tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post3532478239930774620..comments2023-03-18T03:41:29.822-07:00Comments on Once Upon A Word: A short story just for you.....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16703677258513182786noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-64802886109792421892016-03-24T13:33:51.106-07:002016-03-24T13:33:51.106-07:00I consider that high praise. Thank you from the bo...I consider that high praise. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Linda. I will just keep doing that. My father took ill in my middle and high school years. Mom would stay home to care for him while I went with others. I'm thinking there is a story in there for that too. <br />NanNan O'Berryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680840241754594403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-20569741909236723652016-03-24T13:31:44.540-07:002016-03-24T13:31:44.540-07:00I am so glad to hear that, Celia. It sounds so per...I am so glad to hear that, Celia. It sounds so perfect. A church near the water. I wonder, do or did they baptize the folks in the river?<br />NanNan O'Berryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680840241754594403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-76940171064183996172016-03-24T13:30:14.497-07:002016-03-24T13:30:14.497-07:00LOL I know... I know. Miss Muriel and Reverend Fri...LOL I know... I know. Miss Muriel and Reverend Frinlay keep pushing at me. I understand that there is a hair shop in town now, called the Fancy Lady. I can only wonder what goes on there. Oh, yes. I remember those white patent leather shoes and ruffled socks. Mine always got sucked down into those shoes. You had to have a permanent too so your hair looked just right. The 'exlixer' of curl would sting your eyes and make you cry. But you had to sit there or face the wrath of a smack with the hair brush. Sigh, kids have it so easy today. :o)<br />NanNan O'Berryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680840241754594403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-38338737086968452922016-03-24T13:26:47.587-07:002016-03-24T13:26:47.587-07:00Yes, but remember traditions are what you make the...Yes, but remember traditions are what you make them. Even if for you own enjoyment. Decorate a tree with plastic eggs and giggle as you watch people walk by or drive past. I bet they are smiling. Have a wonder Spring break. <br />NanNan O'Berryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680840241754594403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-53377090657546002142016-03-24T13:25:30.451-07:002016-03-24T13:25:30.451-07:00Happy Easter, Sarah. You too. Have a fantastic Bun...Happy Easter, Sarah. You too. Have a fantastic Bunny day.<br />NanNan O'Berryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680840241754594403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-18901968458321505372016-03-24T13:24:55.693-07:002016-03-24T13:24:55.693-07:00Happy Easter, Denise. Thanks for stopping by.Happy Easter, Denise. Thanks for stopping by.Nan O'Berryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680840241754594403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-48138724150346623412016-03-24T10:52:15.854-07:002016-03-24T10:52:15.854-07:00Nan, I'm late getting here but I wouldn't ...Nan, I'm late getting here but I wouldn't have missed your story of Rebel Crossroads. It certainly takes me back to attending a country church with my grandparents when I was a little girl.(My mother was ill much of my childhood and she and my daddy didn't often attend church because of it.) Looking back, it was such an innocent time in a kinder, gentler world. And your stories and Miss Muriel capture that so well.Please keep writing about this typical small Southern town and its people. It warms my heart.Linda Swifthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00749255692298669394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-62167701751136932922016-03-23T05:43:02.457-07:002016-03-23T05:43:02.457-07:00What a sweet nostalgic story. We attend 160 year o...What a sweet nostalgic story. We attend 160 year old Presbyterian Church that is small but beautiful red brick and wonderful stained glass. It began on the banks of the San Marcos River in a tiny log cabin that is now partially preserved. Our congregation is rather casual now, not formal as it once was, and while little girls may have on new dresses, practically no one dresses any differently than any other Sunday. Our church is crowded and noisy, full of life--which disturbs some of the older crowd, but then some of the most elderly love it! We had a wonderful Palm Sunday, and will have a bigger more involved beautiful Easter Service. Thanks, Nan...I'm reading your blog before daylight!This starts my day off right. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16272417114895975742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-27687982964256582352016-03-23T04:38:03.372-07:002016-03-23T04:38:03.372-07:00You, too, Nan! And yes on the bopping. LOL! I r...You, too, Nan! And yes on the bopping. LOL! I remember that part. LOL!Markee Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14382819643026083761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-41551785032210768752016-03-22T23:10:56.213-07:002016-03-22T23:10:56.213-07:00Sure loved visiting Rebel's Crossroads, and of...Sure loved visiting Rebel's Crossroads, and of course Miss Muriel, too. I've enjoyed all your stories and look forward to many more. (hint, hint). My dad would make the palms into crosses for me and my brothers and sisters. When I was young, we would all dress up in our new Easter outfits when we went to church. Us girls had bonnets, shiny white shoes, gloves and a purse to go with our new Easter dress. Lovely memories. Karen Michelle Nutthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04083893569523248900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-81043280574171344732016-03-22T16:24:42.610-07:002016-03-22T16:24:42.610-07:00What a wonderful story for the beginning of Spring...What a wonderful story for the beginning of Spring and to prepare us for Easter! I enjoyed it very much! Kind of makes me long for small towns and wonderful years-old traditions! Happy Easter, Nan!Vicki Crumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14206290002803849355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-24106152401841447882016-03-22T15:05:58.673-07:002016-03-22T15:05:58.673-07:00I enjoyed your lovely story. All the best to you a...I enjoyed your lovely story. All the best to you and a very happy Easter, Nan.Sarah J. McNealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17749991094677728042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-67828761941465420592016-03-22T14:42:20.699-07:002016-03-22T14:42:20.699-07:00Happy Easter!
deniseHappy Easter!<br /><br />denisedstoutholcombhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09715837468307132294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-22451976201975685952016-03-22T12:58:38.775-07:002016-03-22T12:58:38.775-07:00Oh, Miss Muriel is always up to something. I remem...Oh, Miss Muriel is always up to something. I remember cutting out those leaves. Of course some of the boys would use them to bop others on the head. It was always so magical when we were young its a shame we can't go back to that time period. Have a great Easter MarkeeNan O'Berryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680840241754594403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-58787466965501580682016-03-22T12:57:03.694-07:002016-03-22T12:57:03.694-07:00Yes, a few. Growing up in a very small church ever...Yes, a few. Growing up in a very small church everyone knew everyone. I can remember all the colors of the ladies of the church and those pill box hats. Thanks for stopping by, Gerald. Have a great Easter.Nan O'Berryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680840241754594403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-90904082824832993942016-03-22T06:13:25.249-07:002016-03-22T06:13:25.249-07:00Great story! I can only imagine what Miss Muriel ...Great story! I can only imagine what Miss Muriel is up to. :)<br /><br />I agree, Gerald. I remember lots of stories just like that. And for Palm Sunday, we'd always have those palm fronds to carry into the church. :)Markee Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14382819643026083761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3135368746376329105.post-31209095572842493112016-03-22T05:46:20.405-07:002016-03-22T05:46:20.405-07:00A Happy Easter to you too, Nan. Did you draw upon ...A Happy Easter to you too, Nan. Did you draw upon your own memories of Easter services in the chapter above? My cherished memory is from all us kids being marched onto the altar after Sunday School and singing for the church (songs like "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands") and then we'd be handed bags of candy by the Preacher as we left the church. Gerald Costlowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629993135051504254noreply@blogger.com