tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post3940675376702705673..comments2024-02-10T02:29:29.558-06:00Comments on Life & Faith in Caneyhead: Tender Years: Tonto & the Lone RangerBarbara In Caneyheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-37596857660706171472016-04-26T21:38:28.400-05:002016-04-26T21:38:28.400-05:00Oh, Carol, that does sound like fun! Kickball was ...Oh, Carol, that does sound like fun! Kickball was a great game. Do children even play that any more?Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-53644688507528780882016-04-26T21:37:18.268-05:002016-04-26T21:37:18.268-05:00Yes, reminds us of a simpler time!Yes, reminds us of a simpler time!Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-37414104967959865012016-04-25T02:31:46.770-05:002016-04-25T02:31:46.770-05:00I love seeing thos old photos :-)
@JazzFeathers
T...I love seeing thos old photos :-)<br /><br />@JazzFeathers<br /><a href="http://theoldshelter.com/" rel="nofollow">The Old Shelter</a> - Jazz Age JazzJazzFeathershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08650512457155395633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-85348029668945371312016-04-24T23:12:24.649-05:002016-04-24T23:12:24.649-05:00When I was in elementary school all of the neighbo...When I was in elementary school all of the neighborhood kids played together. My favorite memories were the evenings. We would search for fireflies and we would all play kickball together. I know I wasn't much of an athlete, but I don't remember being teased and I was included in the game. Loved those summer nights. Buttercuphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03804094230127512943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-76075989091862275942016-04-24T15:27:19.223-05:002016-04-24T15:27:19.223-05:00Those are some awesome memories! Thanks for shari...Those are some awesome memories! Thanks for sharing them here.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-17174819618680324002016-04-24T12:03:50.194-05:002016-04-24T12:03:50.194-05:00When I was a teenager, I thought all the coolest p...When I was a teenager, I thought all the coolest people had a VW bug.<br />My younger brother, by a year, and I were best friends growing up on the farm. We passed football and baseball for hours, hunted together with her BB guns and went ice skating and sled riding well into the winter nights. And of course, we baled hay and milked cows together. He's still the best brother ever. I hope my own children love each other as much.<br /><a href="http://www.susangourley.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Susan Says</a>Susan Gourley/Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02669793865290876168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-78712530387886009862016-04-24T09:40:21.821-05:002016-04-24T09:40:21.821-05:00I can hardly comprehend what it would be like to b...I can hardly comprehend what it would be like to be a child and grow up in the city. I've really never spent much time in one as a child or an adult. Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-47406653472172047282016-04-24T09:33:36.238-05:002016-04-24T09:33:36.238-05:00Okay you rascal. ;) A shame about your Aunt passi...Okay you rascal. ;) A shame about your Aunt passing so young, and the way it changed the family dynamic. Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-66362218936842442932016-04-24T09:24:09.300-05:002016-04-24T09:24:09.300-05:00Sounds like good fun! Thank you for sharing.Sounds like good fun! Thank you for sharing.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-85819554953663129022016-04-24T07:29:12.484-05:002016-04-24T07:29:12.484-05:00I have always lived in the city, which means there...I have always lived in the city, which means there was usually a big group of us all playing together. Boys and girls. Throw into the mix I have an older sister, and a younger brother, all of us within four years of age, playing with the opposite sex was inevitable.Jeffrey Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06973104877310669196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-23409541028392097412016-04-24T07:03:49.500-05:002016-04-24T07:03:49.500-05:00I have 3 sisters and no brothers, so not much yout...I have 3 sisters and no brothers, so not much youth boy action went on. I do have a boy cousin that is quite a few years younger and we loved hanging with him and his little sister. But, sadly, my mom's sister (his mom) died young and we didn't see him much after that. I played with more boys when I was older. :)Amy Putkonenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10030440182161045820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-54145988775750784822016-04-23T23:26:52.159-05:002016-04-23T23:26:52.159-05:00I played with two brothers that lived a few doors ...I played with two brothers that lived a few doors down from me. We'd get on our bikes and pretend to be taking trips, like riding to Argentina and we had fake names. Mine was Marcia (probably after Marcia in the Brady Bunch!). When we finished our "trip", we'd lay on the grass and look at the clouds rolling by and try to pick out animal shapes and faces. What a giggle to think back to those days! Thanks for that!<br /><br />Michele at <a href="http://angelsbark.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow">Angels Bark</a>Michele at Angels Bark https://www.blogger.com/profile/15891713963440451090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-15921024822668358472016-04-23T22:51:03.876-05:002016-04-23T22:51:03.876-05:00You're welcome. It was great being the Kool-ai...You're welcome. It was great being the Kool-aid house. :)<br /><br />I wonder if that boy even remembers? hahaSuzanne McClendonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15563562309945754772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-48909581103724526782016-04-23T19:18:56.085-05:002016-04-23T19:18:56.085-05:00Oh, your poor dear! Hope your sister treated you ...Oh, your poor dear! Hope your sister treated you well. At least you got to really use your imagination!Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-73014185175109343252016-04-23T19:17:46.713-05:002016-04-23T19:17:46.713-05:00We usually lived in the country, so we didn't ...We usually lived in the country, so we didn't have the neighborhood thing going on. Too far from each other for our parents to let us out on our own. When I was older we did live in a neighborhood. I spent a lot of time with a girl named Debbie and her brothers.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-89957019729628216292016-04-23T19:15:09.313-05:002016-04-23T19:15:09.313-05:00Thanks for sharing your memory here! Sounds like ...Thanks for sharing your memory here! Sounds like y'all had fun days! Well, except for that one boy on that one day. ;)Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-85523409212932014182016-04-23T12:24:38.732-05:002016-04-23T12:24:38.732-05:00The only person of the opposite sex I got to play ...The only person of the opposite sex I got to play with as a child was my sister, six years older than I. And I didn't have many neighbors, either, so I did a lot of role-playing in our fields. The Lone Ranger was and is one of my all-time favorites.The Silver Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00730805376957629641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-83523282863551818402016-04-23T08:59:30.741-05:002016-04-23T08:59:30.741-05:00In our neighborhood it was kids of all ages boys a...In our neighborhood it was kids of all ages boys and girls who played together. Great memories and good times.<br /><br />I’m exploring different types of dreams and their meanings.<br />T is for Top Ten Dreams<br /><a href="http://authorstephentremp.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow"> Stephen Tremp’s Breakthrough Blogs</a> <br />Stephen Tremphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10387553613827257304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-4664734083807179362016-04-23T04:04:48.983-05:002016-04-23T04:04:48.983-05:00I always pretended to be the school teacher or the...I always pretended to be the school teacher or the mommy. Everybody else was younger than me, so I got to choose. :)<br /><br />Our house was the Kool-Aid house when I was a kid. The neighborhood kids all came to our house to play. The group of kids that we played with were both boys and girls. We loved playing baseball. I remember one time a boy my brothers' age wanted the bat. Well, I wanted it, too. We got into a tussle over it. Both of us were being hard-headed. We got to find out exactly how hard his head was when I let go of that bat! You could hear that sound all over the neighborhood as that bat made contact with his noggin. Down he went, holding his head crying in pain and into the house I went because I knew I'd be in trouble. They would think that I hit him on purpose. I didn't. I just let go of the bat and nature took care of the rest. I locked myself in the bathroom and watched from the window. I don't remember anything about what happened after that.<br /><br />I always thought it was fun to lie down in the yard and look up at the stars. I still do, only these yards have snakes in them. My little girl yard didn't. :)<br /><br />I enjoyed your post. Have a blessed weekend!Suzanne McClendonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15563562309945754772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-74811506017351318282016-04-23T03:39:26.569-05:002016-04-23T03:39:26.569-05:00I can see how that could be hard at times. Thanks...I can see how that could be hard at times. Thanks for stopping by and thanks for sharing.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-45412993728239432872016-04-23T03:36:04.701-05:002016-04-23T03:36:04.701-05:00Sometimes I'd really wish I had a brother, and...Sometimes I'd really wish I had a brother, and other times I was really glad I didn't. Seems like most everyone has a "friend" at some point that turns out not to be much of a friend.Barbara In Caneyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06053601327400989802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-77013569505471647062016-04-23T02:38:17.801-05:002016-04-23T02:38:17.801-05:00My dad had a transferable job and every time we ma...My dad had a transferable job and every time we made friends he would be transferred in a couple of years. It was always a nomadic existence. But it prepared me for a tough life. <br /><br />Nice post<br />Jayanthi Gopalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04377793298308663704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2941371995600376751.post-10184293885982380612016-04-23T01:45:35.030-05:002016-04-23T01:45:35.030-05:00My mom had a Volkswagon Bug. I didn't spend mu...My mom had a Volkswagon Bug. I didn't spend much time with boys. Just brothers. Mine and my "best" friend's. (She wasn't a great friend in the end.)Liz A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16531953467834426316noreply@blogger.com