tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post6721831447784645299..comments2024-03-27T01:07:03.944-04:00Comments on The Roses of Prose: What Year Is Your Favorite?Alison Hendersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725250883303287946noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-88864890431190433402014-06-28T16:13:07.472-04:002014-06-28T16:13:07.472-04:00Wow, Ally...that is really creepy. (I'm going ...Wow, Ally...that is really creepy. (I'm going to look for that in one of your books!)Leah St. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11004006100786260893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-86332453125012328582014-06-27T14:51:14.613-04:002014-06-27T14:51:14.613-04:00I was another one who truly believed we could chan...I was another one who truly believed we could change the world. My favorite time would be right out of high school and into college, then, boom, I was an Army wife. Life's been going at light speed ever since. I'm like Jannine, walks in the wilderness. There's nothing better than that.Margo Hoornstrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00036077481652050799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-45949477169849175432014-06-27T13:00:20.283-04:002014-06-27T13:00:20.283-04:00Ah, very vivid memories. A drunken English teacher...Ah, very vivid memories. A drunken English teacher? Crazy. I remember my tenth grade year vividly because that was the school year following Elvis Presley's death and the kids I'd gone to school with for years knew how much I loved him, and some of them were pretty cruel about his death. Also, we had a crazy science teacher; a pretty, young, but mentally disturbed woman named Miss Owens who told the class one day that the least painful way to die was to freeze to death. We had one of our worst winters ever that year, and she was found, frozen to death, ironically in 'Owen' Stadium where Oklahoma University plays, wearing nothing but an overcoat. A strange and disturbing year for sure. But, like you, pretty much every year in my life contains good and bad memories. I also like looking forward.allywildrosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16195052213110429010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-32531325641069444952014-06-27T10:22:31.558-04:002014-06-27T10:22:31.558-04:00One of my favorite things is something I do every ...One of my favorite things is something I do every day--hike in the woods with my dog. The peace and solitude, listening to the birds and enjoying flowers, foliage or fresh snow--depending on the season--refreshes my soul. Memories made every day! Jannine Gallanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17692098634695675967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-35064822692695229742014-06-27T09:05:52.946-04:002014-06-27T09:05:52.946-04:00What rich memories, Betsy! I'm sure you must u...What rich memories, Betsy! I'm sure you must use those experiences from time to time in your writing. Your story about 10th-grade English brought back horrific memories of having to give a "contemporaneous" presentation about some research project...then have THE CLASS grade us. It was so awful, the thought of speaking in public paralyzed me (to the point of real panic attacks) until about seven years ago. So one of my favorite memories is successfully getting through that speech seven years ago that broke the chain of fear. :-)Leah St. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11004006100786260893noreply@blogger.com