tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post4186775614411446422..comments2024-02-16T01:14:30.434-08:00Comments on Country Side Poet: Down An Old Dirt RoadSusie Swansonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06052734156809316397noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-39112241836722959712016-07-27T07:20:44.247-07:002016-07-27T07:20:44.247-07:00Susie, Your poems and stories take me back in time...Susie, Your poems and stories take me back in time. So much of your experiences match my mother's or my own. We sure had some tough feet growing up. Now I can barely stand to be without shoes. :) Blessings to you sweet friend, hope you are doing well and holding up in this heat. Love you, xoxo, SusieSusiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06425051654313691986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-82874061562547693862016-07-26T23:44:47.983-07:002016-07-26T23:44:47.983-07:00I love the romanticism and peace of a country road...I love the romanticism and peace of a country road :) they make me feel at home. SO beautifully written. <br /><br /><br />I wish you a wonderful Wednesday :)Optimistic Existentialisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11507986337866049924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-91657292871917058372016-07-25T16:49:57.328-07:002016-07-25T16:49:57.328-07:00I Love love love reading your blog posts.... Even ...I Love love love reading your blog posts.... Even though our lives were different, there are so many similarities ---and you always say something which brings back memories to me.... I remember my Daddy getting up early to go to the basement and stoke the furnace... (We didn't have a stoker like some people did.) BUT--that furnace kept us warm. I'd stay in bed until my bedroom warmed up a bit..... I also remember as a teen sleeping a tiny bit later on Saturday mornings ---and waking up to the fresh of mown grass (after Daddy had mowed)....We could all go on and on with great memories.... Life is different now --and I thank God for the life I HAD back then...<br /><br />Hugs,<br />BetsyBetsy Banks Adamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16223591156634767330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-31927037931654482792016-07-23T02:38:31.352-07:002016-07-23T02:38:31.352-07:00Susie I am going ti add a couple of berries that y...Susie I am going ti add a couple of berries that you didn't include in your picking. Wild strawberries and wild blue berries. The wild strawberries weren't that big but ohhh the sweet taste, and like your mom mine would can the strawberries in pint jars to be able to make strawberry shortcakes during the winter months. I didn't really have to help with the cleaning and prepping of the berries that we picked but I was looking forward to the pies and cakes later on. We had a couple of Concord Grape vines just above the house and when they got ripe the fox and possum grapes would be ripe also. I would skinny up the trees at the mouth of the hollow behind the house and pick bot types to mix in with the Concords.Sure made some fine tasting grape jellies too. We would also pick our apples and slice them into thin slices then lay the slices out in the sun to dry, Mom had some oil cloth bags that she would store the dried apples in for apple pies during the winter. I feel so sorry for the people that may not have ever tasted a sun dried apple pie.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-72261475741664685362016-07-22T19:17:46.717-07:002016-07-22T19:17:46.717-07:00I really like this, Susie! My sister and I did a l...I really like this, Susie! My sister and I did a lot of exploring down those old dirt (or in our case sandy)roads. Precious memories.Elaine/Muddling Throughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07542943000832182111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-55438438242643884442016-07-22T12:45:22.601-07:002016-07-22T12:45:22.601-07:00I'm there with you, Susie. :)I'm there with you, Susie. :)lil red henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-80114671547481101292016-07-21T13:37:42.051-07:002016-07-21T13:37:42.051-07:00Susie, I drove down an old country road today, and...Susie, I drove down an old country road today, and how wonderful it was. There's nothing quite like being on the road less traveled. That rusted old bicycle you rode sounds delightful, and oh, those blackberries, so Yummy. I loved your story today, Susie.<br /><br />~SheriRed Rose Alleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02685747099912989862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-86727792722506290262016-07-21T11:08:01.982-07:002016-07-21T11:08:01.982-07:00I love this poem, Susie. It brings back many memo...I love this poem, Susie. It brings back many memories of my childhood. I'm so glad you are preserving our mountain heritage through your wonderful blog. This photo of a country road is great, too.Brenda Kay Ledfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03077314514118637590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542626754689382068.post-55790507751936416772016-07-21T07:39:43.842-07:002016-07-21T07:39:43.842-07:00Very sweet memories, Susie. You paint the images w...Very sweet memories, Susie. You paint the images with your words so well. Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.com