tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post1831561877277011416..comments2024-03-27T01:07:03.944-04:00Comments on The Roses of Prose: California Dreamin' by Betsy AshtonAlison Hendersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725250883303287946noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-12283571595513401332016-08-29T16:27:59.010-04:002016-08-29T16:27:59.010-04:00Wow, what wonderful memories! I grew up in Oklahom...Wow, what wonderful memories! I grew up in Oklahoma City, and I didn't live in exactly an ideal place, but the love of my parents and my closeness with my siblings made for some fabulous memories. Thank you for sharing!Alicia Deanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003539473772776004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-79958093583938426932016-08-28T17:24:27.412-04:002016-08-28T17:24:27.412-04:00Lovely memories, Betsy. I grew up in a very rural ...Lovely memories, Betsy. I grew up in a very rural area that is now a Detroit suburb. My school had K-8 in one room. Only 3 kids in my 2nd great. They were cousins. Summers meant never-ending work in the garden. Couldn't wait to grow up and leave. But I do remember Mom throwing a sheet over a card table so my sister and I had a place to "hide" out. Hot days reading in the shade of the house when chores were done. Eating corn, tomatoes, and green beans freshly picked from our garden. My childhood wasn't all bad.Diane Burtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-13405783418235564732016-08-28T09:11:04.353-04:002016-08-28T09:11:04.353-04:00All great memories, but wow, Rolynn, I think you a...All great memories, but wow, Rolynn, I think you are the odd one with an education of the world most of us didn't get. I grew up in Phoenix and didn't see any of the world until I married. Back then, Phoenix was a city with a town mentality. We were safe and roamed the neighborhood all day and into the evening. I remember the first freeway and how it was fought by many. Now? I avoid Phoenix and would never live there. Sorry if any Phoenicians read this and feel differently.Brenda Whitesidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04162555468154752820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-60598448148133424722016-08-27T16:23:51.103-04:002016-08-27T16:23:51.103-04:00I'm the odd one...Army brat. I grew up in Ft....I'm the odd one...Army brat. I grew up in Ft. Meade, MD; Bamburg, Germany; Oshkosh,WI; Sendai, Japan; Ft. Benning, GA; Seoul, Korea; Faribault, MN. We kids (five) went anywhere we wanted on post, but any bad behavior went on my father's record...so we were very, very good ;-) From my odd childhood memory: We were packed and ready to be evacuated by helicopter off the post in Seoul, Korea, because of the turmoil of the Sygman Rhee revolution. One soldier died from an errant bullet spray, but we didn't have to evacuate. Rolynn Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504770204968969467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-7816428961849541272016-08-27T14:39:54.510-04:002016-08-27T14:39:54.510-04:00My life began in Detroit, then we moved to a small...My life began in Detroit, then we moved to a small college town in Mid-Michigan. Now I'm out in the country and loving. I, too, have a special cousin I see often. We spent many, many Summer's together at the family cabin on a lake up north. We never worried about being snatched either as kids. Even in the big, and supposedly bad-but it's not-city. I agree, great memories.Margo Hoornstrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00036077481652050799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-23027320853793969712016-08-27T11:40:17.603-04:002016-08-27T11:40:17.603-04:00I grew up in Gasquet, a super small town (400 peop...I grew up in Gasquet, a super small town (400 people) in Northern California. Two room school house for grades K though 8. Our bikes (no helmets) were our transportation. We spent our summers at the river unsupervised, and our parents never thought twice about us being snatched off the street. A great place to be a kid. Great memories, Betsy.Jannine Gallanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01047728297429025804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-29345148651021494242016-08-27T10:00:31.356-04:002016-08-27T10:00:31.356-04:00Great memories, Betsy. It's so nice that you a...Great memories, Betsy. It's so nice that you and your cousin are still close and get to see each other. I have special memories of beach days in Central Jersey, neighborhood kids hanging out pack-like all summer, nights spent in make-shift tents (sheets over the clothes line) in back yards, playing cards and board games on rainy days. As we grew older, the neighborhood pack disbanded, and I wouldn't know them today if I had to pick them in a lineup! I made more special memories with new friends, though, and am blessed to count them among my friends today. Thanks for the bit of nostalgia this morning. :-)Leah St. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11004006100786260893noreply@blogger.com