My dad did the two fingers in the corner of his mouth whistle, and God help you if you were too far away to hear itAnd you knew when it was time to go home by how dark it was getting.
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My dad did the two fingers in the corner of his mouth whistle, and God help you if you were too far away to hear itAnd you knew when it was time to go home by how dark it was getting.
My son's school has grammar as an elective. Though they do a little in the classes, it's not as much as we got as kids. I hated it then, but love it now.Do they still teach this in schools?
It was my undoing. I could never grasp this alien concept.
My mom always told a story about a time she was in the hospital for a couple weeks. (Back then, they actually made you stay in the hospital for a long time) .My dad did the two fingers in the corner of his mouth whistle, and God help you if you were too far away to hear it
I love this so much!My mom always told a story about a time she was in the hospital for a couple weeks. (Back then, they actually made you stay in the hospital for a long time) .
She had an eye surgery, and she was young, maybe 8? Also in the past, they would not allow any family to visit as they felt it upset the child. Imagine that?!!!!!! Not being able to stay with your kid who just had surgery. For a week, her eyes were bandaged and she was spoon fed by a nurse who I guess was apparently very mean to her.
Anyway, back to the whistle...
After the bandages came off, she was laying in bed and heard a certain whistle -- like your dad, her dad had a calling whistle to the kids because they worked a farm and everyone knew to come when they heard that whistle. She ran to the window and there was her whole family down in the parking lot waving to her! She was so excited and relieved.
my exact thoughts on morning aches and eyebrows. I've tried YogaFace. If you push your eyebrows up they stay that way for a little while, and you can actually watch them slide back down. I miss my high brow look.I'm 50, though I most times don't feel any different than when I was 13--lol. The only time I really think about my age is when I get out of bed (sometimes it ain't easy, though better after my 3-4 mi morning walk) and sometimes at work when I realize that 2 of my coworkers are younger than my oldest child, my boss is 35, and the two that are my age both have married children and are grandchild hungry. That is so WEIRD to me!
Oh, and of all the things I've lost over the years, I miss my eyebrows the most. They went from Leonid Brezhnev forests to little Hitler 'staches right over my irises alarmingly quickly after 40.
Aye, Sai. Me too ....I tend to not contemplate my age much...I know I'm 56 and overweight, but most days I trudge along-hoping the back doesn't act up anymore than normal and the right knee still carries my lard ass along....every once in a while though and at the most unexpected times-something will remind me of when I was a kid and a wave of near monumental sadness washes me away for a few minutes.....
For her to get to this surgery, her dad and her had to hitchhike into town.I love this so much!
Oh that is so sweet!My mom always told a story about a time she was in the hospital for a couple weeks. (Back then, they actually made you stay in the hospital for a long time) .
She had an eye surgery, and she was young, maybe 8? Also in the past, they would not allow any family to visit as they felt it upset the child. Imagine that?!!!!!! Not being able to stay with your kid who just had surgery. For a week, her eyes were bandaged and she was spoon fed by a nurse who I guess was apparently very mean to her.
Anyway, back to the whistle...
After the bandages came off, she was laying in bed and heard a certain whistle -- like your dad, her dad had a calling whistle to the kids because they worked a farm and everyone knew to come when they heard that whistle. She ran to the window and there was her whole family down in the parking lot waving to her! She was so excited and relieved.
Wow - that is so sad.For her to get to this surgery, her dad and her had to hitchhike into town.
My mom told some of the most pitiful stories I have ever heard.
Oh that is so sweet!
I had surgery when I was very young and my mom couldn't stay with me. I was so scared. I remember so many weird things about that time. Mostly the radio from the nurse's station. And the playroom. And there was a little girl in my room who had cancer and I thought I did too, but I didn't know what that was, so I didn't really care. It was very weird.
Same for me with my dad. Whenever I heard his whistle, that bottle rocket firework sound, my neck prickled and I knew I was in for it. Haha.My dad did the two fingers in the corner of his mouth whistle, and God help you if you were too far away to hear it
I was a weird little kid. It was just a new adventure for me. And I had my imaginary friends: Girlfriend, Chu-Ong, Chu-Nee, and Remi. I do remember my mom and dad coming every day - dad in the morning, mom in the afternoon. But it is bizarre that it was ever thought that it was OK to leave kids alone in a hospital, especially for many days. I'd never be able to do that.I can't imagine not letting anyone stay with their kid. My mom was scared too and thought she would never see her family again.
I received one of those when I turned 50. I loved the idea of sending my sh*t to the government. They want it yearly now but my rule is every 5 years and my philosophy is that if a tree don't fall on me I'll live 'til I die.
Qualifying for the 2 for 1 Viagra deals does have its up side...........
HAH! That’s nothing there were only 25 states in the union when GNT was born!
Same, for both parents. Every time I've ever been tempted to 'poor poor pitiful me' about things in childhood, I think about my mom and her sisters being shunted from relative to relative because their mom didn't really want them and society didn't approve of a divorced dad having 4 little girls. They were the 'dirty kids'. My dad's earliest memory was of walking into town when he was 3 or 4, arm around his big dog's neck, to look for his parents in the bar, or his first job at 9 (as a pin setter in the bowling alley), taken to pay for school supplies. I had a GOOD life (and still do).For her to get to this surgery, her dad and her had to hitchhike into town.
My mom told some of the most pitiful stories I have ever heard.
...was her maiden name Joad?......For her to get to this surgery, her dad and her had to hitchhike into town.
My mom told some of the most pitiful stories I have ever heard.
It is scary! I had a compound fracture in my leg and had to stay in the hospital for 3 days. My parents could visit for about an hour each day, bu no kids allowed. I missed my family so much.Oh that is so sweet!
I had surgery when I was very young and my mom couldn't stay with me. I was so scared. I remember so many weird things about that time. Mostly the radio from the nurse's station. And the playroom. And there was a little girl in my room who had cancer and I thought I did too, but I didn't know what that was, so I didn't really care. It was very weird.
I just turned 51. I still think of myself as a work in progress. I just wish that weight was more of progressive thing. Age has a way of making it more of challenge. I still feel pretty well.