tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post4387054675801695766..comments2024-02-10T02:29:29.558-06:00Comments on Life & Faith in Caneyhead: Tender Years: Dutch Chocolate and Other DelightsBarbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-90974432012356902822016-04-07T11:18:51.585-05:002016-04-07T11:18:51.585-05:00Notice how everything seems more special if you do...Notice how everything seems more special if you don't have it all the time? Seems these days everyone indulges themselves all the time until there is nothing "special" anymore.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-53064003418369682392016-04-06T22:40:03.099-05:002016-04-06T22:40:03.099-05:00When I was growing up we had fruit for dessert, mo...When I was growing up we had fruit for dessert, more often than not. I grew up in California, land of plentiful fresh fruits. And, my dad worked in a cannery so he was often gifted fresh fruit or dented cans that he'd bring home for us. The other, and more desired dessert, was whatever my mom bought at the Dolly Madison Outlet store. She always got day old bread but once in a while there were also Twinkies or fruit pies!Corinahttp://corinajoyc.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-80593761394390583762016-04-06T06:49:30.713-05:002016-04-06T06:49:30.713-05:00That's too funny! Every kid needs a "che...That's too funny! Every kid needs a "cheerleader" in their life.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-4090195922015197912016-04-06T06:48:11.200-05:002016-04-06T06:48:11.200-05:00I have no idea really if they kept those things ju...I have no idea really if they kept those things just for me, but they made me feel like they did. Seems lots of folks are having fond memories centered around those green stamps.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-83794686073479460572016-04-06T06:45:41.035-05:002016-04-06T06:45:41.035-05:00I have never had beet greens, lots of greens, but ...I have never had beet greens, lots of greens, but never those.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-65964617794627039522016-04-06T06:43:49.770-05:002016-04-06T06:43:49.770-05:00Those are some good memories! Your grandma knew h...Those are some good memories! Your grandma knew how to lead by example.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-17551942227781543512016-04-06T03:58:44.140-05:002016-04-06T03:58:44.140-05:00My dad's cousin was really supportive of my wr...My dad's cousin was really supportive of my writing when I was little. He's be eager for my stories and even help me with them. When I wrote about a family of bats, he decided the kid should be called, "Son of a Bat!"<br /><br />I've never forgotten that. :)J.H. Moncrieffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18045467689291025137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-72875226128998036682016-04-05T23:06:48.245-05:002016-04-05T23:06:48.245-05:00I'm a big chocolate lover, too, but I can'...I'm a big chocolate lover, too, but I can't really say anyone kept some in stock in case I came over. I remember pasting mama's S&H green stamps in books for her and dreaming of what we might get out of the catalog. <br /><br />Fun post!Jerraleahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04303751802364926617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-51202232048799700512016-04-05T22:35:54.628-05:002016-04-05T22:35:54.628-05:00Oh, my, what lovely memories these are! I remember...Oh, my, what lovely memories these are! I remember all these treats from my childhood too, as well as pasting S & H stamps. My strong childhood food memories involve steamed beet greens sprinkled with apple cider vinegar and sparkling green Mountain Dew in cut-glass juice tumblers.Deb Atwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17952385670651888660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-54574374769711245782016-04-05T22:23:29.414-05:002016-04-05T22:23:29.414-05:00Sweet stories :) When I stayed with my grandma in ...Sweet stories :) When I stayed with my grandma in the summers, she would give me responsibilities to carry out to help her at home and with visits she would make to people from her church. It made me feel more grown up to have an "important" task to complete.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15165210377903518274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-42803256804983673692016-04-05T19:53:27.482-05:002016-04-05T19:53:27.482-05:00That's an awesome memory, Paula! Thanks for s...That's an awesome memory, Paula! Thanks for sharing. She must of been a real lady.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-32520156849192652722016-04-05T19:52:04.493-05:002016-04-05T19:52:04.493-05:00I know exactly where the dress is, in the Cedar Ch...I know exactly where the dress is, in the Cedar Chest. But all of my granddaughters videos are piled on top of it. If I find another home for them, I'll do that!Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-50932437269349072932016-04-05T19:28:14.406-05:002016-04-05T19:28:14.406-05:00Teacher Miller made me feel special. We called her...Teacher Miller made me feel special. We called her that because there was another neighbor Miller. When my sister and I knocked on her door she always made time for us and invited us to sit on her Gallery which to me was a screened in porch.Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04007728342316668058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-28424677212261139322016-04-05T18:53:55.780-05:002016-04-05T18:53:55.780-05:00You DID go wild! Thanks for stopping by.You DID go wild! Thanks for stopping by.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-53062995125686968092016-04-05T18:51:26.159-05:002016-04-05T18:51:26.159-05:00Thank you, Jeremy! My sister, Edna, used to make ...Thank you, Jeremy! My sister, Edna, used to make the homemade playdough for the kids. Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-2067035533639262012016-04-05T18:50:05.777-05:002016-04-05T18:50:05.777-05:00You are welcome! I'm thrilled someone is enjo...You are welcome! I'm thrilled someone is enjoying them. What a close and wonderful and unique relationship you had with your Grandma! Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-11339240075923914102016-04-05T18:45:14.356-05:002016-04-05T18:45:14.356-05:00What a fun, special way to visit Grandma! We all ...What a fun, special way to visit Grandma! We all think we have all the time in the world at that age. We have to simply cherish the memories we have.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-44606334830668689612016-04-05T18:43:34.815-05:002016-04-05T18:43:34.815-05:00I'm sure he enjoyed having you around as much ...I'm sure he enjoyed having you around as much as you enjoyed being around him!Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-57486669468394035112016-04-05T18:42:50.023-05:002016-04-05T18:42:50.023-05:00Oh, I remember people seldom keeping sodas in the ...Oh, I remember people seldom keeping sodas in the house. That was a treat when you went out. In fact, my sisters taught me to ask for a coke when I first started talking, so they could take the car to get me a coke!Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-66348496524088376242016-04-05T18:41:15.550-05:002016-04-05T18:41:15.550-05:00That's so sweet! My mom could, too. When she...That's so sweet! My mom could, too. When she'd bake her chocolate pie, she'd bake a little one in a small skillet she had, just for me!Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-81195624465923230592016-04-05T18:39:51.982-05:002016-04-05T18:39:51.982-05:00She must of been a true gem! Thinking of others w...She must of been a true gem! Thinking of others when she had so much to deal with, takes a special person.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-60479554481319862512016-04-05T18:37:49.655-05:002016-04-05T18:37:49.655-05:00We didn't have any sweets growing up either. ...We didn't have any sweets growing up either. Our special treat opportunity was each summer when we would stay up at my aunt and uncle's cottage and they had HONEY NUT Cheerios!!! We were so wild!! Visiting from the #AtoZChallenge!Jenny Right-Sidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16116486068589779369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-77905030642954193832016-04-05T18:22:08.629-05:002016-04-05T18:22:08.629-05:00What great stories. You should find that dress and...What great stories. You should find that dress and take a picture of it so we all can see it.Liz A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16531953467834426316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-1889847192268613432016-04-05T18:06:56.343-05:002016-04-05T18:06:56.343-05:00I had a sitter, who shared making homemade clay ou...I had a sitter, who shared making homemade clay out of household items.. she was a sweet lady, I have some many good influences in my life now... I don't know where to start. Very Nice Post... but you know that, that's why you posted it! Right!<br /><br />Welcome in the letter "D"... thank you!<br />Jeremy [Retro]<br />AtoZ Challenge Co-Host [2016]<br /><br />Stop over and find a free "SIX STRINGS: BLOGGING AtoZ CHALLENGE" Here: <a href="http://www.jmhdigital.com/" rel="nofollow">http://www.jmhdigital.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.beingretro.com/" rel="nofollow">HOLLYWOOD NUTS!</a><br />You know you want to know if me or Hollywood... is Nuts?Jeremy [Retro]https://www.blogger.com/profile/09912258155288958827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-27006679496013414752016-04-05T17:20:59.126-05:002016-04-05T17:20:59.126-05:00What a sweet post. You brought tears to my eyes. T...What a sweet post. You brought tears to my eyes. These were very sweet things for these folks to do for you. You were obviously a very loved little girl. :)<br /><br />I loved putting the S&H Greenstamps in the books for Mama. It was lots of fun to do that and then go to the store to redeem them. <br /><br />I also remember it being a big no-no to ask someone for something if we went to their house. If they offered, it was one thing, but if we asked, that was a spanking coming!<br /><br />My Grandma made me feel special. I was a mini-her...looked just like her. We were/are both on the short side (not even 5' tall). People would tease me and she'd tell them that I was just fine because this is how God made me. Grandma's sister, my Aunt Mae, also made me feel special. I got to stay with her during the summer time some years, without my siblings coming along. It was me and her. It was great. My granny made me feel special in that she told me the hurts of her heart. She gave me an understanding of the real her that not many others knew. With that understanding, she taught me how to love those that seem unlovable (or at least unapproachable). It made me feel special that she trusted me with the deepest secrets of her heart. These were the beautiful women in my life. I sure do miss them something fierce.<br /><br />Thanks for sharing such sweet stories with us!Suzanne McClendonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15563562309945754772noreply@blogger.com