tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post6445758736769245390..comments2023-06-24T03:43:07.793-07:00Comments on A Muse In Time: I RememberLornahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921536392529606099noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post-54360882123912275582013-04-18T15:23:22.939-07:002013-04-18T15:23:22.939-07:00It's amazing how all fragments of memories get...It's amazing how all fragments of memories get collected like this and pop out at you.<br />The good, the bad the regular daily stuff.<br />They all make you who you are lolA Lady's Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11973102350411443282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post-79921909292146893042013-04-17T10:35:24.239-07:002013-04-17T10:35:24.239-07:00@Crystal Chick Sometimes I regret cutting down the...@Crystal Chick Sometimes I regret cutting down the lilac tree in my back yard. It was overhanging too much and I needed to make space for my new dog. Lornahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12921536392529606099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post-78829258707423723192013-04-17T09:23:49.986-07:002013-04-17T09:23:49.986-07:00What an interesting list of memories!
Some days ...What an interesting list of memories! <br />Some days my memory is pretty good and others I can't remember what I had for dinner the night before. <br />Hmm... let's see, what is coming to mind right now...<br />*We had a huge lilac bush in our yard growing up. It's still my favorite flower.<br />*I was out to dinner with my mom while in either 11th or 12th grade and when we got CrystalChickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11778302473630157009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post-42818988777682688182013-04-17T07:42:46.617-07:002013-04-17T07:42:46.617-07:00I remember to come to work on a regular basis. :-...I remember to come to work on a regular basis. :-)<br /><br />PearlPearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post-11208255881068586892013-04-16T19:08:40.852-07:002013-04-16T19:08:40.852-07:00Ahhh, the good and the bad, all memories which sho...Ahhh, the good and the bad, all memories which should be treasured. After all, they usually come to define who we are. <br /><br />Some of your memories made my smile, others frown, but all were immensely entertaining and thought-provoking. <br /><br />Great post!HermanTurniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448138758753193112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post-3587523484180385162013-04-16T18:32:33.490-07:002013-04-16T18:32:33.490-07:00@Shelly --- I think that that would make an excell...@Shelly --- I think that that would make an excellent post! I wish you would write about it. Lornahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12921536392529606099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post-1701744742830797012013-04-16T17:04:52.372-07:002013-04-16T17:04:52.372-07:00I love especially your memory here of your husband...I love especially your memory here of your husband.<br /><br />I have a freakishly long memory, and my earliest memory was when I was about 16 months old, because it was before my sister was born when I was 17 months old. I can remember in detail many, many things that kind of astound people still.Shellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04930262815304757150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post-58144123976206513712013-04-16T12:01:35.053-07:002013-04-16T12:01:35.053-07:00IJo, wish I had such memories of my father. -LIJo, wish I had such memories of my father. -LLornahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12921536392529606099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6473445870693469268.post-32267600179329595732013-04-16T11:10:35.767-07:002013-04-16T11:10:35.767-07:00What wonderful memories you have.
I remember when...What wonderful memories you have.<br /><br />I remember when I was ten years old, on an outing with my Brownie troup, finding a perfect four-leaf clover in a meadow. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I thought it was the happiest day of my life.<br /><br />I also remember sitting on the lawn, on the bank of the Somass River on summer afternoons, chatting with my father, whom I adored. He calledJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03382221688268676914noreply@blogger.com