tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30938057.post5686138689085406951..comments2023-05-27T03:13:42.304-05:00Comments on Penelope Post Blog: jellyfishUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30938057.post-85371266646840057782008-11-19T20:29:00.000-05:002008-11-19T20:29:00.000-05:00penelope-you are such a fantastic writer. your sto...penelope-you are such a fantastic writer. your story was so vivid and real to me- truly amazing. thanks for sharing it. it reminded me of my own strange childhood in up- up state new york and the games i played with my sister.glimmering prizehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257408519835888555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30938057.post-14660832630242416802008-11-14T07:40:00.000-05:002008-11-14T07:40:00.000-05:00Okay, so maybe some of my memories are a little ha...Okay, so maybe some of my memories are a little hazy. I was only 6 years old!Penelopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09707935736554129944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30938057.post-3083581755186833922008-11-14T01:40:00.000-05:002008-11-14T01:40:00.000-05:00Yeah, the trailer was kinda gross, but Emmy got he...Yeah, the trailer was kinda gross, but Emmy got her own room, and the boys next door had an a four-wheeler. That was fun! By the way, the seance was with bread and salt & pepper water at 99 townsend. And that bike was mine, ho. (I'm glad you didn't die...)Hanushkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15518680472000304428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30938057.post-43241610526643696042008-11-13T20:04:00.000-05:002008-11-13T20:04:00.000-05:00I love it when you remember! Not the old trailer,...I love it when you remember! Not the old trailer, though! I'd like to erase that part! Although, many amazing things happened there, too. A Baltimore Oriole brought his wife to my bedroom window, which was so tiny, you could hardly see out of it. They sat there and sang. Then they built their hanging nest over the garden that filled up with water when it rained...not mud! The ducks would come and swim on the paths between the raised beds. It was at this most awful of 'homes' that I created my most beautiful of smocked children's dresses that I made for a lady down on Cape Elizabeth. I've never been able to grow sweet peas like the ones that grew on our fence there. I remember Concha's Mom coming to visit and we sat outside in the sun, and I wouldn't let her see inside. The previous owners had had a gazillion cats :-(Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03118730800015965717noreply@blogger.com