tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post7040958883898413706..comments2024-03-28T00:31:57.850-06:00Comments on Twelve Makes a Dozen: More DitchesBossyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06075110454901078505noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-90302944281823810972011-05-28T23:55:23.539-06:002011-05-28T23:55:23.539-06:00Hey hey, I always feel a connection to people with...Hey hey, I always feel a connection to people with gargantuan families. There is something rather unique about it that only members of a large family understand. Just so you know, if I had a name not a number, mine would definitely be "Bossy" instead of #1! Ha ha ha. And GIRL, I owe you something sweet for thinking I was anywhere near 26! You are da bomb diggity! :) (I am 37 but that bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15269402131553521622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-38707047518675583342011-05-28T21:54:03.458-06:002011-05-28T21:54:03.458-06:00My grandparents in Idaho had a big ditch in there ...My grandparents in Idaho had a big ditch in there front yard. My mother gave me an early fear of the ditch, tell me when kids fell in the water current would suck them under. I, thankfully, stayed far away from that ditch. I'm glad I don't have one in my front yard.Grumpy Grateful Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18280877945184331361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-69955862096397084392011-05-28T17:18:20.011-06:002011-05-28T17:18:20.011-06:00I was at grandma's house with Uncle B and we k...I was at grandma's house with Uncle B and we knew he would die soon. I decided to ask him how Grandpa died. Grandma sat stunned with tears in her eyes as Uncle B told the story that she had never dared to ask. I asked grandma later why no one had ever asked the details on this death (even the authorities didn't take a statement from him, leading to the conflicting newspaper reports), and Natalie Ockeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14069342978899422125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6749315246298231103.post-62513657993990945362011-05-28T12:18:47.464-06:002011-05-28T12:18:47.464-06:00I was playing at the park one day with my mom and ...I was playing at the park one day with my mom and another little girl that was always there, the park had a bridge that you could walk under along the water. We were walking probably more like dancing around there and the other girl fell into the water. I remember standing there and watching her try to not go under. Luckily our mothers were not far away and they both ran down and pulled her rhonda https://www.blogger.com/profile/16825186760881892669noreply@blogger.com