tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18101458.post4234226000178535731..comments2024-02-16T15:14:36.719-06:00Comments on Wet Noodle Posse: How I Used to Spend My Summer VacationMJFredrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06881706931355203700noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18101458.post-31352253308980242132007-07-18T13:57:00.000-05:002007-07-18T13:57:00.000-05:00You described the marshmallow roasting just the wa...You described the marshmallow roasting just the way I remember it; we did ours on the beach. I remember the story my dad told, a cautionary tale to make us be careful about what sticks we chose for the roasting: once, a family used sticks from an oleander bush to roast their marshmallows and THEY ALL DIED BECAUSE OLEANDER IS SO POISONOUS. This scared me so bad, I could never quite relax around the bbq pit.bridgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16982970399835564612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18101458.post-67793109590463385612007-07-16T10:24:00.000-05:002007-07-16T10:24:00.000-05:00Sitting on the front porch, looking at the stars (...Sitting on the front porch, looking at the stars (yes, back then you could still see them!) and heat lightning. Sweet!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08271454163876281736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18101458.post-10981065598221518472007-07-11T06:38:00.000-05:002007-07-11T06:38:00.000-05:00I spent a lot of time at my grandparents', first i...I spent a lot of time at my grandparents', first in town, where we'd walk to the ice house every evening and get some treats that we'd eat on the screened in porch while playing cards. I'd go to the library and get books, or have library books mailed to the house! I'd read and write my stories, and we'd all relax in the heat of the day.<BR/><BR/>When my grandparents moved to the country, we'd go for walks to the creek, drive into town to the swimming pool - I can still smell it - then come home, freezing, after stopping at the grocery store (to this day, I relate Double Stuff Oreos to swimming!) We'd sleep with the windows open and listen to the tree frogs. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the walk down memory lane!MJFredrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06881706931355203700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18101458.post-4526824989334023862007-07-09T19:56:00.000-05:002007-07-09T19:56:00.000-05:00Hello,I have to begin with giving you myage (71) b...Hello,<BR/><BR/>I have to begin with giving you my<BR/>age (71) because my summertime re-<BR/>membrances go so far back. My Dad<BR/>cut the street back in to the lot where he built our house. In the<BR/>summer time, we would go across that street, spread out a blanket under the trees and read all afternoon. We were never, ever bothered by a soul! We called it<BR/>living in the country. Imagine <BR/>how we felt when we found out that<BR/>lot was only twelve blocks from<BR/>the Houston, Texas city limits!!!<BR/><BR/>Patricia CochranAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com