tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post3690424774835282348..comments2023-09-11T23:57:00.520-05:00Comments on Velvet Sacks: Tightly PackedLinda@VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-59759067675644840232016-02-20T17:44:35.484-06:002016-02-20T17:44:35.484-06:00I like the smell of gasoline, too. Speaking of gas...I like the smell of gasoline, too. Speaking of gasoline and simple pleasures, today's young people probably can't even imagine how nice it was to have someone pump your gas, check your oil and tires and wash your windshield every time you bought gasoline. I'm used to pumping my own gas now, but those other things rarely get checked. I miss that!Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-13823440868581545892016-02-20T16:48:22.320-06:002016-02-20T16:48:22.320-06:00It's me! I do remember both of those places. ...It's me! I do remember both of those places. For some strange reason I also remember going to the service station and loving both the sound of the tires crunching over the gravel and the smell of the gasoline. Simple pleasures. If we could only go back to those days!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-58584311336870312632016-02-20T13:58:05.022-06:002016-02-20T13:58:05.022-06:00Is dat you, Judy? Do you remember going in the car...Is dat you, Judy? Do you remember going in the car to the root beer stand on summer nights after we'd bathed and put on our pajamas? Or to that one little place that sold the lemon ice cream cones? Happy days! I love you, too, Sis!!!Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-78137911874938290742016-02-19T15:42:16.371-06:002016-02-19T15:42:16.371-06:00Awww....I LOVE this!!! It brings back so many won...Awww....I LOVE this!!! It brings back so many wonderful memories. You remember more details than I do so it's fun to read and compare with what's forever locked in my mind and heart as well. I love you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-36837590948143455152016-02-19T10:10:30.680-06:002016-02-19T10:10:30.680-06:00Thanks, DeMarie. I know I'm getting old when I...Thanks, DeMarie. I know I'm getting old when I speak or write so fondly about the good ol' days.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-69629435445681647922016-02-18T00:11:51.193-06:002016-02-18T00:11:51.193-06:00I enjoyed every moment of your memories. Thank yo...I enjoyed every moment of your memories. Thank you for sharing them. DeMarie - Glitzy Glass Studiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09307827395072897664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-78766160715446664692016-02-14T15:20:17.790-06:002016-02-14T15:20:17.790-06:00If by "Missouri Mule" you mean my father...If by "Missouri Mule" you mean my father, you're right. They were married five years, most of which he spent overseas in the Army, and it was another ten years after they divorced before she remarried. I know she appreciated her parents' help, but I also understand how much she must have longed for a good man and a home of her own during all those years.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-49389191978781945592016-02-14T13:42:46.540-06:002016-02-14T13:42:46.540-06:00It sounds like "the good life" but I thi...It sounds like "the good life" but I think your momma got the short end of this Missouri Mule. all that was left her for was the tail of the animal.Galla Creekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15765021266883258286noreply@blogger.com