tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post446513891681441023..comments2024-03-28T09:29:11.392-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: I Do And Do Not RememberMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-68894613878776771222019-11-13T23:16:51.245-05:002019-11-13T23:16:51.245-05:00For me, those years seem almost to have happened t...For me, those years seem almost to have happened to a different person, and yet I can draw a straight line from the person I was then to now. It seems that way for you too, when I read your memory posts. What would we have whispered to those twentysomething girls I wonder. And would they have believed us? 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-70382348318358151092019-11-13T17:14:01.756-05:002019-11-13T17:14:01.756-05:00This woman belonged to the "everything is so ...This woman belonged to the "everything is so far-out" belief of hippieness. I did not. <br />My waitress uniform was polyester pants and a polyester tunic thing. Very flattering, I'm sure. I don't think I have one picture from those days. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-59210792296955651912019-11-13T17:12:30.296-05:002019-11-13T17:12:30.296-05:00I bet you were! My mother would have cried and die...I bet you were! My mother would have cried and died if she'd known I was hanging out in a slummy band house with a bunch of rock musicians just a few miles from her house. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-52743178043590824782019-11-13T17:11:31.190-05:002019-11-13T17:11:31.190-05:00Bill was from Orlando and I don't know if he e...Bill was from Orlando and I don't know if he ever met Gram or not. Gram was eight years older than me so seven years older than Jerry. He may have met him. <br />I'm glad you like the memories. <br />Jim Walters homes. Boy oh boy. Not the greatest but they sure did get a lot of people into their own homes. Did you know that they originally started out saying that if you had land and a dollar they could build you a house? <br />Some family member of the Walters built a house on Dog Island a few houses down from ours. It was not what you'd call a typical Jim Walters house. <br />As one might expect. <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-15682775197397631502019-11-13T17:07:56.960-05:002019-11-13T17:07:56.960-05:00I think most of us probably have a lot in common w...I think most of us probably have a lot in common when it comes to our pasts. Shared experiences, in a way. Very different in others, I'm sure. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-25435494242833465642019-11-13T17:07:06.787-05:002019-11-13T17:07:06.787-05:00I hear now that when we have memories we are reall...I hear now that when we have memories we are really remembering...memories of the event we are thinking of. I believe that's probably true. But some things do seem immediately retrievable while others are deep down somewhere. It's odd how the brain works. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-6447567396452411672019-11-13T17:05:25.587-05:002019-11-13T17:05:25.587-05:00Thank YOU, e!Thank YOU, e!Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-62630026282168109202019-11-13T17:05:08.532-05:002019-11-13T17:05:08.532-05:00Some sweet- some less so but most of them good fro...Some sweet- some less so but most of them good from that particular time and place. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-72359903973500509292019-11-13T14:55:27.228-05:002019-11-13T14:55:27.228-05:00fancy getting all orgasmic over honey in tea! I wo...fancy getting all orgasmic over honey in tea! I would be drinking tea all the day long !I sure wish you had photos of all of this story! Would love to see you in your waitress suit! Would love to see the shot gun house/apartment. Loved reading this, Mary! Linda Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03070050388987072100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-86275187821564470702019-11-13T10:07:14.565-05:002019-11-13T10:07:14.565-05:00my memory of past times isn't that great. but ...my memory of past times isn't that great. but my first year away at college in a different city 4 hours away I would come to Houston sometimes to hang out with my friends because I made a poor choice for college and didn't really make any friends while I was there without telling my parents but one weekend someone's mom saw my mother somewhere and mentioned my being at her house and boy was I in trouble.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-24045816458149488562019-11-13T08:47:12.669-05:002019-11-13T08:47:12.669-05:00I wonder if Bill and the other musicians in his ci...I wonder if Bill and the other musicians in his circle in Winter Haven knew Gram Parsons, who was also from Haven? I mean, it's not a big town, and I'm guessing those who traveled in musical circles in those years probably crossed paths.<br /><br />I love all your memories and somehow I have quite a vivid mental picture of what that apartment must have been like.<br /><br />Oh, and Jim Walters -- his brother used to live down the street from us! The rumor was that the brother was a drunk and there was quite a bit of family drama there, some of it very sad. But I'm still Facebook friends with the brother's daughter.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-30675165987432938532019-11-13T08:09:29.113-05:002019-11-13T08:09:29.113-05:00I like these posts you are doing every so often wi...I like these posts you are doing every so often with long ago memories. They remind me to remember my own past.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06671446238805535547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-86166172284835788822019-11-13T05:56:17.448-05:002019-11-13T05:56:17.448-05:00Another lovely blogpost. It makes me think of the ...Another lovely blogpost. It makes me think of the places where I once lived and the few visual details that remain in my memory...and of the things that happened there - like pages from someone else's book.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-68840738639896471372019-11-12T22:54:58.242-05:002019-11-12T22:54:58.242-05:00I just love these stories...Thank you.I just love these stories...Thank you.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-50142630062383127202019-11-12T21:18:31.489-05:002019-11-12T21:18:31.489-05:00Sweet little rememberings. And every word there ca...Sweet little rememberings. And every word there carries as much weight as every other word.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.com