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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.
4 comments:
. I stepped on a needle at Barbara Westlund's house and had to go to the hospital emergency room. A doctor couldn't find my pulse.....I was breathing! The nurse asked me what country my parents were from (odd names).
. Two car accidents-survived both.
. surgical scar underneath my right arm pit (from a first rib removal), two really ugly long scars on the insides of my ankles from a surgery-learned I had keloid scarring.
Marilyn
The only time I've ever been in a hospital was to have babies and once to have my tubes tied. At the time it was (maybe still is) a "No! No!" in the church to have your tubes tied so I told everyone I had to have an IUD (inter-uteran device contraceptive) sergically removed.
I only have two little scars. One is from when I tipped my crib over (from inside it) and my first and only tooth went through my lip. The other is the big smile above my left knee from when I fell at the age of 3 or 4 and broke some bottled peaches my mother had cooling in front of the window. I don't remember what my parents did to soothe me. I didn't get hurt much because I didn't risk much physically, because I've always been a klutz and didn't want to get hurt. But I do remeber my mother kneeling beside me over the toilet to hold my head when I threw up. (I didn't do that much either, come to think of it).
Sonja
I have not had any injuries nor been to the hospital (knock on wood). Both of my parents were sympathetic when I got hurt; hugs and kisses, and my mom would clean and bandage "the wound." When I was sick, my mom let me watch movies, made sure I drank a lot of fluids, and I think on more than one occasion, brought me a Lime Rickey from Arctic Circle (still my favorite when I'm sick). My mom also used to tickle my face to comfort me.
Mindy
I have never had to spend the night at a hospital. (for my own needs) I have been to the hospital for emergency injuries,somehow they always happen when the doctor's office is closed. Once for a seizure but released. I don't know if I remember all the events; Grabbing blender blades after the small container with grahm crackers took off as I thought I was going to hold it down before it did; Bicycle turn too tight and 3 stitches to the right shin below the knee; Three stitches as I pretended to be goal keeper for a parks and rec soccer team. These don't count the times Jerry helped me need stitches from the doctor.
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