tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post7204566897530964807..comments2024-03-27T13:32:06.780-02:30Comments on The Other Side of Eighty: ForecuddyWisewebwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-68630373255859838522010-08-16T18:00:37.256-02:302010-08-16T18:00:37.256-02:30Why? When you have such interesting things to say ...Why? When you have such interesting things to say about them?<br />Forecuddy indeed. It even sounds small and cramped.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-88028253199669650432010-08-16T14:06:54.040-02:302010-08-16T14:06:54.040-02:30Mighty purty little forecuddy ya got there ma'...Mighty purty little forecuddy ya got there ma'am.Government Funded Bloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14937389348779245666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-51441947191616088422010-08-16T13:34:27.360-02:302010-08-16T13:34:27.360-02:30The Vagabond's House
by Don Blanding
1894 - 19...The Vagabond's House<br />by Don Blanding<br />1894 - 1957<br /><br />Wikipedia {also mentions this}<br />RE: Don Blanding<br />During his high-school years in Lawton, Oklahoma, he is said to have saved the life of a 7- or 8 year old neighbor, Lucille "Billie" Cassin, by picking her up and telephoning for a doctor, when she had jumped off her porch and deeply cut her foot on a broken milk bottle.<br />Cassin eventually took the stage name of Joan Crawford.<br /><br />HelenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-51761807690524271292010-08-16T09:31:10.904-02:302010-08-16T09:31:10.904-02:30There was a poem I found once that reminds me of y...There was a poem I found once that reminds me of your abode.<br />I don't know who wrote it, or I would most certainly acknowledge her/him.<br />It begins:<br />When I have a house as I sometime may<br />I'll suit my fancy in every way.<br />I'll fill it with things that have caught my eye<br />In drifting from Iceland to Molokai.<br />It won't be correct or in period style<br />But oh, I've thought for a long, long while<br />Of all the corners and all the nooks,<br />Of all the bookshelves and all the books,<br />The great big table, the deep soft chairs<br />And the Chinese rug at the foot of the stairs,<br />(It's an old, old rug from far Chow Wan<br />that a Chinese princess once walked on).<br /><br />It's a long poem, and tugs at the heartstrings, and reminds me of you.<br />HelenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-86308421558239852332010-08-16T08:06:21.655-02:302010-08-16T08:06:21.655-02:30The kitchen is the heart of any home and this one ...The kitchen is the heart of any home and this one has a very comforting feel about it.Grannymarhttp://grannymar.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-84867335029292596592010-08-15T23:01:40.254-02:302010-08-15T23:01:40.254-02:30I envy you your cast iron frypans ... have been lo...I envy you your cast iron frypans ... have been looking for a big one for awhile now without luck. Picked up a cast iron dutch oven the other day, but it was tres expensive.ViewPoint2010https://www.blogger.com/profile/01220005318305605072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-19074031381095900922010-08-15T18:33:07.879-02:302010-08-15T18:33:07.879-02:30it looks so cozy and i envy you your ocean viewit looks so cozy and i envy you your ocean viewCorvusCorax12https://www.blogger.com/profile/02705986279180729268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-955225511060142752010-08-15T17:36:07.988-02:302010-08-15T17:36:07.988-02:30Please don't shut up about the house. I love ...Please don't shut up about the house. I love looking into other people's lives. I adore the mirrors. You have seen your reflection in them in so many places.marciamayohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18185069576683872041noreply@blogger.com