I can believe that Squinney; just take your time. It's not easy to wait but your words are worth waiting for.
Yea, no pressure. You always want to leave them wanting more.
Wow what an awesome story! I"m glad I found this forum as this is so spellbinding. Thanks for sharing this with all of us.
bookmarking. I'm in work, outrageously (as LordE would say) busy and I can't keep away from this thread. I have to print it and read it later.
squinney the beautiful and talented is very busy getting ready for a really great Make A Wish Charity Casino night this Friday.... a great dj (me), a Vegas Elvis impersonator, white carriage rides around the commons, 10 gambling tables, decor, silent auction, "funny money auction", she's pretty busy. She'll be back.
Spring season ready to burst into full swing for the Bear family.
Best of luck, folks.
I hope the Casino is a huge success.
...and what happens at the Casino, stays at the Casino--starting with your patrons' cash.
Hey Squinney!
You wouldn't happen to be Jinny the Squinney, would you?
will there ever be more? I want to go back to that time with you
Squinney--
I second the motion.
When the dust settles I hope you continue writing.
Me too! Miss you Squinney!
I missed seeing this before...you're an awfully good writer, squinney-- I'm not just saying that, and I'm very picky about writing, too!
Really compelling and well told.
In the summer my cousins would come to stay with grandma and grandpa for a week so we could all play together. Michelle was a year younger than me and our favorite thing to do was to play like we were on Johnny Carson or Miss America. Grandma's house was white with black shutters and it had a tin roof and two porches. If we were playin' Miss America we used the side porch cause it had a long sidewalk.
One day we were playin' Johnny Carson and her brothers who are identical twins came and started throwing rocks but they were'nt throwing them hard or close to us. We told them to stop, but they didn't. Michelle yelled real loud and got mad which I didn't understand cause I knew they were just trying to make her do that. Michelle went and told grandma and then grandma made us all stop playing and sit down on the carport.
When the summer was really hot we would climb trees or build forts in the shade of the carport using grandpa's wool army blankets. Grandma would bring us lunch out on the porch so we could eat at the picnic table. If we had been really good that day and not tracked into the house a thousand times, we each got our own glass bottle of Pepsi. The glass was frosty. The twins liked to lick theirs but Michelle said that was yucky so I didn't try it.
If we wanted a snack we asked Grandma for the salt and each got a stalk of ruhbarb or a cucumber or something from the garden. My brother would sometimes ring the big dinner bell by the garden and Grandma would look outside real quick 'cause it was only supposed to be used if there was trouble or to call the men in for supper.
Having Michelle and the twins visit was always a treat. For that whole time we didn't have to put up hay or pick stalls or anything and we got to spend the night at Grandma and Granpa's and giggle all night or until Michelle got tired and told me to go to sleep. After Michelle got tubes in her ears she didn't want to talk in bed anymore. When I yawned one time she slapped me and I said "Why did you do that?" She said cause it hurt her ears, so I tried not to yawn anymore and just go to sleep even when I still had a lot I wanted to say.
The twins were really cute and I couldn't tell them apart for a long time. One Christmas I noticed that one had a mole like some people called a beauty spot or something and after that I knew which one I was talking to. They were both kinda quiet all the time but I knew they were listening and thinking cause there was always a twinkle in their eyes. They were happy until their Dad died. I felt really bad about that.
They also had a littler brother that was really smart and he liked to read big hardback fact books about war planes and military stuff. He wanted to be a pilot in the airforce and he knew a lot about it before he was even ten years old. He was very serious all of the time. On Thanksgiving day when we were all at the table before Uncle Mike died, Robbie asked in a loud voice who cut the cheese. I didn't know what that meant since there wasn't any cheese, but Uncle Mike tried to get onto him. They all ended up laughing and so did I cause it seemed like it must not have been something to say at Grandma's table.
Uncle Mike liked funny cars and driving fast. He liked doing a lot of things and he loved his boys. He taught them how to box and got them a coach and they were in Golden Gloves and won fights. I didn't like them doing that. I was afraid they would get hurt. One time I thought about what would happen if they broke their noses and they weren't perfect any more and if that would make them sad. I went to one of their fights with Dad but I didn't want to go anymore after I saw blood.
(To K and K - Thank you for your service. You are my hero's and will always have my admiration. Healing thoughts are being sent from all the family. Hang in there.)
Hey squinney! Good to see you back!
An unexpected opportunity to re-unite appeared yesterday. The initial call was difficult, and long feared given their service. Very thankful they are survivors, even though the next year will be medically involved. I can't say much about it. Neither could they. Damn war.
Nods, and good to see you back at the writing.
Squinney--
Glad you're writing, despite worries.
When Michelle wasn't visiting, Lori and I would play Johnny Carson on Grandma's porch. We pretended we were sisters that were singers and Johnny had asked us to be on his show 'cause we had a new record that was really good. We would pretend Johnny had just asked us something and then we would take turns answering. Sometimes we would act like he just said somethin funny and we would laugh and slap our knees or toss our hair back. Then he would ask us to sing our new song for everyone.
One time when we were playin’ Johnny Carson, Dad and Grandpa were down by the barn worming and preg- checkin cows. Grandma G and Betty Mom were in the garden when I told Lori to be quiet and not scream. She wanted to know why I told her that and I said for her to just not scream. When she asked me why again I told her I was sayin that ‘cause there’s a snake coming up on the porch.
She screamed real loud.
Dad and Grandpa came runnin’ and so did Grandma and Betty Mom. Grandpa picked up that snake and swung it around real fast on the gravel and killed him. Then Grandpa laughed, slapped Dad on the back and said he didn’t know Dad could move that fast. Dad had jumped clean over the fence without even climbing it. That made Lori and me laugh too so we wouldn't be scared any more. I thought Grandpa was really brave for killing that snake.
