tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post113958317236138408..comments2024-02-12T09:07:37.691-06:00Comments on I am doing the best I can: A Time before SunblockDawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12920042208198309201noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139719973739999172006-02-11T22:52:00.000-06:002006-02-11T22:52:00.000-06:00Lightning bugs. And military bases. Powerful mem...Lightning bugs. And military bases. Powerful memories here. Beautiful description, Dawn.Julie Marshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05386446012443269817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139676855632060412006-02-11T10:54:00.000-06:002006-02-11T10:54:00.000-06:00You're right: there was an art to catching tadpole...You're right: there was an art to catching tadpoles, and fireflies. I had a mayonnaise jar for the former (of course), and a little wire mesh bug house for the latter. Once, I broke off a twig of milkweed with a pale green monarch chrysalis attached, and kept it in the bug house to watch the gold band spread around the cocoon as it matured.<BR/><BR/>I know I would have biked around with your gang if we knew each other when we were young (I had a purple bike with a daisy-covered banana seat.) <BR/><BR/>Do you know Dar William's song "When I was a boy"? She captures the melancholy of remembering the days when we were the masters of Nature's mysteries...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139613498372386422006-02-10T17:18:00.000-06:002006-02-10T17:18:00.000-06:00Try literarymama.com or mamazine.comReally good st...Try literarymama.com or mamazine.com<BR/><BR/>Really good stuff chica!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139611801251390772006-02-10T16:50:00.000-06:002006-02-10T16:50:00.000-06:00That made my day! Thanks.That made my day! Thanks.Mama Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13581319298585887199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139611655436467692006-02-10T16:47:00.001-06:002006-02-10T16:47:00.001-06:00and feet. That is what I meant. Spell check, dam...and feet. That is what I meant. Spell check, damnit.halloweenloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05226515861332754382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139611630057527762006-02-10T16:47:00.000-06:002006-02-10T16:47:00.000-06:00I think I felt the tadpoles on my hands a feet. W...I think I felt the tadpoles on my hands a feet. WE NEED TO GET THIS WOMAN A PUBLISHER!!!halloweenloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05226515861332754382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139610656993181652006-02-10T16:30:00.000-06:002006-02-10T16:30:00.000-06:00Powerful imagery, Dawn. This was really well writt...Powerful imagery, Dawn. This was really well written. I could hear the Big Wheels crackling down the sidewalks. ;)mamatuliphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02692442843330582571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139607349266115892006-02-10T15:35:00.000-06:002006-02-10T15:35:00.000-06:00Really well written. I remember long summer days o...Really well written. I remember long summer days of moving from one friend's house to another without stopping to check in at home first. And nights of "Kick the Can" that went on until it was too dark to see.<BR/><BR/>It upset me to read that you remember your friends' mothers with black eyes and hearing the fighting through the walls. I know it's not unusual in military families but it's still sad to know that you were exposed to it.Table4Fivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11005614880781276243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139604745595471212006-02-10T14:52:00.000-06:002006-02-10T14:52:00.000-06:00AAH! Great writing. I was right there catching t...AAH! Great writing. I was right there catching tadpoles and smelling dirt with you. I love the smell of dirt in the spring. <BR/><BR/>Lovely.Meghanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02994271521182983035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139589340665146582006-02-10T10:35:00.000-06:002006-02-10T10:35:00.000-06:00That was a beautiful story. You should publish it ...That was a beautiful story. You should publish it somewhere (other than your blog, I mean).<BR/><BR/>I, too, remember running wild in the woods with my friends as a child, and walking through my neighbors' unlocked back doors without a care . . . *sigh* How times have changed.Jaelithehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12081888212421953409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139587445919730282006-02-10T10:04:00.000-06:002006-02-10T10:04:00.000-06:00This was great. You're a terrific writer, you know...This was great. You're a terrific writer, you know.Fraulein Nhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16973894650450550769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15513876.post-1139584620083800382006-02-10T09:17:00.000-06:002006-02-10T09:17:00.000-06:00Ah, the more innocent days of our youth. I wish I...Ah, the more innocent days of our youth. I wish I knew that my kids could play the way we did -- outside all day or back-and-forth with neighbors without care or concern.<BR/><BR/>You told this story so eloquently. I can almost feel the slippery mud and tadpoles between my fingers...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com