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Oh no! Not more rain!
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Peonied!
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  FINALLY
Posted by: SANDI - 1 hour ago - Forum: Memories and Stories - No Replies

WELL, I was finally able to get in and read all the stories. I think it was by accident. Am I getting old or something?
Seems like all I do during this lockdown is watch TV, sit at the computer, do word searches, and eat. We have enough "boxes" in the freezer to last through another pandemic. I have lost this paragraph three times now and had to start over. I better stop now and see if I can send it.

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  Oh no! Not more rain!
Posted by: Dawg - 6 hours ago - Forum: Memories and Stories - No Replies

Around 2008 or 2009, Diana had gone up north to visit family. I stayed home for whatever reason but decided to go up and visit her later. I had purchased my Harley in 2006 and this seemed like a great time for that 'epic' road trip that everyone dreams about. I started out about 6 in the morning and I remember the air being quite brisk. I had short sleeves on and more than once thought about stopping to put on a jacket but never quite got cold enough to do it. It was exhilarating! Wentzville, Bowling Green, Hannibal all slipped by and everything was right with the world. State line crossed and things were glorious. Just south of Iowa City, however, things began making me nervous. It seems the sky going north was beginning to darken. Some might say even look ominous. As a fairly new rider, I have not been in rain often. As a matter of fact, I kind of feared riding in the rain. I hit Iowa City and the rain hit me. I slowed down, mainly because those little droplets really hurt. I rode from Iowa City all the way to the north of Rochester, MN in rain. Not just mist, rain! About 5 hours worth. It finally broke north of Rochester. By the time I hit Moose Lake my clothes were finally dry!! I spent about 4 or 5 days up north and came home. As soon as I left Chisholm, yep, it started raining. It followed me all the way to Iowa. I finally dried off by Waterloo. I don't think I fear the rain as much anymore. I just DO NOT like to ride in it.

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  Learning to Shift
Posted by: Dawg - 10-26-2020, 03:47 PM - Forum: Memories and Stories - No Replies

Again, in Farmington, Nan and the Fox lived in a country subdivision(if you could call it that) that was just about a mile long circle. We were sitting in the yard enjoying the day. The Unc was there with his yellow VW Beetle. He asks if I know how to drive a stick. (To put it in perspective, I'm probably about 12 or 13.) I said, "No". I guess that was an unacceptable answer as he starts to tell me the mechanics of driving a stick. He tells me slowly, stands up, throws me the keys, says, "Try not to break it" and sat back down. Yep. I killed it a few times. Eventually, I got to where I could stop and start on just about any part of the subdivision. I'll bet I went about 5 miles that day. I prefer a stick to this day.

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  Peonied!
Posted by: Dawg - 10-26-2020, 03:41 PM - Forum: Memories and Stories - No Replies

Ahh, Farmington. So many memories. I was about 11 or 12. One of the big competitive sports was Croquet. It got rough. I remember that there were basically two different courses. The normal and the big one. The big one was in an adjoining field and it was BIG! The normal one was just outside the garage in the yard amongst all of the trees and bushes. I remember being sent on a journey as I was 'roqueted' and ended up behind a peony. The Fox laughed his laugh, looked at me and said, "It looks like you've been peonied." From that day forward, that was what it was called when you got put in a tough spot.

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  Well Traveled Paul
Posted by: Dawg - 10-25-2020, 07:39 PM - Forum: Memories and Stories - No Replies

Most kids don't start travelling until they are old enough to appreciate it. I guess Diana and I never got that memo. We had a Chevy S10 pickup with a topper in the 90's. I don't know if it was legal but we put a thick foam mattress in the back, covered it with a sheet, added some stereo speakers, put Diana and Paul in back, attached a pop-up trailer and traveled. One trip took us to Timber Lee camp in Wisconsin. The day we were leaving was the day that a huge storm rolled in. Being a pop-up, there was a great deal of outdoor work required to break camp and Paul 'needed; to help. After just a few minutes we were soaked. Fortunately, the camp was fairly empty so we drove the truck under a pavilion that happened to be near the showers. A quick hot shower, in the back with Diana and we were on the road. As I recall, he was sleeping after no time, as was mom.

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  Tumbling Kyle
Posted by: Dawg - 10-25-2020, 06:07 PM - Forum: Memories and Stories - No Replies

This story goes back about 24 or 25 years. Kyle was about 1 or 2 years old and we had just purchased a travel trailer. We were on our way to Memphis and stopped at a campground in Arkansas. The campground was a pleasant place with a lake (Diana would say pond). The campsites were positioned around the lake. The arrangement was campsite on top, the ground fell off in a nice terrace (about 30 to 35 degree slope) for about 6 to 8 feet, a level area with a picnic table about 5 feet wide and then another slope about 10 feet to the lake. Early in the morning I got up and out of the trailer, set up a Coleman stove on the picnic table and started breakfast. As I was sitting there frying bacon, I saw the trailer door open and out comes Kyle. He approaches the hill and  . . . all of a sudden, all I see is a ball of a toddler rolling down the hill, cross the flat and head toward the lake. He rolled about 1/2 way down and stopped. He was still for about 2 seconds, then got up and walked back to the trailer where he has some toys to play with. In typical Kyle fashion, nothing was said. It was as if nothing ever happened.

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  Farmington Story
Posted by: Dawg - 10-24-2020, 12:30 PM - Forum: Memories and Stories - No Replies

I was about 8 and the Unc lived on the lake at the time. I was wandering about the back yard and remember that a bunch of geese were coming up on me. When you're 8 they are big AND mean! I was starting to get nervous and then the cavalry arrived. Coming out of the kitchen door I see Nana running at full speed (impressive to see) with a broom raised above her head with a look of, "We're having duck for dinner!" all over her face. Apparently the ducks (or geese) read that look too and they took off! Quite the event.

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  A Day at the Park
Posted by: SANDI - 10-17-2020, 09:01 PM - Forum: Memories and Stories - Replies (1)

A few days ago we visited one of our large parks as they were having a sale on some plants. We were on the highway so we decided to enter the park from there, which we had never done. The park is very large and we had to get to the other side.  We didn't know how to go so just kept driving. Finally we came to a roadway and quickly turned on to it. It was a narrow road but no traffic - except for a gob of hikers and bikers.  Yep. We were on the pedestrian road. No place to pull off or turn around, so we just kept going. I rolled down the window and from time to time said, "Sorry, we're lost. Most people just smiled and laughed, but there were a few who gave us the stink eye and a few hand gestures. We finally came to the end of the thing and just headed home.

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  Feeling unloved as a boyfriend
Posted by: Dawg - 10-15-2020, 01:54 PM - Forum: Memories and Stories - No Replies

When we were dating, Diana took me up north to visit her folks. The reception was less than enthusiastic. At the dinner table, Elmer prayed. He was going around the table, naming each person, got to me and asked, "What's your name again?". I get that, I'm bad with names, too. Same visit, different prayer, now he knows my name. Calls me Bob. (The ex)[Image: rolleyes.png]

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  The Mazda Fender
Posted by: Dawg - 10-15-2020, 01:50 PM - Forum: Memories and Stories - No Replies

This is a story I heard:
Back in 83-85? John had a Mazda pickup with a wrinkled fender. How it was wrinkled, I don't remember. The folks were living in the country. John bought a fender and had it painted someplace. (Back in those days, I believe these parts just bolted on.) He left the fender outside on the driveway for the paint to finish curing. Mom backed out of the driveway to go somewhere. Yep, she ran over the new fender. She told John and he came out to look at it. Apparently, it was a goner! I'm told he looked at it and just said, "Mm!".

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