tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post715943377739299455..comments2023-12-13T04:08:28.957-06:00Comments on Halcyon Days: The Worst Valentine(s) Ever: A Child’s Storysandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17355232032181406759noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-54477660690556321932013-02-18T19:47:12.369-06:002013-02-18T19:47:12.369-06:00Thanks for sharing your cute story. It's odd w...Thanks for sharing your cute story. It's odd what spills out of children's mouths sometimes. So glad that you remember it and have shared it. Being a child was sometimes painful wasn't it?sandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17355232032181406759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-2824522027964247772013-02-18T11:29:39.320-06:002013-02-18T11:29:39.320-06:00Sanda, cute story!! You have a vivid memory! Somet...Sanda, cute story!! You have a vivid memory! Sometimes we try not to remember incidents like...when my 1st grade teacher asked if everyone brushed their teeth that morning; I spoke up and said I didn't have time because my brother was using it!! Where did THAT come from! I knew I hadn't brushed even though I certainly had my own brush. I just assumed she was pointing me out, and I had to come up with "a good reason"! That same sweet brother would come from his 3rd grade class to my 1st grade class to hug and pat me when I cried & whimpered from being homesick. Oh, those innocent days of our youth!Areedahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01109698170112913028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-808661397162155522013-02-15T21:20:51.379-06:002013-02-15T21:20:51.379-06:00The embarrassing incidents were so painful at the ...The embarrassing incidents were so painful at the time they happened when we were kids. I suppose they don't call it the "tender age" for nothing!sandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17355232032181406759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-8259171255361377732013-02-15T21:19:05.728-06:002013-02-15T21:19:05.728-06:00What a coincidence! And our thinking along the sam...What a coincidence! And our thinking along the same lines happen often these days, it seems.<br /><br />I'm glad I grew out of being a picky eater. Remember how mother have to used to make a game out of getting me to eat my food. The scene in "A Christmas Story" when the mother was doing the same with Ralphie's little brother reminded me of my childhood at mealtime!.sandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17355232032181406759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-88506879432457742742013-02-15T21:13:12.567-06:002013-02-15T21:13:12.567-06:00A good memory can be a blessing at times, and a cu...A good memory can be a blessing at times, and a curse at others!sandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17355232032181406759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-27096214628169166162013-02-15T21:12:27.341-06:002013-02-15T21:12:27.341-06:00Feelings do get hurt so easily at that young and t...Feelings do get hurt so easily at that young and tender age. I think about the way the other boys treated Louie and it would be called bullying today - a term not known then. So sad.sandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17355232032181406759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-1725669833508792512013-02-15T21:10:50.265-06:002013-02-15T21:10:50.265-06:00I believe there's only one of my classmates wh...I believe there's only one of my classmates who still remembers the incident, and most every time I see her she mentions it. Trivial and insignificant, but when we were young we thought they were tragedies of monumental importance! Happy weekend to you as well!sandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17355232032181406759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-74942763918537186652013-02-15T21:08:50.931-06:002013-02-15T21:08:50.931-06:00I agree with what you say, Rosemary. They grow up ...I agree with what you say, Rosemary. They grow up with all that confidence -- often too much, IMO.<br /><br />I am not sure of his cause of death. I will have to ask around and find out if anyone knows.sandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17355232032181406759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-29042774187122402782013-02-15T21:06:59.874-06:002013-02-15T21:06:59.874-06:00Can't help but recall this incident each year ...Can't help but recall this incident each year when Valentine's Day rolls around. We could embarrass ourselves so easily back then and it felt mortifying. Guess that's why we remember them after all these years.sandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17355232032181406759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-60229467480794664022013-02-15T18:33:07.540-06:002013-02-15T18:33:07.540-06:00You know, I was thinking of this story just a few ...You know, I was thinking of this story just a few days ago! I remember you being teased about the "Louie Honey" thing but had forgotten about the valentines all being frm him!!! You were a picky eater and your scheme to trade for what you did like was clever. Sweet story,Edith Kenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10064143456339054752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-42733961077185398232013-02-15T13:15:57.904-06:002013-02-15T13:15:57.904-06:00childhood is, i think better in nostalgic remembra...childhood is, i think better in nostalgic remembrance than in the actual experience. i love your illustrations :)Divers and Sundryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01759655568104782267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-42276813223396827482013-02-15T12:19:44.160-06:002013-02-15T12:19:44.160-06:00Thank you Sanda for sharing this true story with u...Thank you Sanda for sharing this true story with us.<br />You really remember surprisingly well the past events! mettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13732534795009852825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-18666464574535578742013-02-15T07:44:00.629-06:002013-02-15T07:44:00.629-06:00Great, if hurtful story. I don't like canned ...Great, if hurtful story. I don't like canned peaches even without the embarrassing memory. In grade school we only gave Valentines to those we chose, the "everybody" rule wasn't in place. Can you imagine the hurt feelings? I was lucky and got my share but it was a big deal about who exactly gave you one. Cruel! I am happy that was all changed.<br /><br />DarlaDarlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02729017606957829830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-79078478906797427032013-02-15T04:54:24.039-06:002013-02-15T04:54:24.039-06:00Oh Sanda, that's so awful. It's one of tho...Oh Sanda, that's so awful. It's one of those incidents that the other classmates have long forgotten, but you still remeber it vividly. I think we all have these kinds of stories where we were so embarassed by something even if it's just trivial or insignificant in the eyes of other people and I totally understand why you dislike the peaches in syrup.<br />Wishing you a happy weekend!coffeeaddicthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08719243899202995984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-62012652127617244442013-02-15T02:26:41.100-06:002013-02-15T02:26:41.100-06:00I have the feeling that young children today do no...I have the feeling that young children today do not suffer these embarrassments like we did, they are much more together and knowledgeable. It is a sweet story, but sad that Louie had such a short life.Rosemaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03814070177137076757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258431463372570480.post-78009273128273591902013-02-15T00:22:14.949-06:002013-02-15T00:22:14.949-06:00Dear Sanda, thank you for sharing your sweet and u...Dear Sanda, thank you for sharing your sweet and unforgetabble little valentine story, which you tell so well. Childhood is really a bittersweet time; I remember blurting out the answer very loudly in class once, thinking all the others would join in. Alas, I was the only one. Dreadful blushing followed. <br />Love your cute nostalgic illustrations.Patriciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11685403215601517267noreply@blogger.com