Here is a picture I made of Grandpa Carl for one of my Image Editing classes. 
Martha’s Punctured Dierriere
Was Martha accident prone?
Although I can’t think of where Martha would have been close enough to the street to run in front of a taxi, Carla Jo’s memory of Martha running in front of a taxi brought back a a memory of Martha puncturing her buttocks when she was about four years old.
I think we were getting ready to go to some church play or special event. I vaguely remember, Martha Mae was already dressed in her church clothes when, somehow or other, she fell backwards into a closet or someplace. Somehow or other that little butt fell right on a piece of glass or something sharp. I think Mommy or I or someone packed that wound with a “dressing” – uh.. probably a rag and held to stop the bleeding and I think we pulled those tights or underwear right back over that dressing and took her right on to church. Uhmmm – wonder if she has a scar on her dierriere.
Your Pages
Hi Everyone,
I have changed the pages for the grandchildren so that everyone is listed on the left side of the blog. If you recall, I had all of Robert and Goldie’s grandchildren listed under their own parent’s page. However, that meant you had to click on the parent’s page and then look to the right and click on the grandchild’s page.
So now, you will find all direct children and direct grandchildren of Robert and Goldie listed on the left.
So, please, each one, parent or child, login to the control panel and click on manage and page. Put all the real data, such as birth information, order of child you are, all kinds of info about schools, likes, fun, hobbies, etc. I started a few, but have to go look up a lot of birthdays and all that. It will be more helpful if everyone adds all the data they can.
Uncle Walter
Vickie is correct in her story. I remember the perfect bow hanging from the waist, loose but perfect.
I believed that if I yelled really loud he would hear me I just new he could, but no he could not. We would make signs with motion for him to eat, or close our eyes to tell him we were going to bed. We would walk down that lane with the most beautiful trees on both sides making a tunnel when it was full of leaves. He would find Preying Mantis’s and Walking Sticks. Dad could really communicate with him, sign.
Robbie and Rebecca’s Creation
Bobby and Vickie
Bobby and I were close in age and it seemed like we fought all the time over anything. My first memory was Bobby being at fault in braking the leg of my infamous ballerina doll. He just wanted to upset me and decided to try and take her away from me…I wasn’t having that and thus her broken leg. ( I bandaged her leg and as some of you know, I have her still today and I will get her picture on this site soon.)
Going through the teen years is never easy, but Bobby made fun of my blemishes, my short clothes, and anything else he could think of to make me cry. We would fight and chase each other around the stove and around the house. I can’t believe we didn’t kill one another, but we loved each and figured that out as we got older. One of the funniest things was when he brought Joy home for the first time. Joy was pretty, tall, and had legs that went on forever. Her skirt was so short! Bobby never made fun of my clothes again.
Around 1980, I took a business trip to New York. Bobby was working in NY at the time and we made plans to meet at some O’something club. I had 3 friends who joined me. On the way through Times Sq, we we rerouted because there was a bomb scare. We walked like we had no cares and arrived at the club. Bobby was there w/some of his guys and was so glad to see me. We danced (I’m not a dancer, but Bobby always led you like you felt you looked good on the floor. His comment to me was, “god it’s good to see someone (girl) he wasn’t afraid of touching”.) Aids had just become epidemic and he was really nervous. My co-workers left early and Bobby said he’d get me back to the hotel safely. When the night was over, Bobby and I got in a cab and even though his hotel was on the way to mine, he rode w/me to my hotel to make sure I was safe.
We made plans to take the train to Philadelphia and visit Myrtle and Pat. I had my first experience of being accousted when getting out of a cab and having someone try to grab our bags, just so they could get a tip…that didn’t work, but it was interesting to see Bobby take control. All I could think is that we could be shot!
It was such a welcome visit. Although Myrtle and Pat aren’t drinkers, they always have tons of liquor left over from parties. We got our hands on a “drink recipe book” and started to make as many of the concoctions as possible. We made something that was pink and Myrtle put it to her lips, but that was that. It was a great visit and I definately knew Bobby cared for me. “All brothers and sisters fight…it really doesn’t mean a thing”.