We all have heroes in our lives, some good some not so good. I was lucky growing up, our extended family gave me all sorts of opportunities to put me in awe of my uncles and cousins. All of my uncles became part of my life after the old age of five. The war had used them during the first few years of my life. Dad was part of a seven sibling family, himself four brothers and two sisters. Dad was the second of the seven. Lou was the oldest of the brothers and I really never got to know him until later in life, but that's part of another turning point in my life.
Thoughts like marbles can be lost or misplaced. I'd like to share what's left of mine before that too becomes the case.
About Me
- aRBee
- United States
- Why Marbles My 1st blog attempt Was an answer to a promise I made to my eldest son when I handed him a jar full of marbles. The marbles were from a collection saved by my mother over the years of my childhood, and I must admit that if left to me I would have already lost all of my marbles. My son asked if I could jot down some of the ways these marbles were used I told him I would write down as much as I could remember and send it to him later. I am the supreme procrastinator of all time which resulted in him sending me a reminder at which time he promised not to lose my marbles and I reassured him that I would get busy and tell him and his children how the beautiful round bits of glass and minerals were used for amusement and competition. My Response2 blog arose out of frustration with the attitudes and lack of respect for our country, our traditional ethics, and educational system. Rons Lyrics and Poetry started just because my scribbles needed a place to rest.
Monday, January 17, 2011
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