at the Paris Company and Auerbach's. I think mom used to put a lot of stuff on "lay-a-way" for school. We always ended up at ZCMI in the bargain basement fabric-which several of us could tell horrer stories.
After dad died, mom and I went on several driving trips to various states, stopping at the thrift stores and parks and having no schedules.
After I was older, I would go bowling with dad-even got my own bowling ball. It didn't make me a better bowler.
Marilyn
Looking back, the most special thing I did with mom and dad was experience their patience with me. It's amazing any parent could maintain a glimpse of sanity with the antics I went through. Maybe that is why I have two wonderful sons who have taught me a lot?
After Nadia and I were married, what I enjoyed most about my father was to have discussions about life, nature, marriage, his experiences… When he did talk about his personal experiences it was without pride.
I have enjoyed learning from mom’s determination and drive. I don't need to mention the material bargain basement since Marilyn already has.
Evan
My mom and I used to go to the mall after morning kindergarten got out and get Orange Julius'. Chris, Alicia and I always got to have a "special day" with each of our parents where we got to choose what we wanted to do for the day with mom or dad. With my dad, I used to pretend like I was asleep when I was little just so he would carry me to bed and tuck me in.
Well, eating icecream (Breyers Mint Chocolate Chip, of course) was a favorite pasttime to share with Dad. Going to Saturnalia (the local arcade) with him gave me some very positive memories. Watching stupid (by many people's standards, especially my mom's) movies was/is also fun.
With mom now and then: cooking, art projects, shopping..."girl" stuff.
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