tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post4463516857872248582..comments2024-02-29T02:31:43.035-05:00Comments on Hoosier Daddy?: Grandma and Grandpa, AddendumMichael D Lacopohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11804658533353361632noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-8874234964671855582015-06-06T18:00:32.813-04:002015-06-06T18:00:32.813-04:00I don't remember ever hearing that song, excep...I don't remember ever hearing that song, except sung by my mother at bedtime as she tucked me and my 2 brothers in. There were slight differences -<br />...<br />The monkey fell out of his bunk<br />And slid down the elephants trunk<br />...<br />I wonder if she had heard it that way, or adapted it to circumstances - we skept iñ bunk beds (one up & two down.<br /><br />I am really enjoying your bĺog.Gil Croomenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-9514267905147304052015-04-25T20:27:24.384-04:002015-04-25T20:27:24.384-04:00This morning I clicked through from Judy Russell&#...This morning I clicked through from Judy Russell's blog to your most recent post (May 21), then kept reading backward until I got to the beginning of your awareness of who your father really was. At that point I was totally hooked, and dove to the very beginning. Your writing is exceptionally good, remarkable the way you capture not only the personalities but the circumstances they are in. I almost feel these are people I might have known myself. I am in the middle of a remarkable saga of lives, and grateful you are sharing it. Thank you. I have been at this off and on all day, stuck at home because of what is possibly a world class case of anaphylactic hives (Epipen at the ready). Your beautiful account has not only taken my mind off the itching and swelling, but enlarged my own understanding of genealogy and why the heck we do this. Thank you. Will be back for the rest in the morning. Annie D. Strattonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03108982118831686821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-10780882305033764212015-01-24T12:14:38.097-05:002015-01-24T12:14:38.097-05:00I'm enjoying this, Michael.I'm enjoying this, Michael.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08451893157215545855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-48252310025498041472015-01-02T15:38:07.319-05:002015-01-02T15:38:07.319-05:00Michael, there can be no denying that you write we...Michael, there can be no denying that you write well, but beyond that skill you have a talent to wrench from the mists of the collective memories of your readers images that resonate after having read your stories. <br /><br />After circumnavigating the globe, served our nations military for more than 40 years, earned undergraduate and doctoral degrees, and along with my wife raise two wonderful children — I can remember the reconstructive surgery my great-aunt lovingly performed on my Raggedy Ann. <br /><br />Through the years I will occasionally be scouring through our storage and encounter Andy. What wonderful waves of sentiment he engenders, and the rare love of our "Mommy" which only he and I can share. Perhaps I'll have him share my final resting place, rather than being resigned the ignominy of being tossed into a trash heap.<br /><br />Thanks for the memories,<br />GeorgeGeorge Farrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10664558846798464841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-14620186265116192532015-01-02T15:20:00.830-05:002015-01-02T15:20:00.830-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.George Farrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10664558846798464841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-29952682638272296012014-12-01T14:55:27.939-05:002014-12-01T14:55:27.939-05:00And I too had a grandmother who made lamb cake for...And I too had a grandmother who made lamb cake for Easter - complete with the coconut "fur" and dyed coconut grass. Thanks for the memory. I think my sister still has the cake mold. diananelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12619498439594041787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-45304439845642920302014-02-27T11:51:27.697-05:002014-02-27T11:51:27.697-05:00Carrie, isn't it funny what memories stick wit...Carrie, isn't it funny what memories stick with us? Food can provoke powerful flashbacks. Like EVERY kid who has had Pringles, my brothers and I would do the whole duckbill thing with them in our mouths. And I LOVED the crunch of biting into several of them stacked together. All of this was something we did at my grandparents. And we loved it. :)Michael D Lacopohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11804658533353361632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-22716260511062765912014-02-27T11:14:46.295-05:002014-02-27T11:14:46.295-05:00I, too, only got Pringles at my grandpa's hous...I, too, only got Pringles at my grandpa's house!!! We couldn't afford them. I feel so proud now being able to pack them in my daughter's lunch box!<br />Carrie Andersonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-29370148837501031472014-02-25T23:17:34.737-05:002014-02-25T23:17:34.737-05:00I want more! This is an awesome story. You are a g...I want more! This is an awesome story. You are a great storyteller.Donna Hansen Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13010578509636276371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728490610017274864.post-76052901630260930352014-02-25T19:25:24.737-05:002014-02-25T19:25:24.737-05:00Michael, this story is fabulous! I have known you...Michael, this story is fabulous! I have known you for many years and I never knew so much about you until now. You make it very interesting to read. I hate yet love that I have to wait for the next "part". Is it ready yet?Shannonnoreply@blogger.com