tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632249142954767681.post5675007697510411918..comments2023-08-04T06:26:40.308-04:00Comments on Avalon Authors: Fourth of July, 1940s StyleSandy Codyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02824301408180614516noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632249142954767681.post-34776894752044262482011-07-05T09:32:17.482-04:002011-07-05T09:32:17.482-04:00Your post brought back memories. I grew up in Miss...Your post brought back memories. I grew up in Missouri and I think you could have been my brother. He blew up everything he could get his hands on. My father, of course, blew his top regularly. I was the dull sister with her nose stuck in a book all the time.Sandy Codyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02824301408180614516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6632249142954767681.post-15178526669478667982011-07-05T07:20:00.867-04:002011-07-05T07:20:00.867-04:00Kent,
Thanks for the vivid post of what gives mea...Kent,<br /><br />Thanks for the vivid post of what gives meaninig to "the good old days"! I'm glad myu son (whose name is Donald!) never thought of blowing up a watermelon! And of course, no big brother (or any member fo the family) would get away with the type of punishment you described here. Family services would be making a visit! But I know Donald leared his lesson!!!!! :)<br /><br />Thanks again for the good story! Great way to start my day...Jayne Ormerodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17313253114988955507noreply@blogger.com