So this morning we drove down to my brother's to see his new baby get a blessing. It's the brother on Ockey Family Adventures on my sidebar just in case you want to know more about him and his cute family. The first things they said, even before a proper greeting, is "Why happened to your blog? Why aren't you posting every day?"
|Baby Doll has a great sense of style!|
The problem with that is that he is my youngest brother. He was almost 10 when I got married so many of my growing up memories are not the same as his. His first suggestion was that I tell you about when we all put water on our corn flakes because we were out of milk and Mom wouldn't buy any. Unfortunately (maybe fortunately!) I don't remember that at all. During my growing up years we had cows and there was always tons of milk. Mom had a little pasteurizer and she always had it running. She sold milk and cream to friends and neighbors to bring in a little extra. Sorry, Randy, I have never in my entire life eaten corn flakes with water...now Groovy, that's something else.
|Just a fun pic because every post needs a picture!|
But he's right, it's been a long time since I wrote about my childhood, so I am going to pledge, here and now, to write at least one story from my past at least once a week for the rest of the year. Hopefully that will appease the masses and my siblings will stop calling me a slacker...
And Randy? How about the same challenge for you?