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JetmamaDiDi wrote:
CEK40 wrote:
CEK40 wrote:
Enjoyed it myself. Nite to you too Luv!!!
I have always wanted a '56 powder blue Chevy
I love beets
I have blue eyesIf I've sat out long enough, my guess is that you do not have blue eyes!
Sorry Jet but I do have blue eyes!!!!
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CEK40 wrote:
JetmamaDiDi wrote:
CEK40 wrote:
I have always wanted a '56 powder blue Chevy
I love beets
I have blue eyesIf I've sat out long enough, my guess is that you do not have blue eyes!
Sorry Jet but I do have blue eyes!!!!
Awwww.....can I guess again?!!! LOL
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JetmamaDiDi wrote:
CEK40 wrote:
JetmamaDiDi wrote:
If I've sat out long enough, my guess is that you do not have blue eyes!Sorry Jet but I do have blue eyes!!!!
Awwww.....can I guess again?!!! LOL
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KeepOnSinging wrote:
LuvSeason18 wrote:
YAY !!!!
That is so cool KOS....What did your brother major in? I am sure that you have so many interesting stories of your life as a missionary child.
OKAY.......here are mine.
Related to the Gov. of my state
Was on TV as a child
Shows/Trains dogsMy brother double majored in mathematics and linguistics.
My daugter has a masters degree in linguistics and BS in English...she teaches English as a Second Language at Old Dominion University here. Funny how we have so many things in common....
Yes, it is CEK.
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So, we have to travel back to 1991 or thereabouts...
My husband, as the general superintendent on a steel building construction project near Rapid City, SD was committed for the 2 year duration. We rented a lovely home up in the foot hills of the Black Hills and very much enjoyed our time there. My son was in high school, and we all still look back on that time with a smile.
Afterwards, we stored much of our furniture, personal stuff, and went back to North Dakota to be with family and take stock of what we wanted to do next. Son was entering the Navy and as empty nesters, we thought we might like to do as we had noticed some other superintendents did, that is, travel from job to job, with a nice travel trailer or 5th wheel and “the wife” --- and see the country.
So quite a few months later, hubby: “Let’s go get the last of the stuff out of there…we’ll take the flatbed truck. The weather’s beautiful, it will be a nice trip. I’ll take the big tarp to tie down in case of rain. We can spend the night at the historic Alex Johnson hotel… Have a nice dinner to celebrate.” “O.k. Let’s remember the binoculars this time.” I say. And toward the end of June - we found ourselves making the 7 hour trip to our storage unit in Rapid City.
btw...historic Alex Johnson Hotel
So you see where this is going. We leave early, get there in our work clothes and work for many hours emptying out, throwing away, loading up, tying down. Time to go get a room, clean up, have a nice evening.
Oh, but this is summertime in the beautiful Black Hills and Mount Rushmore, etc. There is no room at the Alex Johnson. Or any hotel or motel we can find. Nor in the small surrounding towns because apparently it is also this year’s location for the Lutheran Women of America’s Conference. Or some such.
Let’s just grab a hamburger.
Tired, dirty….how ‘bout at some campground? We’re in a truck. Tent along? No. Getting dark.
O.k. we’ll stay at the Truck and Travel Center – like the big rigs.
My husband chivalrouslyinsists that I sleep in the comfort and security of this old truck’s cab. He’ll find a flat spot back on the truck bed.
Too hot in the beginning, too cold overnight. Little actual sleep.
But I am awakened about 6: a.m. by husband tapping on the window. “Are you awake?” He’s cold and achy and wants to come in and start the heater.
“What day is it” I ask.
“Saturday.”
“I mean, what date?”
Looks at his watch, “the 29th…. Oh… Happy Birthday.”
What a great story. Isn't it grand that there are some stories that are miserable as they are happening but bring great joy in the retelling. I love it.
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CEK40 wrote:
JetmamaDiDi wrote:
View, unobstructed wrote:
As weird as this sounds, Miss Jet crafter extraordinaire....I think you do not love to crochet.
👏🏼👏🏼👍🏻Oh, View....you are too clever!! You sussed me out!! I have never learned to crochet!
Here is a photo of me looking smug and trying not to smile on my horse, Blue, when I was about 10 or 11 after I placed 3rd in the barrel racing competition at the county rodeo in NM!! That same year I also entered my first sewing creation and got another 3rd place. It was a "dust mitt" I made in 4-H!!! No photo available of that worthless object (no wonder I hate to dust!)!! Sorry about the bad reflections that look like paint splashes (just a bad iPad photographer!! LOL).
My maternal great-grandmother was born in Hawaii in 1860 and is buried in the old cemetery next to the old stone church in Honolulu on King Street across from the Mission Houses. Her parents were part of the missionary groups who went to Hawaii from Massachusetts starting in 1820....went by boat! My great-grandmother was either 9th or 10th in her family (if I recall correctly, she had a younger brother). Fortunately we have tons of family history on that bunch,
which is quite fascinating.Amazing Jet...Would have never guessed that one!!!!
What an interesting story!
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CEK40 wrote:
JetmamaDiDi wrote:
CEK40 wrote:
Sorry Jet but I do have blue eyes!!!!
Awwww.....can I guess again?!!! LOL
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I am going to guess that the lie is that you love beets.
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KeepOnSinging wrote:
CEK40 wrote:
JetmamaDiDi wrote:
Awwww.....can I guess again?!!! LOL![]()
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I am going to guess that the lie is that you love beets.
You are the winner KOS. Beets are the only thing that I can't stand any way you fix them...I have always loved and wanted a 56 Chevy...love it!
So now it is your turn to give us three things...
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KeepOnSinging wrote:
CEK40 wrote:
JetmamaDiDi wrote:
Awwww.....can I guess again?!!! LOL![]()
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I am going to guess that the lie is that you love beets.
Nice job, KOS.....the beets were too obvious (overthinking again!) since we love them here!!! LOL Most people don't like them, tho.
Will be looking forward to your truths and a lie!
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KeepOnSinging wrote:
CEK40 wrote:
JetmamaDiDi wrote:
👏🏼👏🏼👍🏻Oh, View....you are too clever!! You sussed me out!! I have never learned to crochet!
Here is a photo of me looking smug and trying not to smile on my horse, Blue, when I was about 10 or 11 after I placed 3rd in the barrel racing competition at the county rodeo in NM!! That same year I also entered my first sewing creation and got another 3rd place. It was a "dust mitt" I made in 4-H!!! No photo available of that worthless object (no wonder I hate to dust!)!! Sorry about the bad reflections that look like paint splashes (just a bad iPad photographer!! LOL).
My maternal great-grandmother was born in Hawaii in 1860 and is buried in the old cemetery next to the old stone church in Honolulu on King Street across from the Mission Houses. Her parents were part of the missionary groups who went to Hawaii from Massachusetts starting in 1820....went by boat! My great-grandmother was either 9th or 10th in her family (if I recall correctly, she had a younger brother). Fortunately we have tons of family history on that bunch,
which is quite fascinating.Amazing Jet...Would have never guessed that one!!!!
What an interesting story!
I have boned up on family history as I work my way through the family tree quilt back....tediously! My great-grandmother's maiden name was Castle (Helen Kinsbury); she married George Herbert Mead, whose name you may know. He was a professor at the University of Chicago in the early 1900's (died in 1938, I believe); he is often associated with John Dewey as they were close friends and fellow profs. One of my cousins said recently as we were exchanging ancestry history that if I googled GHM on Wikipedia I could read more about pragmatism than anyone would ever want to!!!
I have to say that that generation was incredibly gifted in writing and left a voluminous number of letters, correspondence, etc. that someone had the foresight to compile, photo copy, and spiral bind so some of us a couple generations later could have a first hand window into their world.