Nature and Feline Friday
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A mix of family stories that are true. The only photos I have are in my mind's eye.
I asked PiZap's for photo help.
DOG TALES
My cousin Marion:
One thing about families they never FORGET.
Evidently during the early years of WWII, my maternal grandparents, named their dog Warbond, I'm guessing after the Warbond stamps.
When my older cousin, Marion, was a toddler (she was born in 1939, she and her family lived next door to my Annie Ma. The story I heard about Marion was particular funny/strange. For some reason, Marion would see Warbond at the door...she would rub his head while asking, "are it raining out there Warbond"! I never really found out why she did this...But Marion was kinda weird.
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My aunt had small dog named Snowball. Evidently nosey DNAs ran in the K9 members of the family too. He was the official door answerer. If he liked whomever was at the door he somehow pushed it open with his nose to let them in.
Once he forgot to move...the end of his happy tail was caught it the screen door.
I'm told he hardly noticed. At least that is the story and they stuck to it.
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Human Tales
My parents were raised on the same street,but several blocks apart. Mama used to walk by Daddy's house on the way to work at Montgomery Wards aka MonkeyWards.
I'm told sometimes Daddy followed her hoping to get up the nerve to speak to her.
Her route was passed his home then thru the Park. Daddy was following stalking her one day watching her long black pony tail sway back and forth, when all of a sudden he witnessed a bird drop poop onto Mama's swinging pony tail. Daddy supposedly said a big thank you to the bird . Then politely approached Mama to tell her she had bird poop in her pony tail. And as they say the rest is history.
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Now one told on me... but I have no recollection.
When I was about 3 years old, they told me they heard a strange nosie coming from the kitchen in wee hours of the morning. It was ME, I was standing in the kitchen eating a stick of butter.????!!!! I do 100% believe this to be very true. I still love butter but I don't eat it as a midnight snack.
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Now I'll share a story from my daugher's childhood.
She started talking (she got her gift for gab from me) almost before she started walking. She was putting together complete sentences before she was 20 months old. One evening after bedtime stories, I thought she was asleep.
All of a sudden I heard this wee voice say, 'Mommy you look like a rabbit, your nose is wigglying'!!! The rest of the story was, I trying not to sneeze, thus my wiggly nose.
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| Rabbit with a wiggly nose. I hope you enjoyed today's stories. Hugs Cecilia |
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