tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065699700609490869.post951574539976198584..comments2022-06-19T23:29:48.199-04:00Comments on The Beaten Hamster: A Christmas MemoryChris Howellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02241962299319085080noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065699700609490869.post-58768817236276469292011-12-24T09:42:14.152-05:002011-12-24T09:42:14.152-05:00There is nothing to equal good memories !!
DadThere is nothing to equal good memories !!<br />DadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065699700609490869.post-4640290012115029742011-12-24T06:14:41.672-05:002011-12-24T06:14:41.672-05:00I remember mom coming in to the peptobismal pink r...I remember mom coming in to the peptobismal pink room to sit and tell Susan and I. I remember her telling us he wasn't in pain anymore. <br /> When we went to the hospital once I remember Susan and I weren't allowed to go in. We sat with Dad and picked dandelions.there must have been a million of them in that "field", I couldn't belive someone haddnt planted them. <br /> Thanks for the memories. To all of my family.GordonVwguruhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03156417339280585420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065699700609490869.post-2288611631406757272011-12-24T00:33:48.372-05:002011-12-24T00:33:48.372-05:00Enjoyed your stroll down Christmas Lane. I thought...Enjoyed your stroll down Christmas Lane. I thought that I just hung up my Christmas ball on the tree. Is it a fake? Let's make new ones tomorrow. I've got ornaments. You get glitter!Denisenoreply@blogger.com