Sorry about the only really green I had. You can tell I am not Irish. It would be hard to find anything Irish abut the name Abbott, my maiden name. All we had that was like a true Irishman was my dad’s temper and happy to drink with anyone and it didn’t have to be St.Patrick’s day. Dad never laid a hand on me but I was shy about talking to him. I would imagine being the baby of 9 and not meant to be, he really didn’t have much left to say. Funny part of it was I was painfully shy but I can remember when we had company and I was probably about 4 and my dad was the only one that ever sat in HIS chair, and I guess I decided to sit on dad’s lap. I didn’t look but just slowly backed up and to my horror it was an uncle from Colo. I didn’t really know. I started to take off for the kitchen but he held on to me for a while, and said it made him happy to have me sit on his lap. I escaped as quickly as I could and never left the kitchen where mom and my sisters were. I have probably told that story again. Shirl it was good to hear from you again on my blog. I heard you were supposed to get more bad weather. Yes, I think Spunky thought the tiny black puppy was a ball of fur that moved unexpectedly. Kathy couldn’t get over Spunky’s tail going completely around when he was wagging it. Going to see if this will post.
- Lincoln, Ne., United States
- I am married, had 5 children. 4 boys and 1 girl. Oldest is deceased. 9 grand kids, 10 great grand child and 2 more on the way. .I love hearing from people, and have made some true friends on the blog, (I think) I hope. We have a fat beagle named Spunky 5 years old and spoiled rotten, but we are huge dog lovers. Married 44 years.