tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post5695894269816517411..comments2024-02-27T12:41:35.811-08:00Comments on Coming to Terms...: Drag out the MemoriesLisa :-]http://www.blogger.com/profile/02237889098638895390noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-81869062276651875322003-12-25T16:13:00.000-08:002003-12-25T16:13:00.000-08:00Merry Christmas. Your entries are so heartfelt an...Merry Christmas. Your entries are so heartfelt and touching. Thank you for a trip down your memory lane!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-67015164577629634502003-12-25T20:28:00.000-08:002003-12-25T20:28:00.000-08:00Thank you for sharing your wonderful memories. As ...Thank you for sharing your wonderful memories. As long as you have these memories they still live in your heart. <br><br>John G.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-56223981071530660232003-12-28T16:08:00.000-08:002003-12-28T16:08:00.000-08:00I really like your journal. What a surprise.....I'...I really like your journal. What a surprise.....I'm another baby boomer!<br>And, I'm older than you and can remember fasting before communion from midnight. : )Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-80343451660516357822003-12-28T16:57:00.000-08:002003-12-28T16:57:00.000-08:00This made me think of the old home movies. My dad...This made me think of the old home movies. My dad always took out the camera and had those big lights set up to capture us just as we ran in. Hard to believe we were once those little children. I know we'd run in and squeal and tear into that pile of gifts. It was chaos. Nothing like it!<br>KatAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com