tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post1275520467994829343..comments2024-02-21T14:12:55.866-06:00Comments on coming home to myself: The 1944 Presidential Election MishapDeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-34566189342203664282012-12-20T14:20:46.323-06:002012-12-20T14:20:46.323-06:00Dear Stephanie, I'm wondering what Peanut will...Dear Stephanie, I'm wondering what Peanut will say back to you???? Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-23053012167542198312012-12-20T14:20:18.265-06:002012-12-20T14:20:18.265-06:00DEar Heidrun, thank you for sharing these parts of...DEar Heidrun, thank you for sharing these parts of your life. I've never realized that we were blessed to have oil burning stoves. You had it hard. We had a stove in the front room to heat the living and dining rooms also. Probably the reason you are so aware of others and their needs is because of your childhood. Somehow good can come out of everything. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-12680691027973749612012-12-20T14:13:13.673-06:002012-12-20T14:13:13.673-06:00"It’s good to think, Dodo,” Daddy said, “but ..."It’s good to think, Dodo,” Daddy said, “but sometimes you stop your thoughts too soon. Think longer thoughts. Okay?” he hugged me and that was that. "<br />Favorite part of this post...and exactly what I need to tell Peanut!Stephanie Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08117481136259148223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-49410111199319790302012-11-24T15:29:42.264-06:002012-11-24T15:29:42.264-06:00Ah yes my dad and your dad had kind thoughts. But ...Ah yes my dad and your dad had kind thoughts. But my mom was hard on me!! I was not yet born when you were washing dishes but I did marvel that you have gas. In the late 40's and even the 50's we had to use coal. I remember those big stoves well. And there was no heat except in the kitchen in the cold times. <br />Politics was not for me. My early days were filled by racists kids calling me names I shall not print but the war and my birth place afterwards played a roll.<br />I was in high school when I began to get a bit of an idea but Dad had dies so I was busy with many other things. It was in the mid 60's that I finally became more alert and cared.Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16174142810114806410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-69285113285529617402012-11-20T15:27:07.806-06:002012-11-20T15:27:07.806-06:00Dear Friko, I was truly blessed because my parents...Dear Friko, I was truly blessed because my parents looked always for the good in me . . . and they seemed to find it. We celebrate Thanksgiving here in the States on Thursday and one of the many people whom I've grateful to have met through blogging is you. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-14837775617016791172012-11-20T14:28:32.871-06:002012-11-20T14:28:32.871-06:00I love your dad. Mine would have shouted at me and...I love your dad. Mine would have shouted at me and called me a stupid girl without bothering to explain where I’d gone wrong.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-64379565529109780022012-11-19T08:42:00.418-06:002012-11-19T08:42:00.418-06:00Thank you for liking the stories I tell. You know ...Thank you for liking the stories I tell. You know I'm Irish and both my brother and I love to tell stories. So if I seem like a "natural," it's that Irish heritage. My dad really did spoil me! Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-55044956852680216862012-11-18T15:57:44.783-06:002012-11-18T15:57:44.783-06:00You are such a natural story teller Dee. I love th...You are such a natural story teller Dee. I love this one. I don't think my dad would have been so forgiving if I'd melted the bowl. BacktoBodrumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07627125508442009313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-79452983578987176712012-11-17T16:40:41.271-06:002012-11-17T16:40:41.271-06:00Dear Linda, yes, a lovely thing and it's staye...Dear Linda, yes, a lovely thing and it's stayed with me all this time. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-31715765368861516992012-11-17T15:34:24.063-06:002012-11-17T15:34:24.063-06:00"Think longer thoughts." What a lovely t..."Think longer thoughts." What a lovely thing to say!Linda Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706455533282204519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-78415832758550854212012-11-17T08:22:17.533-06:002012-11-17T08:22:17.533-06:00Dear Debra, Dad truly took a soft approach with me...Dear Debra, Dad truly took a soft approach with me--always. It was Mom who did the disciplining in the house and every so often she'd use the switch. But that truly was seldom. Mostly, they just pointed out why a certain way of acting didn't fit or wasn't acceptable. My 1944 presidential election memory is still as vivid as the day it happened. I can feel dad's strong hands gripping my shoulders as he said those words! Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-16302412792085363522012-11-16T22:49:55.862-06:002012-11-16T22:49:55.862-06:00That could have been such a disaster, Dee, but you...That could have been such a disaster, Dee, but your father really took such a wise approach to teaching you, rather than punishing. I think that is so rare. I think the explanation that you didn't think "long enough" was a brilliant way to say it! I am going to remember that when speaking to young ones. And it is in some ways appropriate for all of us if we tend to make impulsive decisions, creative or not! :-) I also just love your memory of the 1944 presidential election! You have such vivid recall. oxoDebrahttp://www.breathelighter.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-86962755541960296552012-11-16T21:57:57.400-06:002012-11-16T21:57:57.400-06:00Dear Betsy, you'd win that beat. I'm so ca...Dear Betsy, you'd win that beat. I'm so careful when I have plastic anywhere near the cook top/range. I'm glad you're liking these stories. I enjoy writing them, just as I enjoy reading about your travels and seeing your vibrant photographs. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-64197653819982772772012-11-16T19:41:55.965-06:002012-11-16T19:41:55.965-06:00Cute story, Dee... You just thought you were bein...Cute story, Dee... You just thought you were being a very smart little girl.. Afterall--it would have been easier---and you did cut out a step... Sounded good to me too!!!!<br /><br />Bet you never tried to heat plastic again!!!!! ha ha ....<br /><br />Love your stories...<br />Hugs,<br />BetsyBetsy Banks Adamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16223591156634767330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-56987834233714377972012-11-16T17:22:12.753-06:002012-11-16T17:22:12.753-06:00Dear Pam, I so enjoyed your story! And I can see t...Dear Pam, I so enjoyed your story! And I can see those excited children and the oohing and ahhing and the mortified student teacher! Thank you for sharing this with me and with everyone who reads the comments. What a treasured story this is. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-43316390317050773002012-11-16T15:18:02.127-06:002012-11-16T15:18:02.127-06:00Hi Dee. I am enjoying reading your blog. Your stor...Hi Dee. I am enjoying reading your blog. Your story reminded me of when I was a student teacher. The class teacher had left me with a cooking lesson and a portable stove - also a glass dish in which to pour boiling water in front of the class. While explaining to the class why I had replaced the glass dish with plastic, so there would be no shattering, I inadvertently placed the plastic down, as I faced the children, not knowing it was placed on the heating element. Billowing black smoke everywhere, a foul smell, excited children, and a not happy supervising teacher! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-55781693782373196812012-11-16T08:20:30.916-06:002012-11-16T08:20:30.916-06:00Dear Janie, I loved the ending of your comment! Li...Dear Janie, I loved the ending of your comment! Like you, everything I do is right when just the cats and I are together, but when I vote I go left! Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-64371259420057622432012-11-16T08:19:15.915-06:002012-11-16T08:19:15.915-06:00Dear Kathy, it is a wonderful election day memory ...Dear Kathy, it is a wonderful election day memory and it comes back to me every November. I was truly blessed in my mom and dad. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-90378841910005625352012-11-16T08:18:34.070-06:002012-11-16T08:18:34.070-06:00Dear Rita, Yes, my dad certainly did treat me nice...Dear Rita, Yes, my dad certainly did treat me nicely. Only once did he ever raise his voice to me--when I sassed my mother at about age fourteen. He had me rise from the chair where we were eating supper and then he slapped me. "You never speak to your mother that way," he shouted. I was stunned and never sassed my mom again. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-61767020826208901772012-11-16T08:16:57.996-06:002012-11-16T08:16:57.996-06:00Dear Elisa, It's nice to know these stories do...Dear Elisa, It's nice to know these stories do some good! Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-81536707993381619082012-11-15T22:03:54.985-06:002012-11-15T22:03:54.985-06:00I love your stories, Dee! And I truly enjoyed the ...I love your stories, Dee! And I truly enjoyed the sense of your Dad in this story -- his political views and the patience and insight he showed when your great idea turned out to be not so great after all. What an election day memory!Dr. Kathy McCoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02903015507894951725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-30956017561835316832012-11-15T22:02:00.471-06:002012-11-15T22:02:00.471-06:00I love that!! Think longer thoughts! LOL!
You we...I love that!! Think longer thoughts! LOL!<br />You were lucky your dad didn't react differently. Not all dad's would be as nice as yours. ;)Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-15437359459847520712012-11-15T19:43:02.328-06:002012-11-15T19:43:02.328-06:00Dear Fishducky, thanks for looking this up! I trul...Dear Fishducky, thanks for looking this up! I truly never knew. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-71762413291330521412012-11-15T17:12:26.282-06:002012-11-15T17:12:26.282-06:00From Wikipedia:
Yellow Dog Democrats was a politi...From Wikipedia:<br /><br />Yellow Dog Democrats was a political term applied to voters in the Southern United States who voted solely for Democratic candidates, with the term commencing in the late 19th century. Due to Republican president Abraham Lincoln's leading the Union against the Confederacy, these voters would allegedly "vote for a yellow dog before they would vote for any Republican".[1][2] The term is now more generally applied to refer to any Democrat who will vote a straight Party ticket under any circumstances.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195629195750583833.post-33098244924096726492012-11-15T16:35:30.764-06:002012-11-15T16:35:30.764-06:00I was the youngest of six. My older sisters still ...I was the youngest of six. My older sisters still hate me because they had to take care of me and because I didn't have to do the jobs around the house that they did. Mother had her mind made up that I couldn't do anything "right." It took a while for me to get over that. I wasn't even allowed to put a strand of tinsel on the Christmas tree, and now, here I am, living with the dogs and everything we do is RIGHT, except our politics. Then we go LEFT!<br /><br />Love,<br />JanieJanie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.com