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I come from a large family and it never felt like there was a real home for someone was always needing something! sam 
posted by
sam444
on February 27, 2012 at 10:08 AM
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I am trying to think right back. I was a howler as a little kid. I remember
bellowing at the top of my lungs because eating breakfast cereal and milk in the mornings made me feel sick. The border Collie dog outside who loved me would howl along with me.
posted by
Kabu
on February 27, 2012 at 7:02 AM
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Thank you Lion, hope you are OK 
posted by
C_C_T
on February 27, 2012 at 6:44 AM
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Re: It seems so sad to me that grandmas now live elsewhere
Pat a lot of children probably would not know how to react to there grandmothers even if they knew who they were, well a lot round here would not know their fathers.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 27, 2012 at 6:41 AM
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Re: CCT
Naut good compensation in those days Thank you
posted by
C_C_T
on February 27, 2012 at 6:36 AM
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What a lovely poem, I could just picture the scene
posted by
lionreign
on February 27, 2012 at 4:35 AM
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It seems so sad to me that grandmas now live elsewhere
and have careers and social lives, and there's no transferrence of family knowledge down to the grandsons and granddaughters who need so much to know where they came from and who they are and that there are "us" and "them." And Grandmas show how we treat them with respect when they don't agree with us, but keep our ways just the same.
posted by
Pat_B
on February 27, 2012 at 4:29 AM
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CCT
The day I got a brother I also got a bicycle, which impressed me far more, LOL...And your poem is sweet and perfectly written...
posted by
Nautikos
on February 27, 2012 at 3:51 AM
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Re: Loved it!
Amanda thank you and it is nice to know that you are so cheerful.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 26, 2012 at 11:59 PM
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Re: CCT
Wiley thank you, safer writing than driving in the snow
posted by
C_C_T
on February 26, 2012 at 11:57 PM
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Adnohr I expect so. Perhaps they both trust each other.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 26, 2012 at 11:54 PM
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Annicita it hardly seems possible now, at least they were not throwing the slops out of the window. At least an outhouse was better than building Council houses circa 1920
A well outside the backdoor no lighting, earth privy by the back door fortunately a massive garden.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 26, 2012 at 11:49 PM
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i remember a lot of that. trips to my grandmother's house still involved using an outhouse and chamber pot in the middle of the night. milking cows, fetching eggs, getting water from the well....yes big change
posted by
Annicita
on February 26, 2012 at 7:19 PM
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Such a sweet, sweet poem, C.C. I think many grandmothers, myself included, have taken little grandsons' hands and smiled.
posted by
adnohr
on February 26, 2012 at 6:04 PM
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CCT
Beautiful poetry, and I loved the nostalgia my friend.
posted by
WileyJohn
on February 26, 2012 at 6:03 PM
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Loved it!
CCT you wrote such a beautiful piece and I delighted in it as others will. You have a great deal of honesty also. I hear it when I read your posts.
posted by
Amanda6
on February 26, 2012 at 3:05 PM
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