tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post4151753498698655911..comments2024-03-15T23:15:30.992-05:00Comments on The Box House: Goodbye, My Childhood HomeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-34573743534374936742008-02-28T16:57:00.000-06:002008-02-28T16:57:00.000-06:00Joanne- I've been meaning to write to you much soo...Joanne-<BR/> <BR/>I've been meaning to write to you much sooner than this but time just flies out the window I'm afraid. I've been keeping track of your progress through your blog and have to laugh a bit. You're far more ambitious than I am! I just about had a conniption when I was redoing my kitchen...can't imagine doing an entire house! The one lesson that I've learned is I'm hiring JoJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05417156648953411101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-70838778287408965032008-02-28T16:44:00.000-06:002008-02-28T16:44:00.000-06:00Joanne, this is such a lovely post - and I'm not s...Joanne, this is such a lovely post - and I'm not surprised that you've inspired strong feelings by many others. The gains and losses in life are bittersweet, but the stories we tell stick around forever. Thanks!Marilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10450218137145794788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-33364841109306532412008-02-28T06:55:00.000-06:002008-02-28T06:55:00.000-06:00*great* post.*great* post.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06958260371273946928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-39257750316208954722008-02-28T01:02:00.000-06:002008-02-28T01:02:00.000-06:00Cousin Jason, or in this case Nephew Jason. Summer...Cousin Jason, or in this case Nephew Jason. Summers past are overflowing with memories, when the cousins got together weeks at a time. I do hope the little ones, that are here now, have half the fun. Like jumping off the barn roof, bon fires in the backyard, graveyard tag, Zinger Quest, there will never be one to match this one though. One memory that will always be near and dear, although at Lady Quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00700270284986104696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-6229798669183322332008-02-27T21:26:00.000-06:002008-02-27T21:26:00.000-06:00Cousin Jason™ here (it seems like the Cousin [name...Cousin Jason™ here (it seems like the Cousin [name] is in vogue, so I've protected mine with a trademark, thank you very much). I've been thinking about your house recently, too. I've stored tons of memories from there, so I can't even begin to fathom how many you all have. We were actually allowed to paint on the walls in the basement - something I'd never been able to do (or do since), and eachAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-75810024124849979882008-02-27T18:48:00.000-06:002008-02-27T18:48:00.000-06:00Kristen--the video has gone digital now! I just ma...Kristen--the video has gone digital now! I just may have to post it online for all to see. Hee hee. Anyone out there want to see the musical <I>Zinger Quest</I>?Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17374925727669703513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-78598576232499211312008-02-27T17:52:00.000-06:002008-02-27T17:52:00.000-06:00"Jumping over coffee table" my dear niece, I'm ama..."Jumping over coffee table" my dear niece, I'm amazed, and flattered that you still remember that day. It's one of my favorite "niece Kristen" stories that I tell anytime I have a chance!<BR/>Aunt DonnaLady Quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00700270284986104696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-48586138245804310222008-02-27T17:07:00.000-06:002008-02-27T17:07:00.000-06:00Two other memorable events at your house:Using you...Two other memorable events at your house:<BR/>Using your yard as a movie lot while your mom and dad filmed us cousins in a laughably-bad <BR/>action/adventure home movie in the early 80’s.<BR/>(NOT available to the general public. Sorry.)<BR/>My kids, who love to watch it for the “we-can’t-believe-they-actually-did-this” factor alone, also commented on how different the yard looks from then to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-17339694638000813562008-02-27T13:52:00.000-06:002008-02-27T13:52:00.000-06:00Amalie, thank you. I'm sorry to hear about your fa...Amalie, thank you. I'm sorry to hear about your father.<BR/><BR/>The other day, when my mom was stripping shelf paper from her pantry, she commented that when she looked down, it was her own father's hands wielding the scrapper that she saw. He died around the time my dad did, and like your father, would have loved to be helping with our house. Part of him is with us for this adventure, I think, Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17374925727669703513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865137195444403241.post-53729047623037834282008-02-27T09:12:00.000-06:002008-02-27T09:12:00.000-06:00What a lovely post.My father passed away a year ag...What a lovely post.<BR/><BR/>My father passed away a year ago, and we are moving back to my hometown to be closer to my mother. We've been staying with her on the weekends while we work on the house, and she and my other half have certainly developed a nice friendship, too. <BR/><BR/>My father was a carpenter and built houses-- he should be helping me with this house. The irony is, his death is Amaliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12813482700712319697noreply@blogger.com