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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.
3 comments:
My childhood home was directly across the street from my best friend's so we would always shine flashlights back and forth late at night. My favorite view now is out the back windows of my current home. I feel like I'm in heaven everyday when I look outside and see the mountains and lake.
The house I was born in was deep in the woods and the view was mostly trees. But from the back porch the red lights from the radio towers were barely visible on "Radio Lane" where KGBX was. On some summer nights I could also hear the roar of the lion at Zoo Park.
From the bedroom window of the house I mostly grew up in, in Mo. I could see, beyond the circular drive that went around the house, the tree covered hillside leading down to the spring. In springtime it was covered with a million wild flowers. Up closer to the house was a long, think row of bright yellow daffodils. And to the left was the big Lilac tree whose branches bowed down to make a "secret" room where I sometimes went just for the fun of having a "secret" private place.
Sonja
I remember almost all of the views out of the windows in my homes. None are as interesting as mountains and lakes (you are in Heaven) or the woods of the South (mmm, lovely). In the house we lived in when I was a teenager, there was a neighbor boy across the street whose bedroom window looked right into mine and mine into his. We had put up curtains to resolve this. When I was 15 and somewhat befriended this boy, I took down the curtains so we could flirt (I know what you're thinking, and NO)! He died in a car accident a couple years later.
For a few years we had an open gravel field behind that house out of which I collected some neat rocks. I still have really strange dreams about that field.
In my house now, I have a cherry blossom tree outside the windows of my sun room off the kitchen. In April, I LOVE opening all of the blinds because they are filled with pink blossoms.
Mindy
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