tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post111662261756907036..comments2024-01-08T13:44:54.771-08:00Comments on Dizgraceland: Over the river and through the woods…Timehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1116980469010700482005-05-24T17:21:00.000-07:002005-05-24T17:21:00.000-07:00R.You're heart is in the right place even if you n...R.<BR/><BR/>You're heart is in the right place even if you never win the lotto.<BR/><BR/>Your cousin Meredith did ask mom if she would go ahead gift her house to her. But I think she just wants to sell it so she can buy a horse.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1116960520059761492005-05-24T11:48:00.000-07:002005-05-24T11:48:00.000-07:00If I win the lotto I never play I'll buy both prop...If I win the lotto I never play I'll buy both properties. Since I have no interest in living in that city someone else can deal with it - but at least the property would be back in the family.<BR/><BR/>-RAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1116815101279919302005-05-22T19:25:00.000-07:002005-05-22T19:25:00.000-07:00Shandi,I'm glad you liked the entry. I wouldn't ha...Shandi,<BR/><BR/>I'm glad you liked the entry. I wouldn't have thought to write it if you hadn't suggested it from my dream entry. So thank you! I appreciate the encouragement and wish you were a publisher :)<BR/><BR/>Lights in the wake,<BR/><BR/>Thank you as well. And I enjoyed your story, too. You should be writing a blog. <BR/><BR/>We used to shoot our bb guns in the backyard, but unfortunately we didn't have a water tower for a target. We shot at the transformer on the power pole. Kind of stupid in retrospect, but if you had a bb-gun, you needed a target. I still have mine. I reclaimed it on a recent trip to Boise before mom purged it. <BR/><BR/>Maybe I'll look for a water tower...Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1116652037665068912005-05-20T22:07:00.000-07:002005-05-20T22:07:00.000-07:00Wonderful story. Thank you.It reminded me of where...Wonderful story. Thank you.<BR/>It reminded me of where I grew up in Southern Maryland. We lived in a house on the edge of the woods. They started not 50' from our backdoor. There was a dirt road that ran though the woods for about 1/2 a mile to the water tower that served our neighborhood. We used to shoot BB's at it and it would make the coolest pinging sound if you hit it in the right spots. About 100 yards from the tower was an old civil war era graveyard that scared the crap out of us. It had about 20 headstones and most of them were in sad shape from vandals. One holloween some friends and I worked up our courage and decided we would go to the graveyard and wait until midnight. We went in about 10 pm and made it all of 15 minutes before something moving in the woods sent us screaming. None of us ever went back there at night. I went back to attend my uncles funeral last year and visited my old neighborhood. The woods were all gone and replaced with houses. But the graveyard and water tower were still there. It looked very small and not very scary, but I was surprisingly happy that they had left it. I'll bet it is still scaring the hell out of the neighborhood kids. Good for them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1116631261400264662005-05-20T16:21:00.000-07:002005-05-20T16:21:00.000-07:00Damn!!! I really enjoyed this. It kind of remind...Damn!!! I really enjoyed this. It kind of reminded me of "Stand By Me" or "To Kill a Mockingbird"; when children are afraid of their own shadows. I look back at those white-knuckle episodes with nostalgia. The things we fear now...actually do hurt us. It was much better to think that people were good and the washing machine was a monster...then to find out that it is usually the opposite.<BR/><BR/>It pissed me off that your parents sold the house for a mere $6,000. I guess one's man treasure...you know. It was obviously more important to you. <BR/><BR/>I have gone back to my grandfathers property many times. His trailer and old 50's era cars were hauled away decades ago. But one thing still stands...our treehouse. The very one my brothers, sister and I built. I love to run my hands over the trunk of the tree and remember when my tiny child hands gripped the wooden stairs to climb up into our secret world. <BR/><BR/>My children will most likely never know that lifestyle. But I suppose they will have cherished memories of their own. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for posting this. I truly enjoyed every word. You are a fantastic writer.Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.com