tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236407486623416961.post7827938945817303727..comments2023-09-13T11:25:40.854-04:00Comments on Fine, How are You?: LincolnwoodKristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00837072219744108076noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236407486623416961.post-31701271369491775572011-02-13T18:48:55.072-05:002011-02-13T18:48:55.072-05:00I love the idea of writing about houses from your ...I love the idea of writing about houses from your youth. This was so well written and I can picture everything perfectly. Except the towel warming rack. Not sure what that is.<br /><br />I lived in one house until I was 18 and a senior in HS. When my parents moved us, I sat in my empty room and cried. An 18-year-old crying. I loved that house.Cheeseboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02358419997798632644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236407486623416961.post-65796380463370074202011-02-13T09:51:28.219-05:002011-02-13T09:51:28.219-05:00This is such a neat post. I felt like I could almo...This is such a neat post. I felt like I could almost see the house, but even more I got a sense of how it felt to be a little girl visiting. This would've been a great weekend spotlight post. I just love it. :)Kate Geisenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11854561265520868538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236407486623416961.post-4633423276071600502011-02-12T10:17:04.521-05:002011-02-12T10:17:04.521-05:00You are lucky to have such nice memories of your g...You are lucky to have such nice memories of your grandparents house. My memory of my grandma's house is filled with laughs, chuckles and guffaws: egg-carton lampshades, half a barbie doll with a crocheted dress on as a toilet paper cover, a taxidermied statue of a king cobra and a mongoose in a fight in the back room (aka "junk room), and the strong stench of layered years of cigarette smoke (she was a chain smoker). Once a year trip to grandma's was too much. I wish I had a fond memory like yours! Treasure that!!The Reckmonsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08846718419590267145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236407486623416961.post-9288186049110483072011-02-11T18:10:33.945-05:002011-02-11T18:10:33.945-05:00I love this post. I like old houses. Really, rea...I love this post. I like old houses. Really, really, really like them. I loved the descriptions you shared of the house that you have so many memories of... I liked taking a walk down memory lane with you!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10860394940190403196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236407486623416961.post-10223464909802866782011-02-09T22:44:30.729-05:002011-02-09T22:44:30.729-05:00I had tears in my eyes just thinking about this ho...I had tears in my eyes just thinking about this house. I can remember such details about it, too. The box of costume jewelry, sleeping on Grandma and Grandpa's bed if Granny was snoring too loud when I went to bed, Gretchen, Pepperidge Farm cookies and windmill cookies, always deli ham and cheese (when we were eating pimento loaf), Aunt Joan's 8-track player in the basement, trying to picture my dad actually living there, and allllll sorts of other wonderful memories. Last, but not least, playing "Button Store" with you in the basement with Granny's buttons. I love every time we are able to get together! Love you!<br /><br />Juliejlinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10011569870204158059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8236407486623416961.post-72825908437182361602011-02-09T20:42:52.744-05:002011-02-09T20:42:52.744-05:00Great post.
That is something that I have though...Great post. <br /><br />That is something that I have thought about multiple times before about places I lived.Oilfield Trashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00527580828815598952noreply@blogger.com