tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post5514008629579596531..comments2024-03-21T05:29:14.303-04:00Comments on Onward and Upward--Ever Forward: Just Going Along. Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-91493269633905219062015-07-04T19:30:57.309-04:002015-07-04T19:30:57.309-04:00Now, see? We don't ever really know what goes...Now, see? We don't ever really know what goes on in another's home. Everyone, including my cousins, seem to think my mom hung the moon. Not that she wasn't a good person, but they never saw how she treated me. And, Lord forbid, if we were over in W FL I dare not say one word that wasn't "appropriate" according to her rules. I don't think my remaining cousins really got to know me until she had passed. I know I shouldn't talk about her, but it was what it was.<br />Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02865722713732049339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-54311333106591279322015-06-30T21:45:33.911-04:002015-06-30T21:45:33.911-04:00Thanks Sally, for sending me Judys link, you are a...Thanks Sally, for sending me Judys link, you are a sweetheart!!Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16823369215793154260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-56845804525206822172015-06-30T21:43:33.328-04:002015-06-30T21:43:33.328-04:00WoW...this was so extremely difficult to read, I c...WoW...this was so extremely difficult to read, I can't even imagine how difficult this was to write. I too, grew up in an extremely abusive home...we were beat all the time. I too left when I was 17 and never looked back. I married the most amazing, kind, supportive soul on earth, who treats me as a equal! <br /><br />Judy, you have been comenting on my blog forever and I could never find you. I have left you several messages in the comment forum of my blog, but I'm sure you never saw them. I am so sorry I have never commented here, our mutual friend Sally saw my note to you and sent me a link. I am so happy to be here!!Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16823369215793154260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-47493151941245909462015-06-30T12:49:54.321-04:002015-06-30T12:49:54.321-04:00Getting to the place where you don't need ever...Getting to the place where you don't need everyone to like you is a good place to be. I imagine it would be easier to get there if no one was slapping you in the face whenever you spoke your mind. I wonder what would happen if everyone shed their pretty shells and let it rip!Bella Rumhttp://bellarum.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-22160072591662925812015-06-30T09:15:45.120-04:002015-06-30T09:15:45.120-04:00My Daddy was like yours too, Jean. The revered co...My Daddy was like yours too, Jean. The revered coach and mentor to every boy in the township--except his own family. He once was interviewed for a write-up in the county newspaper and he quoted, "I've never met a bad kid." I thought that was odd, when I read it, because he sure didn't feel that way about me!Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-3730626229684733892015-06-30T09:12:25.704-04:002015-06-30T09:12:25.704-04:00Maybe it was the times we grew up in? Less freedo...Maybe it was the times we grew up in? Less freedom for girls back then. We were told to mind our P's and Q's, don't speak unless spoken too, sit with our knees together and above all, be a lady.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-69329109494161056352015-06-30T09:02:22.155-04:002015-06-30T09:02:22.155-04:00You are still too young, Nettie. Wait until you g...You are still too young, Nettie. Wait until you get to be 70--you'll just let 'er rip!!! Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-88715530191294542512015-06-30T09:00:55.370-04:002015-06-30T09:00:55.370-04:00Sal, you mean a "How Not To" book? LOLSal, you mean a "How Not To" book? LOLJudyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-56360385828233108892015-06-30T08:28:40.034-04:002015-06-30T08:28:40.034-04:00Yes, I do find that the older I get the less I car...Yes, I do find that the older I get the less I care about what people think of my opinions or what I do. That doesn't mean I voice them though because some people get upset if you tell them the truth or get offended if my opinion differs. I prefer to keep the peace and stay in my own little bubble! Jeanettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04049092763428920061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-55945691843073519142015-06-30T06:23:22.524-04:002015-06-30T06:23:22.524-04:00Understand so much you share
do what is good for y...Understand so much you share<br />do what is good for you<br />I admire you...One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12548226150115102345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-43487540350518277472015-06-29T23:33:43.610-04:002015-06-29T23:33:43.610-04:00My childhood and yours were polar opposite. We had...My childhood and yours were polar opposite. We had family discussions on every topic that came along and we kids were listened to. My dad was soft-spoken and wise and kids at the lake followed him around like the Pied Piper. He made everyone feel their opinions and comments counted. Knowing your history, it's easier to see why you "blew your top" a few blog enters ago. You can only keep opinions to yourself just so long before you need to be heard. I don't agree with much of what you wrote but I know if we lived close by we'd have great fun having conversations where we'd both express our opinions and more importantly respect each other enough to listen to one another and laugh about how different we think. The trick is to not take ourselves so seriously. Don and I had that kind of relationship with our best couples friends....politically polar opposite but we had the best times together, including going on vacations together. Glad you met Fred and learned marriage isn't always the way your first ones were.Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7267296850244884919.post-38547110495920827462015-06-29T22:30:15.744-04:002015-06-29T22:30:15.744-04:00I'm glad you've come to a place that you d...I'm glad you've come to a place that you don't feel guilty giving your opinion, Judy. I pretty much grew up keeping my mouth shut (not with my dad but with my mother). As the years have passed, I realize that I allowed her to have control over me in most every avenue of my life. For too long, I blamed her, but in reality I should have stood up early on voicing my opinion rather than shaking my head like I agreed with her. When she died, I didn't know how to live really. There wasn't anyone to tell me what to do.<br /><br />You know, I think between the two of us we could write a great book combining our experiences, feelings, etc. Of course, we couldn't "name" anyone. LOL<br /><br />xoxoSallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02865722713732049339noreply@blogger.com