tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575815160753790724.post5209724998999233675..comments2024-03-28T07:00:13.521-05:00Comments on CHANCES R.....: Memories of MilkingRamona I. Lynamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10442196742914230676noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575815160753790724.post-89847354839723477302017-05-30T17:42:42.128-05:002017-05-30T17:42:42.128-05:00What a nice memory, Preston. Thanks for sharing. I...What a nice memory, Preston. Thanks for sharing. I'm glad we all have our memories of our wonderful Mom/Grandma. Ramona I. Lynamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10442196742914230676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1575815160753790724.post-76779434063829207972017-05-30T16:53:16.563-05:002017-05-30T16:53:16.563-05:00I remember when I was 6 or 7 and we were at Grandm...I remember when I was 6 or 7 and we were at Grandmas. I was sleeping in the East room and one morning I heard the screen door open and close. I did not know what time it was and I peaked out the window. There was Grandma walking down the sidewalk and disappearing into the darkness. Curious, I crept down the stairs and out into the darkness following. I found her in the barn and she was getting the cows in to milk.<br />She saw me..."What are you doing out here?"<br />"Trying to see what you were doing."<br />"You're going to get cold standing there."<br />I had gone out in my underwear.<br />"This is way to early for you-go back to the house and to bed. I'll finish up here and when you hear me in the kitchen, come downstairs and I will make breakfast for you."<br />Damn, I miss her.<br />PAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com