i’m so glad that you come by.
i still find it very hard to believe that sometimes more than 100 of you do!
who ARE you! ??? LOL!
i know you’re not the robots. because they’re not counted there.
it’s just so fascinating to me!
and it is kinda fun thinking that i know so many people.
my word! and i’m still the new girl. lol.
but then . . . i really don’t know you.
computerland IS kinda weird isn’t it?
good thing i’m not on facebook. LOL.
i couldn’t handle hundreds and thousands like some of you do.
i’d be too intimidated if that happened to me. wow!
but . . .
it means the world to me that the peanut has been accepted the way it has.
and even with the few of you who comment . . . whom i really consider
my friends . . .
it does make for a warm feeling of friendship and community.
when i started this blog i didn’t have a CLUE what i would write about.
i always want to be ‘the quiet type.’
but alas. i’m not. nor will i ever be.
so . . .
anything and everything catches my interest and i go from there.
and somehow you have come along.
maybe because it’s simple. lol. or simple minded. LOL.
or maybe because it’s simply about good people, by and large.
good people here and now . . . and way back when.
that always makes the world happier to drop in on!
in on. good grief.
hear that? that is mr mac vey turning in his grave.
i not only ended a sentence with a preposition.
i ended it with two prepositions! LOL.
i say . . . if you’re gonna err . . . err BIG.
that’s my motto.
but . . .
the truth is. even if NOBODY ever visited . . .
i’d probably still keep this little blog. because . . .
it has turned kind of into a record of my family. some posts anyway.
and such a small family we are.
i’m hoping it might mean something to tiger’s boys someday.
you never know.
so many people left so very early.
it’s making those still here even more special to me each day.
this particular post will share pictures of my marine. my brother.
my YOUNGER brother. except he’s bigger than me in every way.
i adore this man.
we fought as children. wow. did we ever fight.
it all changed when our dad died. we grew up over night.
we seemed to realize that it was stupid. and that mother would need us
to be her family more than ever. we were the three musketeers.
the three musketeers. my mother the marine and me.
at a friend’s cabin on the lake in new york. before the marine went to nam.
gross. sorry. but i think that lamp is a cave man weapon
disguised as a lamp. mee-ow.
addendum : a friend told me when she read this that i shouldn’t be so
catty . . . that original lamp is now worth a small fortune as a ‘collector’s
item’ from the turn of the century.
and . . . i do know that. and i knew that when i wrote it. BUT.
but . . . i’m sorry. it’s still . . . well. PERSONALLY mind you. only
personally . . . i just think it’s not so pretty. 😉
and i won’t mee-ow anymore. just in case you have one.
i SAID personal! sheesh!
i call this his ‘sundance kid’ look. slap a stetson and a gun on him
and there you have it.
oh man. he’s gonna KILL me !!!
my only hope is that he never reads this thing!
what are big sisters for though . . . if not to embarrass you?
i ask you.
on their way back to new york. the visits were always way too short.
and . . . a letter awaits.
it will be from uncle sam. “i want YOU.”
remember the days of the draft? and ahem. no hair. and no mustache.
this is jim reed’s mom. she’s the one who was left such a young widow
with her three little boys to raise during the depression.
you can read about her in ‘categories’ . . . “the good ones . . . jim reed”
if you’re new to the peanut. it’s quite a story about a remarkable lady.
and her son . . . my dad . . . jim reed.
she’s here . . . with jim reed’s only son . . . the marine.
he’s her only grandson. he’s 18 and on leave just before he goes away
to viet nam. he looks so young! well . . . he was!
oops. maybe a little R rated there. don’t mean to offend.
but it no doubt helped fight the war. as it always has.
and then . . .
. . . . back from nam.
there’s a difference in our marine.
not so ‘young’ anymore.
i guess bob’s driving the boat. i hope somebody is!
there he goes. lookin’ like ‘the sundance kid’ again. LOL.
seriously. is it just me? i never noticed it before doing these pictures!
bob and the marine and i are camping. mother is back in new york.
and . . .
darn it. somebody tell me WHY men just get better looking
as they get older.
it is SO NOT FAIR.
and then . . . finally . . .
not an ounce of fat on him.
that’s because . . .
I GOT IT ALL.
my marine today.
no. he refused to look into the camera. rather. yes. he refused.
i got the shot anyway. so there.
the marine petting my zeke. and little basset neighbor penny.
even if he weren’t my brother and my best friend . . .
i would love him. simply because he is like me.
he loves dogs.
and now. you’ve SEEN my marine.
after just reading about him in the other post.
if you’re new to the peanut and would like to meet him . . .
just stay in ‘the marine’ category here and scroll to the next post.
or . . . he’s also in the side bar categories called ‘the good ones’ ~
just scroll until you come to “i know a marine.”
his name by the way . . . is michael.
and you may remember . . .
his beloved wife of 38 years died last september of cancer.
as i write this ~ he’s in the middle of an arduous wilderness
marathon hike to raise money for cancer research for little children.
it was a charity dear to her heart. and he’s doing it for her.
in her memory. and to honor her own fight.
he’ll actually be hiking for 26 to 30 miles in a rugged mountain wilderness
trail as high as 2,380 feet. they’ll cross 63 streams in those miles.
it’s supposed to be very beautiful. he’ll love it. he likes things to be
difficult. a challenge.
his goal was to raise 2500.00
he raised 3300.00.
cancer is the biggest killer disease of children.
he will not like me mentioning the amount.
but to me . . .
it is simple.
the marine saw the hill.
the marine took the hill.
godspeed michael. you come back safe.
and as your son said in his comment on the last post about you . . .
“keep leaning forward to the line!”
i’ll see you soon.