tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post5487071771470638714..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Hidden TreasuresDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-87233835862264457022015-01-22T11:08:31.957-07:002015-01-22T11:08:31.957-07:00I had 4 brother and they each had a sister and oh ...I had 4 brother and they each had a sister and oh how I remember those days. My little brother was the hater of all things meat and had been known to chew a piece of pork chop for 6 hours to keep from having to swallow it! Renahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12296781992150172086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-67385129059762665142015-01-22T07:25:30.000-07:002015-01-22T07:25:30.000-07:00My brother used to cram things into his diaper. I ...My brother used to cram things into his diaper. I guess that's fair--it all would have ended up there anyway. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03410541706124607973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-31890422141722528142015-01-21T21:34:27.535-07:002015-01-21T21:34:27.535-07:00I bet some days your mum longed for a sister to sh...I bet some days your mum longed for a sister to share the indoor chores.<br />I never found food in my kids pockets. Plenty of other things though. Tissues, bandaids, chalk...Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-90661646957224812682015-01-21T17:10:09.435-07:002015-01-21T17:10:09.435-07:00I liked vegetables, but hated meat when I was youn...I liked vegetables, but hated meat when I was younger. I would put it in my mouth and pretend to eat it, but hold it there until I could "dispose" of it after dinner. I thought I was so clever, but I'm quite sure my parents noticed my chipmunk cheeks!Lanahttp://www.twoteensandtheirmama.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-5354707202117077392015-01-21T14:29:42.501-07:002015-01-21T14:29:42.501-07:00Love my vegetables, but had I been served a hardbo...Love my vegetables, but had I been served a hardboiled egg, it would've found its way into my pockets!!!<br /><br />PearlPearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-74605627710126556342015-01-21T10:41:42.217-07:002015-01-21T10:41:42.217-07:00Oh, my! I feel for your brother. I had such a smal...Oh, my! I feel for your brother. I had such a small appetite when I was a child - one of those kids of whom parents would say "I don't know what keeps her alive, she eats like a bird". Many times I wished for a dog or some other solution to my excess food problem.<br /><br />I sort of wish I still had that problem, come to think of it - the pendulum has swung the other way!<br /><br />And I loved your line about housework: "Those 'invisible' things that go unnoticed until they don't get done." So true!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-29277748216505461732015-01-21T09:37:27.238-07:002015-01-21T09:37:27.238-07:00I can relate. I mean, I can't tell you how man...I can relate. I mean, I can't tell you how many tissues I have washed and dried. And continue to. But so far? No veggies. Not yet.*Carol Cassarahttp://carolcassara.com/intuition-at-work/noreply@blogger.com