Flying With Wonder Barbie
My mother, I've been told, loved to plant things and watch them grow. While she was still pregnant with me she planted a Bridal Veil bush along side Gram's house. My mother did not live to see the bush, or me, grow. But grow we each did; neither of us giving much thought to the other until we met one sunny Saturday when I was six years old. The story of our encounter can be read in it's entirety by clicking here: The Grownups Wanted Us Dead.
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I continue trying to sign up to have TGWUD emailed to me...ust as I have ADITL emailed. Well, that sweet little "Squeet" person keeps telling me that someone is already using my email address. Duh! It's me! See me here?! Am I only to be allowed ONE blog from you???? What's up with that?
Wow Quill what a beautiful bush. I guess I didn't know about your Mother.....someday you will have to share that story. If you want to and can.
Wow, that's some pretty advanced planning on your mother's part to make sure that you were safe. Amazing story! Well written. You should teach writing. Oh yeah....
By the way, congrats! As you already know, you are the first winner of Tom's Challenge! All three of the people who even knew of it competed very hard (well at least two of you) and that it made it, well, kind of silly. But silly or not I'll keep 'em coming.
I'm off to explore some more blogs-- some you recommended. Let everyone know that there will be a new, more challenging challenge tomorrow. Peace.
Nea, my mom died of cancer when I was three. That is only the beginning of the story of why I am me.
what a beautiful tree!
LOVE this story.....
Beautiful tree; beautiful story. I am interested in the things your group came up with at the breakfast this morning. :)
oh sweet, how beautiful and sad. i'm so sorry you lost her at all and to have lost her so early. my deepest sympathy my angel...how proud she is of who you are and what you have done. oh she is a happy mommy in heaven!
Quill....that can't have been easy.....well we are who we are because of our lives I guess....strong women come from adversity. I knew the strength.....
And you still aren't afraid of heights...haha.....still trying to fly.......wonder Quill and flying barbie......glad that bush was there.....
I'm with charlie, you do tell a great story, usually with humour, which is always good. keep em coming.
I read this one, then another, and another, and another-spellbound with your stories and remembering my own. Childhood then was what it still should be. Our kids miss out on so many things because they have too many things.
I ADORE your blog. it's just lovely. this post was phrased particularly well. I am adding your link to my blog so I may remember to visit again. Feel free to stop by my blog as well and say hello!!!
-Macoosh:)
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