tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post1936417157727492027..comments2024-03-28T15:46:42.341-04:00Comments on Granny Sue's News and Reviews: 1958Granny Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-6540683215954276372011-02-01T17:11:16.326-05:002011-02-01T17:11:16.326-05:00Granny Sue -- I felt like I was the girl in your p...Granny Sue -- I felt like I was the girl in your poem. I had a special attachment for my bike and rode it incessantly over my small town's roads with my blond hair all wind- blown. Thanks for the poem -- barbaraFolkways Note Bookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07168881905408345126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-49573506567824431792011-01-30T12:27:06.440-05:002011-01-30T12:27:06.440-05:00took me right back to 1965. :)took me right back to 1965. :)Nanjemoy Nanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09722713534088546397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-75847437091057646702011-01-29T21:14:15.816-05:002011-01-29T21:14:15.816-05:00Makes me yearn for those happy carefree days of ch...Makes me yearn for those happy carefree days of childhood. When a child could ride their bikes any where and it was safe. Never had a brand new bike it was a passed down from older cousins but I had wheels and a grand imagination!Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14880046224880273404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-4745451729033932102011-01-29T20:59:55.652-05:002011-01-29T20:59:55.652-05:00Thank you, Janet. My baggie of words can be a real...Thank you, Janet. My baggie of words can be a real inspiration sometimes.Granny Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-88507040774946348222011-01-29T18:49:55.064-05:002011-01-29T18:49:55.064-05:00That is so neat, Susanna, that you used those word...That is so neat, Susanna, that you used those words and came up with the poem. I love the poem.Janet,https://www.blogger.com/profile/17796999156668844943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-82927018310213325592011-01-29T07:14:37.905-05:002011-01-29T07:14:37.905-05:00Rowan, surprisingly I was raised in a small town--...Rowan, surprisingly I was raised in a small town--but the country was just at the end of our street. Everyone in the neighborhood had fruit trees and gardens and many people had chickens too. Almost all of our neighbors were elderly and were so good to us. It was a very good place to grow up. Unfortunately that little town exploded with growth in the 1960's and continues to grow today so that it's not easy to find the places of my childhood today. That growth is what sent me looking for a place in the mountains, and a simpler way of life. I left there in 1974 and have never regretted it.Granny Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01129064020727041161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-41711191684439211652011-01-29T05:17:03.961-05:002011-01-29T05:17:03.961-05:00Wow...that just brought to mind a ridiculous blue ...Wow...that just brought to mind a ridiculous blue pedal car that I had. All rusty and dented. And how the faster you pedaled the slower you went! <br /><br />Thanks fo rthat!<br /><br />:)Mimi Foxmortonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13572725659728049534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-278000082872955572011-01-29T02:56:10.195-05:002011-01-29T02:56:10.195-05:00I love this, it conjures up images of a wonderful ...I love this, it conjures up images of a wonderful country childhood.Rowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13679130612798888266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-6038076286426724172011-01-29T00:50:40.398-05:002011-01-29T00:50:40.398-05:00hey Sue, I was right there with you, riding that b...hey Sue, I was right there with you, riding that bike on a hot August day. August is my favorite time of year! Especially, while pedaling fast down a hill with my face thrust forward and my pigtails trailing in the wake!Nancenoreply@blogger.com