tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post7516090142984098154..comments2024-01-06T05:34:00.027-06:00Comments on Blog Meridian: The LanyardJohn B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06358811061653958120noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-62779379079955805682008-03-30T10:14:00.000-05:002008-03-30T10:14:00.000-05:00I find it appalling that one can take a piece of w...I find it appalling that one can take a piece of work and add their own quotation marks...The Motley McCauley'shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191661264735272703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-52681135377510827552007-09-14T19:52:00.000-05:002007-09-14T19:52:00.000-05:00Sweet and you know lanyards and dandelions and wou...Sweet and you know lanyards and dandelions and wounded birds to heal presented by our children are gift enough. Or at least they were for this Mom.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-78515954764752224222007-09-12T08:30:00.000-05:002007-09-12T08:30:00.000-05:00No fair bringing in Mothers. Especially, when I am...No fair bringing in Mothers. Especially, when I am going to wash my 79 year old Mother's car tonight, because her back is acting up.<BR/><BR/>:)<BR/><BR/>Cheers.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-47970092461230575092007-09-12T06:09:00.000-05:002007-09-12T06:09:00.000-05:00No reason to be upset over your being right, Conra...No reason to be upset over your being right, Conrad. But what can I say: this appeals to the plebian in me--as does the applicability of the theme of the inadequate gesture presented as an adequate one to my work environment.<BR/><BR/>While we're on the subject: I do wish Keats had been a <A HREF="http://www.bartleby.com/126/24.html" REL="nofollow">better student of history</A>.John B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06358811061653958120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-59973844352362018702007-09-12T06:00:00.000-05:002007-09-12T06:00:00.000-05:00Sweet. I remember it well. Lanyards, little reed b...Sweet. I remember it well. Lanyards, little reed baskets, little wooden boxes with designs burned into them, a fired clay ashtray for my dad. I was so proud. So were they. Over the last few years as we have sorted out their life belongings, I have re-found many of those items from long ago that I brought from camp, along with a child's letters that I wrote telling them how much fun I was having Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-11226578050769320002007-09-11T20:33:00.000-05:002007-09-11T20:33:00.000-05:00Sorry, didn't mean to be mean.Sorry, didn't mean to be mean.Conrad H. Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01916542057749474124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7640521.post-83639183018686640822007-09-11T15:18:00.000-05:002007-09-11T15:18:00.000-05:00A madeleine is not a 'cookie'. This is not a poem,...A madeleine is not a 'cookie'. This is not a poem, but merely verse.Conrad H. Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01916542057749474124noreply@blogger.com