tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768302559422677049.post7647666404522191650..comments2023-06-24T06:09:59.242-05:00Comments on Butterfly Genes: A Little LevityHeathahleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03526348513736437292noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768302559422677049.post-23324112208569774722008-05-12T14:04:00.000-05:002008-05-12T14:04:00.000-05:00Thanks for this one...I laughed at this one as muc...Thanks for this one...I laughed at this one as much as I cried over the last post. I have to admit that like Jessica most of my memories are from when they lived in the house in the woods...and from Olive Branch. I remember picking vegetables from the garden, and Bullet and Tony, and the front porch swing. Speaking of Tony, remember the song Daddy made up about Tony? "I've got a dog named Tony Maroni...he looks like a stick of boloney (spelled like it sounds). He's always laying on the ground...he looks like a black and tan hound." That song just popped into my head...thought I'd share. Thanks for posting both of those pictures yesterday. I saved them to my computer. I told my husband that I want to get a double picture frame and print the 2 pictures out to put in the frame. Thanks for the laughs, Cuzzin.CR--Autism Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11977936157571094570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768302559422677049.post-44084396421925517792008-05-11T08:23:00.000-05:002008-05-11T08:23:00.000-05:00What great stories you have about your grandfather...What great stories you have about your grandfather. My dad used to mispronounce things too. He died 3-1/2 years ago and to this day whenever I hear those words, I think of him. <BR/><BR/>We once took a trip out west when I was a teenager and visited a state park in California full of Sequoia trees. He kept calling them Samoa trees. I still pronounce it that way in his honor.Kimbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16013989296760980717noreply@blogger.com