tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2381922366997546161.post3935276721594922713..comments2024-02-17T10:01:32.398-08:00Comments on Ramblings: The LakeScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354263970813874412noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2381922366997546161.post-51215103677642541322011-03-14T07:03:03.602-07:002011-03-14T07:03:03.602-07:00Janis, that was the beauty of my situation. My pa...Janis, that was the beauty of my situation. My parents let me learn on my own by exploring. I knew every rock and flower and tree that grew in that woods. We would lift logs to find salamanders, bring back coccoons or a chrysalis to see what would hatch (my sister cried for a whole day when her monarch butterfly died after hatching,) and gather frog eggs and watch them hatch and change into frogs. I had my Euel Gibbons book and made my parents try deep fried day lilly blooms or sliced cattail stalks. It's a wonder I survived. It was the best time of my life.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08354263970813874412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2381922366997546161.post-55043654770142391842011-03-14T06:52:10.825-07:002011-03-14T06:52:10.825-07:00Oh Scott~ Bravo! Once again you have taken us alon...Oh Scott~ Bravo! Once again you have taken us along on a wonderful trip through your memories. I felt as though I was there too.<br />What a wonderful thing your family did, taking you all on these weekend trips. I would have loved that! <br />We had a few camping trips...but they were not so wonderful. We took them with family friends, and the son & I would escape our dysfunctional campsite and explore the beautiful woods and the extraordinary fascinating nature. I did have a great time on Texas camping trips to Lake Medina. That was completely different! I was often the only kid, and was showered with Adults wanting to teach me everything there was to learn about nature & the wonderful lake magic.janishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424946398926069813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2381922366997546161.post-10813782362515289332011-03-14T02:55:38.476-07:002011-03-14T02:55:38.476-07:00What a lovely walk down memory lane this was. I en...What a lovely walk down memory lane this was. I envy you the familyness of it all. I am an only child, raised mainly by my mother as you know from my post about her as my father was away working most of the time, only home a few days each month. She only had one brother in this country, so two cousins there but they lived hundreds of miles away and were rarely seen. On Dad's side a snooty sister and her two sons, a bit like Frasier and Niles Crane as children, so we didn't get on at all, and again, were seen even less often than the other lot. I didn't have more than one close friend, have never surrounded myself with 'friends', so was an only child, and probably seen as lonely, but wasn't. Then, as now, happy in my own company. But there have been times when I have wished it were different, when I wanted, longed for a big brother. Or even younger brother, any would have done!<br />Thanks for sharing yours....MaggieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com