tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post1681047068132835220..comments2024-03-19T07:11:50.245-06:00Comments on Happy Quilting: Mother's Day Giveaway Celebration - Day 3Melissa Corryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17466540745755929200noreply@blogger.comBlogger348125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-41866039387109464942014-05-11T18:12:28.332-06:002014-05-11T18:12:28.332-06:00My mum used to often share a bit of a creepy story...My mum used to often share a bit of a creepy story about how she was petrified she would fall into the snake pit on her way home from school every day (she was a missionary kid in Papua New Guinea!)auschickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08976615536063352439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-84621406894821779292014-05-11T17:42:00.470-06:002014-05-11T17:42:00.470-06:00My favorite memory of my mother talking about her ...My favorite memory of my mother talking about her childhood is when she would tell stories about her and her pawpaw going fishing. He would get a old stick and dig for worms right there and they would eat bologna sandwiches and fish all day long. I loved the way shelooked when she would tell the story. It always made her so happy. Tiffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12043257206746325064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-76862020233923499942014-05-11T15:04:38.878-06:002014-05-11T15:04:38.878-06:00My mother was the baby of 9 children and she would...My mother was the baby of 9 children and she would tell stories of vacationing at a cottage her oldest brother owned and being able to swim all day.Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05567495471377536239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-62583231927723858372014-05-11T14:01:10.202-06:002014-05-11T14:01:10.202-06:00Once she rode on a bike with her father to his par...Once she rode on a bike with her father to his parents it's almost 30 kms and on their way home they found a lot of qantarelles in the woods!Carin@Ullhärvanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18151120034508509678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-54659861201279049872014-05-11T12:40:06.847-06:002014-05-11T12:40:06.847-06:00my mom had to quit school when she was in third gr...my mom had to quit school when she was in third grade because her mother died and she had to raise all of her younger siblings.so she did not have much time to play. but she always was a heck of a story teller. she made up a story about a headless man sitting on a log that her brothers and sister had to go past to walk to school. one morning after they went to school she stuffed some of her dad's clothes with hay. poured tomato juice around the collar of the shirt and sit it on the log. she hid behind the log and waited for her siblings to walk by. when they saw the "headless body" sitting on the log, they froze in fright. then she started raising its arms and all the kids tore out screaming, some even wet themselves. what i wouldnt give to have see that. babscorbitt@gmail.combarbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02965838540989643678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-66576727564337709662014-05-11T11:48:12.510-06:002014-05-11T11:48:12.510-06:00My mom had a hard childhood, or maybe not even a c...My mom had a hard childhood, or maybe not even a childhood. She had to quit school in the sixth grade to help support her family.abeullahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18171481002602185830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-56691333402225878992014-05-11T11:34:31.898-06:002014-05-11T11:34:31.898-06:00Funny: if the kids would not let her join the ping...Funny: if the kids would not let her join the ping pong game, she would sit on the table and nobody could play!Pieced Brain Quilt Designshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18342451572000122181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-3453767664867194442014-05-11T10:22:36.581-06:002014-05-11T10:22:36.581-06:00When my Mom grew up she lived in Western Canada an...When my Mom grew up she lived in Western Canada and she would tell us about those days.Sandy Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13523980665065795854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-8891667215838107342014-05-11T08:55:54.693-06:002014-05-11T08:55:54.693-06:00A favorite story would be when her and her sister ...A favorite story would be when her and her sister received care packages from relatives in the USA during wartime in Germany. Thank you - what a fabulous give away series!Barb in Mihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15039598860816147490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-31694899047399722612014-05-11T08:19:45.120-06:002014-05-11T08:19:45.120-06:00My mother was the baby in the family, and her next...My mother was the baby in the family, and her next oldest sibling was her sister Georgia. Either she couldn't pronounce Georgia or it was too long a name for a little girl, so she called her Sis. We called her Aunt Sis as kids right up until she passed. They're both gone now and I miss them terribly.Jacklynn Grimmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11096344842079472571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-60128619527636884582014-05-11T00:13:41.924-06:002014-05-11T00:13:41.924-06:00My mom was the only daughter in a family with five...My mom was the only daughter in a family with five boys. She was a daddy's girl and always glows when she reminisces about her dad. Pedal Sew Lightlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08661639542769364578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-44429669578789617412014-05-10T23:34:09.276-06:002014-05-10T23:34:09.276-06:00I love the stories my mom tells of her own mother&...I love the stories my mom tells of her own mother's cooking. My grandmother was a terrible cook, but she was inventive out of necessity. We still eat the lettuce, mayo, and peanut salad that she created all those years ago. At least that never got burnt my mom would say!<br />naragonbets@gmail.comBetsy Bubblegumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05074173897652378984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-18020910296056170902014-05-10T21:51:59.332-06:002014-05-10T21:51:59.332-06:00I loved hearing about the games she and her friend...I loved hearing about the games she and her friends used to play on the playground.... from marbles, to double Dutch jump rope to hopscotch..... so many of life's simple pleasures that are lost on the youth of today.suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05901530540992792438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-32939929484776139772014-05-10T21:21:41.425-06:002014-05-10T21:21:41.425-06:00One of my favorite stories from my Mom's child...One of my favorite stories from my Mom's childhood is; that when she was a little girl her father managed a sawmill in the pine forests of Arizona. Mom and my two aunts played all sorts of make believe games and had the greatest adventures throughout the area. They loved to play Nancy Drew, and even though my mom is the middle girl, she always got to be Nancy.<br />My email is : bestbelle2010@aol.comAmanda Besthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10112528423962356084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-12338789867328104342014-05-10T20:14:43.506-06:002014-05-10T20:14:43.506-06:00My mom didn't say much about her childhood. T...My mom didn't say much about her childhood. Times were hard. I do remember her telling me that for her 16th birthday she got to stay in school one more day and then she had to quit to go to work in the textile mills to help support her family.Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03818538206025241695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-90882989566334012592014-05-10T16:50:38.785-06:002014-05-10T16:50:38.785-06:00The country school stories and the walk to get the...The country school stories and the walk to get theresewspecialladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07121064094881436068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-7612104898480994302014-05-10T16:46:23.605-06:002014-05-10T16:46:23.605-06:00My mom grew up in the south. She used to tell the ...My mom grew up in the south. She used to tell the story of her mom sending her to get a switch for bit of discipline. Her sister hid my mom's her bottom with her (my Aunt's) skirt. Needless to say, my grandmother was so tickled she forgot the discipline.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00897893043922071617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-66766856474199764142014-05-10T15:47:24.266-06:002014-05-10T15:47:24.266-06:00Mum's sister was quite a bit older than her an...Mum's sister was quite a bit older than her and lived out west where it was very hot in summer. On one holiday to visit it was so hot in the house that they couldn't sleep so they all carried their bedding out on to the lawn and slept there..the mind boggles about doing that these days. We were always fascinated by this story of hersLynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07336272327098252220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-14096969416558832142014-05-10T15:32:57.194-06:002014-05-10T15:32:57.194-06:00My mum lived in PNG when she was small...they had ...My mum lived in PNG when she was small...they had a pet monkey that would take little souvenirs from the house!Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14739140491194268689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-34043048840974957382014-05-10T13:09:15.351-06:002014-05-10T13:09:15.351-06:00when she found $5 in her coat pocket - she forgot ...when she found $5 in her coat pocket - she forgot she put it there and was about to throw away the kleenex in her pocket.Salliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04595920651501562113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-69092342984423997582014-05-10T12:34:17.913-06:002014-05-10T12:34:17.913-06:00My grandparents built their home and my mother has...My grandparents built their home and my mother has many amusing stories about how she and her two older siblings would get in trouble during the building process!Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12880622064103887388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-39574656985010414242014-05-10T12:16:51.123-06:002014-05-10T12:16:51.123-06:00My mom spent hours riding around her neighborhood ...My mom spent hours riding around her neighborhood on her bright yellow banana seat bike.Michelle Olsen Sasakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16331418808688939638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-67448560197616013002014-05-10T11:58:11.828-06:002014-05-10T11:58:11.828-06:00There were 4 children in my mother's family. G...There were 4 children in my mother's family. Grandfather worked construction jobs and was the only breadwinner until the kids were old enough to contribute... She was a young teen during WWll and has told me how the staples we take for granted today were rationed, including leather and sugar, etc. I remember her telling me how it was Patriotic for them to bend over the back heels of their shoes and walk on them to enable them to wear the shoes longer. The soldiers needed the leather for their boots! She's fond of the saying, "waste not, want not".KathleenDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15499620840532339084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-82468841985556771402014-05-10T11:52:32.446-06:002014-05-10T11:52:32.446-06:00When my mother was a toddler, a stranger gave her ...When my mother was a toddler, a stranger gave her two gold coins because he thought she was so beautiful. I have one and my brother has the other now.JustPamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05045804511378274932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126317057339121070.post-61928085384837013152014-05-10T10:55:31.528-06:002014-05-10T10:55:31.528-06:00My mum grew up on a farm next to a river and I lov...My mum grew up on a farm next to a river and I loved to hear the story when she and the boy next door decided to use a wooden crate that was used to do washing as a boat during a flood - the story was full of drama (as my mum almost drowned) and I liked adventures like this.Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14107926408175124733noreply@blogger.com