tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post6594407951697586344..comments2024-03-16T11:16:20.150-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Snow ForecastDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-64520698436769735292016-03-24T21:47:57.363-06:002016-03-24T21:47:57.363-06:00I remember when TVs used to go off for the night. ...I remember when TVs used to go off for the night. That loud test pattern came up. It now reminds me of too many horror movies that involve evil spirits climbing out of TVs!!!menopausal mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09058933838070665032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-13872434152735611032016-03-24T21:02:25.468-06:002016-03-24T21:02:25.468-06:00I had an older brother, too ... the tormenting may...I had an older brother, too ... the tormenting may take different forms, but it's always there!<br /><br />I LOVE that picture of you with your hair in curlers!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-61936621286158160962016-03-24T13:27:21.776-06:002016-03-24T13:27:21.776-06:00Brothers are soooooo good at that.
I can remember ...Brothers are soooooo good at that.<br />I can remember when I was seven or eight the youngest of my brothers (but older than me) slid a saucer of water into my bed. When I climbed into bed hours later of course I knocked it over.<br />So he ran to tell my parents that I had wet the bed. Which was true...Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-74419165329624821032016-03-24T08:33:10.711-06:002016-03-24T08:33:10.711-06:00So many shared memories. Oh, how I loved the Frien...So many shared memories. Oh, how I loved the Friendly Giant! My sisters never tormented me by turning up the volume of the static - but I never liked the sound anyway. Unlike you, though, the best word to describe my young self (all the time) was timid! Susan https://www.blogger.com/profile/15294204009310379754noreply@blogger.com