tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post114064078812915410..comments2024-03-21T03:35:20.539-04:00Comments on writing as jo(e): Where I am fromjo(e)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140735197606648902006-02-23T17:53:00.000-05:002006-02-23T17:53:00.000-05:00Beautiful.Beautiful.halloweenloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05226515861332754382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140693943051884902006-02-23T06:25:00.000-05:002006-02-23T06:25:00.000-05:00Great first photo from your Dad! Amazing the memo...Great first photo from your Dad! Amazing the memories that can come from a photo, even when you can't see everything that is there. You should try to take a photo from the same spot in the summer.BeachMamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17936777379292996065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140668816648543992006-02-22T23:26:00.000-05:002006-02-22T23:26:00.000-05:00wonderful photo and great memories!wonderful photo and great memories!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140666693038330722006-02-22T22:51:00.000-05:002006-02-22T22:51:00.000-05:00Well, !f that's not post card perfect ! don't know...Well, !f that's not post card perfect ! don't know what !s/Lesleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04949872709953861128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140664957817184562006-02-22T22:22:00.000-05:002006-02-22T22:22:00.000-05:00Teri: Oh, I am remembering those now. Last June ...Teri: Oh, I am remembering those now. Last June or so .... you did one, didn't you? And PPB?<BR/><BR/>I thought when I typed my title it had a familiar sound to it ....jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140664771395337282006-02-22T22:19:00.000-05:002006-02-22T22:19:00.000-05:00There will no doubt be a fight over who will be th...There will no doubt be a fight over who will be the first to purchase your children's book. <BR/><BR/>When you write about your roots, I feel the urge to stay where I am living now. (It helps that I am living in a similar place.) If I stay here after my job runs out, I plan to blame you.Rob Helpy-Chalkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13814390262154687969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140664590086779932006-02-22T22:16:00.000-05:002006-02-22T22:16:00.000-05:00jo(e), are you familiar with the, well, I guess it...jo(e), are you familiar with the, well, I guess it's <A HREF="http://www.fragmentsfromfloyd.com/archives/2005_02.html#003144" REL="nofollow">sort of a meme</A> based on the poem Where I'm From by George Ella Lyons?<BR/><BR/>Here's a <A HREF="http://www.fragmentsfromfloyd.com/archives/2005_02.html#003188" REL="nofollow">collection of bloggers' poems </A> based on the original.<BR/><BR/>And, oh! I am envious of your snow. Ours has melted again. (Damn global warming)Coffee-Drinking Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11029304444311098520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140659492484500832006-02-22T20:51:00.000-05:002006-02-22T20:51:00.000-05:00I think its wonderful how grounded you are in Snow...I think its wonderful how grounded you are in Snowstorm City, its an amazing first photo, and I promise to be a customer when you publish your children's book.ScienceWomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17144262447487095454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140659065686839322006-02-22T20:44:00.000-05:002006-02-22T20:44:00.000-05:00WRITE BOOK! WRITE BOOK!(down Animal! Down!)WRITE BOOK! WRITE BOOK!<BR/><BR/>(down Animal! Down!)Liz Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09469435277058701080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140658648685557202006-02-22T20:37:00.000-05:002006-02-22T20:37:00.000-05:00Thanks for sharing. As another roving one, I marve...Thanks for sharing. As another roving one, I marvel at people who spend their entire lives able to answer the question, "where are you from?" in a concise and connected way. I also love the snow!Musey_Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16740682026593085575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140657832294573802006-02-22T20:23:00.000-05:002006-02-22T20:23:00.000-05:00Silly to you, maybe, but the rest of us don't know...Silly to you, maybe, but the rest of us don't know what your backyard looked like! I like pictures taken while it's actually still snowing.Ianquihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03268223727887685830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140656605731345942006-02-22T20:03:00.001-05:002006-02-22T20:03:00.001-05:00I wouldn't move far from such a beautiful place ei...I wouldn't move far from such a beautiful place either. That was your father's first test photo? Very very beautiful.nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16948391996749790307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140656583249595842006-02-22T20:03:00.000-05:002006-02-22T20:03:00.000-05:00Boy, did that bring back a lot of memories for me....Boy, did that bring back a lot of memories for me. I didn't have a barn, but we had a large playhouse in the back yard and a clothesline that was always full of wet clothes that kept you from making it to the big tree before being called "out." <BR/><BR/>Thanks for stirring up the pot of my childhood, Jo(e). It still tastes sweet to remember...HeyJuleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11440239922316626725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140653093750745262006-02-22T19:04:00.000-05:002006-02-22T19:04:00.000-05:00*chanting*Do it! Do it!*chanting*<BR/><BR/>Do it! Do it!Ranahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11041247235612040796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140652226101509112006-02-22T18:50:00.000-05:002006-02-22T18:50:00.000-05:00Hey, PPB, that's funny that you say that, because ...Hey, PPB, that's funny that you say that, because it is one of my goals -- to write a children's book sort of loosely based on my own life.jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140651984534700522006-02-22T18:46:00.000-05:002006-02-22T18:46:00.000-05:00I think your life would make a great children's bo...I think your life would make a great children's book. Like a Little House book, only with swearing and without racism and with electricity and boys and dancing. Okay, maybe not like a Little House book, but still a good one....I'm so rambly today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140650837807329702006-02-22T18:27:00.000-05:002006-02-22T18:27:00.000-05:00Articulate Dad: Well, my father built their house...Articulate Dad: Well, my father built their house in 1958, so my parents have lived in the same house for 48 years.<BR/><BR/>And I live six miles away so I have not gone far ....<BR/><BR/>Rana: I like the idea of a garden in containers, being moved from place to place.jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140650400785376382006-02-22T18:20:00.000-05:002006-02-22T18:20:00.000-05:00Wow, what an inviting picture and reminiscence.Wow, what an inviting picture and reminiscence.Bardiachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11846065504793800266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140650127467874382006-02-22T18:15:00.000-05:002006-02-22T18:15:00.000-05:00Either your father has an eye for photography or e...Either your father has an eye for photography or everything is beautiful where you live<BR/><BR/>...or both.Bittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13328808801958155196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140648367644428472006-02-22T17:46:00.000-05:002006-02-22T17:46:00.000-05:00I'm also from a roving family; the longest we stay...I'm also from a roving family; the longest we stayed in one place was 12 years. I am so pleased to be staying in one place for two years, because it means I can do things like garden, and be around to collect the harvest. But then it starts up again.<BR/><BR/>In the metaphor about learning to put down roots, or not, I think my garden would be one in containers, one I can carry with me, like a snail, when I leave. It's not as good as settling in for the duration, but it's better than no garden at all, and requires attention and care even so.<BR/><BR/>:)Ranahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11041247235612040796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-1140648004573222882006-02-22T17:40:00.000-05:002006-02-22T17:40:00.000-05:00Thanks for sharing the photo and the reminiscence....Thanks for sharing the photo and the reminiscence. I can't imagine what it would be like to live 23 years in the same place. I've never topped 4 years, except once (when I was 4-11).<BR/><BR/>I look up at nights, to see the moon, recalling that wherever I am, the moon is still above me. When I have been able, I plant a garden, as if to say, I can set down roots, even if they don't remain, or I'm not there to see their fruits. Okay, you've inspired me to post <A HREF="http://phdblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/dearth-and-hope.html" REL="nofollow">another one of my poems</A> on my blog.ArticulateDadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08407769773596623808noreply@blogger.com