tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640489454405982637.post1170457557399370744..comments2023-10-20T02:43:42.686-07:00Comments on Fashionably Later: keep off the grassKayleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15347199277007746114noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640489454405982637.post-34415214425885449182013-06-01T13:01:24.845-07:002013-06-01T13:01:24.845-07:00Yes, you were lucky, Kathe -- altho most of our ne...Yes, you were lucky, Kathe -- altho most of our neighbors were nice too, pretty much just the one was a little, well, he's the guy that inspired the poem so you get the picture, lol.<br /><br />Have a wonderful day yourself!Kayleighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15347199277007746114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640489454405982637.post-73499504610363718322013-06-01T11:56:29.939-07:002013-06-01T11:56:29.939-07:00gosh I was lucky! We had great neighbors! Have a l...gosh I was lucky! We had great neighbors! Have a lovely day!Kathe W.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06781645436343424010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640489454405982637.post-21506852428158446602013-06-01T08:00:41.611-07:002013-06-01T08:00:41.611-07:00Bobby...I love that image, so evocative of that ch...Bobby...I love that image, so evocative of that child mentality -- thanks for sharing it :)Kayleighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15347199277007746114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640489454405982637.post-82915715740652743582013-06-01T06:34:29.133-07:002013-06-01T06:34:29.133-07:00Every yard represented something. We lived on the ...Every yard represented something. We lived on the main road coming into the neighborhood. It felt like our porch was a stage and the audience was the endless flow of drivers. Bobbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15472070140608801080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640489454405982637.post-89792616325500086522013-05-31T10:35:56.675-07:002013-05-31T10:35:56.675-07:00Nancy -- thank you, I'm so glad you liked it. ...Nancy -- thank you, I'm so glad you liked it. I'm telling you, every street seemed to have its version of the mean neighbor, lol. Ours was right nextdoor, and he was so surly that he put up a sign that said "NO TURNING" so folks wouldn't turn around in his perfectly smooth driveway -- but we lived on a dead end and no one ever did anyway! Ah the memories of childhood ;PKayleighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15347199277007746114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640489454405982637.post-81698281471826630292013-05-31T08:57:31.855-07:002013-05-31T08:57:31.855-07:00Oh my gosh, this reminded me of an old woman who l...Oh my gosh, this reminded me of an old woman who lived next door to my grandparents' house. When growing up and visiting them, my siblings and I were deathly afraid of her as she yelled at us to keep out of her garden. She would often times have her rake in hand while yelling at us and sometimes raked at the sidewalk. We were, of course, petrified, but also sort of exhilarated if that makes sense. We sometimes dared ourselves to set her off. My goodness, I hadn't thought of that in years. Great poem! Thank you. Nancy's Pointhttp://www.nancyspoint.comnoreply@blogger.com