tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post2213434149470879050..comments2023-03-18T03:41:29.822-07:00Comments on Once Upon A Word: Have You Ever Lost Something of Value?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16703677258513182786noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-34065957405607555582016-03-27T05:27:13.270-07:002016-03-27T05:27:13.270-07:00How odd. I'm so attached to my own things, I&#...How odd. I'm so attached to my own things, I'd be very upset about that. I don't blame you one bit for never letting her baby sit...thanks for the comment!<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-15082748346868963042016-03-26T07:56:00.883-07:002016-03-26T07:56:00.883-07:00As far back as I can remember my mother had a habi...As far back as I can remember my mother had a habit of throwing out or giving away our things while we were at school - toys, clothes, bicycles, pets, etc... We learned not to get attached to anything. Needless to say, I never let her babysit my kids.Sandra Daileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08061923642210002206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-40861601210803317182016-03-25T05:29:01.488-07:002016-03-25T05:29:01.488-07:00I understand how that works...putting something do...I understand how that works...putting something down and then it seems to disappear. And thanks so much for your kind words!<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-27218400750968748942016-03-25T05:27:11.322-07:002016-03-25T05:27:11.322-07:00Oh, Gerald...what a story! A good laugh to begin m...Oh, Gerald...what a story! A good laugh to begin my day. Thanks for commenting.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-67712430542025054392016-03-25T05:25:39.319-07:002016-03-25T05:25:39.319-07:00You need to watch your husband--no telling what he...You need to watch your husband--no telling what he might throw away! Thanks so much for your comment. I have a husband who never throws anything away and it's all categorized and labeled!<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-51831611960375553242016-03-24T18:41:02.818-07:002016-03-24T18:41:02.818-07:00It never fails, I put something down and the wee f...It never fails, I put something down and the wee folk will come along to move it. I think they do it for giggles just to see what I will do. I usually retrace my steps, but sometime that doesn't work. So I do this little thing. Where I hold on to the button of my blouse and recite. "St. Christopher, St. Christopher, do come round; something's lost that can't be found." Sometimes, it works. I loved reading parts of your story. This looks like a wonderful book.Nan O'Berryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680840241754594403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-9063869285074999352016-03-24T18:25:48.794-07:002016-03-24T18:25:48.794-07:00My wife and I lost our frog once.
We had this fis...My wife and I lost our frog once.<br /><br />We had this fish tank and along with guppies we has a tiny frog in it. One night we had them in a bowl while cleaning the tank and eating pizza for supper. When it came time to put them back the little frog was missing, so it had obviously jumped out of the bowl. I searched everywhere around the floor. No frog. Then both of us looked at the mostly eaten pizza in the open box next to the bowl.<br /><br />"I thought that last piece was kinda...crunchy," she said.<br /><br />We never knew for certain if she ate frog pizza, but it never reappeared. At least in a form she recognized. Gerald Costlowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629993135051504254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-37335350174760003652016-03-24T18:22:33.750-07:002016-03-24T18:22:33.750-07:00I enjoyed your post, Celia, and your reminder abou...I enjoyed your post, Celia, and your reminder about keeping our priorities straight when it comes to what's important in our lives. My husband can lose just about anything--and has at one time or another. Years ago he was cleaning his office, throwing papers and such out, and as he went to empty the smaller trash can into the bigger one outside, he found something stuck to the very bottom. Upon closer inspection, it was his college diploma from the University of Southern California! He'll never live that one down!Vicki Crumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14206290002803849355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-3712609343251484912016-03-24T14:33:33.659-07:002016-03-24T14:33:33.659-07:00Just goes to prove we don't really know what i...Just goes to prove we don't really know what is ultimately important and what is not. But even I can identify with your mother...thinking about some object or paper or document, and cannot fine it! Oh, I feel like screaming until I find it, then I think...why the fuss over this simple item. <br />Oh, I know Mother threw those beaters in the trash. I have do so, thrown something in the trash when I mean to place it in a drawer. It's easy to do when we're distracted by too many things. Thanks, Caroline, for reading my post.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-82143847366994244772016-03-24T14:26:55.299-07:002016-03-24T14:26:55.299-07:00What a nice story about the Cross pencil. Sorry, b...What a nice story about the Cross pencil. Sorry, but I suspect your mom did throw away her beaters. ☺ My mom did something similar. After she sold her house to move near me, my husband, brother, and I had gone to Lubbock to move her to Weatherford TX. When we got up the next morning we couldn't find Mother. She was out scouring the Dumpster to find the deed to her home--which she no longer owned and would never use. I told her where the paper was packed, but it was at the front of the U-Haul and we couldn't get to it without losing a day of packing the truck. I don't know why that was so important to her, but she was relieved when we unpacked at her new apartment and I produced it. Caroline Clemmonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14914658854159456335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-25074384065727559192016-03-24T14:02:19.818-07:002016-03-24T14:02:19.818-07:00Denise--that's the best way to approach this.....Denise--that's the best way to approach this..."just get over it." <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-57640951629710528192016-03-24T14:01:22.110-07:002016-03-24T14:01:22.110-07:00Karen--yes, and an even greater shock if your husb...Karen--yes, and an even greater shock if your husband thought dead accused you of trying to murder him! <br />Thanks for coming by, and thanks doubly for everything you do for us at PBRJV. You are invaluable.<br /> Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-64625252949172441312016-03-24T13:36:09.882-07:002016-03-24T13:36:09.882-07:00my watch I had received for my 14th birthday was s...my watch I had received for my 14th birthday was stolen out of the gym locker. saddened me at the time, but I learned to get over it.<br /><br />denisedstoutholcombhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09715837468307132294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-80522365589494446342016-03-24T12:50:36.201-07:002016-03-24T12:50:36.201-07:00Linda..I can only imagine how much stuff you'v...Linda..I can only imagine how much stuff you've lost with so many moves. Even though you do wish you had them, would you life really be any better.<br />You don't know how much I appreciate your reading everything I've written....just as I've read everything you've written. Except..I did not finish Winner Take All or The Good News. I feared what I would learn..and you know what a great big scaredy cat I am!<br />Thanks for the kind words about Texas Promise. It's one of my own personal favorites..so much happens in it!<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-76661490037718431212016-03-24T12:45:43.236-07:002016-03-24T12:45:43.236-07:00Sarah--your story about finding those earrings bec...Sarah--your story about finding those earrings because of a dream you had of your mother is quite possible. It's difficult to explain, isn't it? I've not had any specific event like you describe, but see..I hear my mother's voice. I hate to tell anyone this because they'd think I was loony. I'm saying to confirm that those who are deceased very well might give us clues or answers to problems. For you, that was very real. The times I hear my mother plain as anything, is when I'm alone, and it's quiet, and usually involved in something intense. She simply says my name, "Celie Ann"--the way I was addressed my entire life. It always has a question at the end, as though she says, "Celie Ann?" It makes me stop and thing..what am I doing that might be wrong or need changing/<br />Weird.<br />Anyway, I believe your story about the earrings. And I thank you so much for visiting and leaving a comment. I do love to see what YOU have to say.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-74668277502693817622016-03-24T12:21:20.301-07:002016-03-24T12:21:20.301-07:00Great post Celia. And you're right sometimes l...Great post Celia. And you're right sometimes losing something we deem important at the time, may not be as life shattering as we make it. :) In your book: What a shock that would be to have your husband, you thought dead, walk back into your life. Karen Michelle Nutthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04083893569523248900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-89717152782945260782016-03-24T10:37:46.372-07:002016-03-24T10:37:46.372-07:00Wonderful blog, Celia. And I can relate to losing ...Wonderful blog, Celia. And I can relate to losing things. As often as my husband and I have moved, I've lost too many dear things for counting. And I'm also guilty of disposing of things and then wishing years later that I had kept them. Perhaps that is why I am developing into a real pack rat!<br />Texas Promise is one of my favorite books that you have written. In fact, I love all of your Cameron Family books. I feel I know these people and I think there is no greater compliment to give an author than this.Linda Swifthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00749255692298669394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-42544730681164752612016-03-24T09:45:55.741-07:002016-03-24T09:45:55.741-07:00I am so glad you found that pencil, Celia. My pare...I am so glad you found that pencil, Celia. My parents gave me a pen and pencil set engraved with my name when I graduated from high school. When I was in Washington, DC in college, I lost them--well not lost them actually, they were stolen. It just upset me so much. I also lost a pair of glasses I had just bought for $400 while I was voting. I went to the school and checked with the lost and found, but they had never been turned in. I've never paid that much for a pair of glasses since. <br />This one is a bit weird. I lost a pair of earrings my husband had given me when we lived in Texas. They weren't expensive, but they had tremendous sentimental value to me. The last time I wore them was the night my mother died. I had been Christmas shopping with my nephew and my niece who was home from leave from the Army to attend my mother's funeral. A few days later, I had a dream about my mother. She told me in the dream that my earrings were in my coat pocket--the coat I was wearing the night she died. The next morning I got up, went to check the pockets in my coat and there they were. I cried, too for so many reasons. I put the earrings in a keepsake box and never wore them again. I just couldn't bear to lose them ever again.<br />I read Texas Promise and loved it. The Camerons of Texas books are all such moving and great stories. <br />This blog really took me back in time to the things I've lost, and the things I've found. It's like a miracle when you find something special you've lost and thought was gone for good.Sarah J. 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