tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388558870650514383.post959781643454524993..comments2024-03-23T19:22:36.665-05:00Comments on Circling My Head: B L D No. 15Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11785932958464359112noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388558870650514383.post-31642627939120125142008-12-17T22:27:00.000-06:002008-12-17T22:27:00.000-06:00Oh happy days is right. We sure had lots of fun i...Oh happy days is right. We sure had lots of fun in our house growing up. I always say I remember being poor as a child but I do not remember being unhappy as a child. I felt lucky to have all my sisters and brothers I never felt anything but happy to be around them. About the stockings they were dirty but we did not care Santa was going ot fill them and he did not care if they were clean or dirty and yes the candy was hard and I clearly remember peeling them off the sock and eating them Yum. Sharing a bed with you and Shelly was great and yes we always spoiled Shelly. She was a doll then and a doll now. I love thinking of our family Christmas's.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388558870650514383.post-48752960965698556702008-12-16T20:41:00.000-06:002008-12-16T20:41:00.000-06:00Your bedroom sounds a lot like my dorm at boarding...Your bedroom sounds a lot like my dorm at boarding school ;)<BR/><BR/>They tracked Santa on the weather report? That is SO cool!Emerald Artshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02260007005671685476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388558870650514383.post-14378770026797902072008-12-16T02:01:00.000-06:002008-12-16T02:01:00.000-06:00What beautiful times. Tight for money. Lots of lov...What beautiful times. Tight for money. Lots of love!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388558870650514383.post-27548350298564476312008-12-15T11:03:00.000-06:002008-12-15T11:03:00.000-06:00Shelly, I swear to God, when I wrote this, I was g...Shelly, I swear to God, when I wrote this, I was going to say that Shelly being the youngest, I always made sure that she had a relatively clean sock.<BR/><BR/>I am not kidding either, I think I did that. Although I could be imagining that.<BR/><BR/>Weird when I saw you write that.<BR/><BR/>Love ReneeReneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11785932958464359112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388558870650514383.post-32323010489372454952008-12-15T10:24:00.000-06:002008-12-15T10:24:00.000-06:00I did love sleeping with you two, but it is a wond...I did love sleeping with you two, but it is a wonder I did not have nightmares considering you and Mickey both sleep with your eyes open (not a pretty sight). I wonder if they had Christmas Stocking way back then or did everyone use just a sock? Anyway, the dirty sock thing is not so bad, it is just like taking a bath in your own dirty bathtub, when the dirt belongs to you it doesn't seem so bad - also, I am sure that being the littlest my big sisters looked out for me and gave me the cleanest knee high any of them could find.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388558870650514383.post-18371839941729232292008-12-15T09:46:00.000-06:002008-12-15T09:46:00.000-06:00It sounds like you had a lot of fun and your paren...It sounds like you had a lot of fun and your parents were involved as well. Thats the way it should be. Who cares whose socks they were, you were waiting for Santa. You'd probably get a new pair anyways. Merry Christmas I love the pix you posted.GlorV1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06789212398770555465noreply@blogger.com