tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445029923921558430.post1141006406729956972..comments2017-11-04T11:17:38.957-07:00Comments on Some Things Matter More Than Others: Carma LeilaPamela Hunter-Bradenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07613593808412527090noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445029923921558430.post-3385720882786483652013-06-18T16:52:32.932-07:002013-06-18T16:52:32.932-07:00Dad preferred golf to household repairs, so Mom wo...Dad preferred golf to household repairs, so Mom would fix the screen door and who knows what else. Once I scavenged some lumber from a nearby building site, and tried to build a clubhouse in the backyard. The roof sagged, and the whole structure was about to come down, she rebuilt it. Who knows, it may still be there.<br /><br />For one St Patricks Day she talked me into dyeing part of my hair green. Boy, was she ahead of her time! Before going to school, I'd asked her if I needed a coat. Well go outside and see for yourself, she responded. And now Sage wonders why I'm so independent.<br /><br />Mom loved Scrabble, Dad was into crosswords. Wonder why there was no crossover.<br />But they both loved pinochle, still my favorite game ever. When she made spaghetti, she kept some of the pasta separate from the sauce, which Larry didn't like (in fact, I think he sill has this thing about tomatoes?). She had a way of making each of us feel special, favored. And when she worked at Ropers, add up all the IQs of the salesmen, and it will wouldn't have reached hers. Too bad the salaries didn't reflect this. But it sure was a whole lot better than the first job she had when we entered college: harvesting potatoes--she sat in a truck, separated dug up potatoes from dirt clods, then when to a dry cleaners, then made it to Ropers.<br /><br />She had our back, that's for sureDavidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07429757183000392147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445029923921558430.post-55055596084860894072013-06-18T11:00:51.759-07:002013-06-18T11:00:51.759-07:00This is so sweet! Don't forget the Christmas ...This is so sweet! Don't forget the Christmas ornaments she sewed! Not that I remember her doing it, but I received a few when she died. I forget that she hated sewing. I know my Dad told me that but I forgot. What amazing sacrifice. Thanks for posting this.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01886505124120128468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445029923921558430.post-1218509781021580292013-05-12T21:04:31.495-07:002013-05-12T21:04:31.495-07:00Ohhhh, I love this. I hadn't heard all of thos...Ohhhh, I love this. I hadn't heard all of those stories/memories, so thank you for writing them down! And I'm quite sure that your grandchildren love you as much as we loved Grandma, so you are definitely succeeding there. The boys are patiently waiting for the next Charlotte's Web reading session!! Janahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07080543667088230070noreply@blogger.com