tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post2914839909253280426..comments2024-03-05T11:10:29.953-05:00Comments on My Ancestors and Me: "You remember when . . . ."Nancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-12851416489633542102018-06-01T02:12:52.595-04:002018-06-01T02:12:52.595-04:00Thank you, Laura. Oh, yes, some stories are just ...Thank you, Laura. Oh, yes, some stories are just too funny, and sometimes the reaction of the family members when the story's told can make it even funnier. It's great that your family shares that bond.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-28426918902535522682018-06-01T02:11:08.400-04:002018-06-01T02:11:08.400-04:00It's fun to learn that others do this, too, We...It's fun to learn that others do this, too, Wendy. I guess walking your sister around when she was a toddler must have sealed the bond between you two. It's a fun story.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136584654825212359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-11036694142887617152018-05-28T18:39:50.679-04:002018-05-28T18:39:50.679-04:00I love when we all get to talking just like this! ...I love when we all get to talking just like this! Sometimes we end up laughing so much it hurts. There are always those incidents that get told over and over and make us laugh every time. Great post Nancy.Laura Mattinglyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00522056774465727386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892358786681938797.post-88223679639533319002018-05-28T06:50:14.059-04:002018-05-28T06:50:14.059-04:00Oh my gosh, YES! I grew up hearing stories repeate...Oh my gosh, YES! I grew up hearing stories repeated. My sister and I still do that. When she was a toddler, my job was to walk her around to keep her from napping in the late afternoon so that she would go to sleep at bed time. When I help out with her floral business, she always says, “And you’re still walking me around.” I guess that makes no sense to anyone else, but it is our family way of recognizing how we take care of each other. It makes sense if you know the family story. Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.com