tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217233.post2946362041760617258..comments2023-12-17T23:44:41.675-08:00Comments on A Case of Myth-Taken Identity: Deccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515274049604839002noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217233.post-66976498231505474252011-01-28T15:03:08.548-08:002011-01-28T15:03:08.548-08:00Awww, that was really, really nice! I'll neve...Awww, that was really, really nice! I'll never forget my mother and her brother jitter-bugged...wow, they had a circle clapping around them. Come to find out, the two had practiced as kids to look good when they had dates. My mom was a kid? Oh, my, hadn't thought of that!Kittie Howardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07756250649095903317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217233.post-43058231527983364172011-01-25T14:51:16.805-08:002011-01-25T14:51:16.805-08:00My parents once went to a Standard Oil marketer...My parents once went to a Standard Oil marketer's group dinner with an Hawaiian theme. They came home wearing paper flower leis around their necks, which couldn't have looked any more out of place. I wanted to say "Hey, you're my FOLKS. No fun allowed!" You kind of forget they're people too when you're ten.The Calico Quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01772374749065425388noreply@blogger.com