tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15258537.post7532429731977014195..comments2023-11-14T00:08:07.682-05:00Comments on OLD LADY LINCOLN: Just got this in my e-mailPattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16106461789118388241noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15258537.post-59675999674328410012008-08-11T00:50:00.000-04:002008-08-11T00:50:00.000-04:00I hate Sundays, and particularly Sunday evenings, ...I hate Sundays, and particularly Sunday evenings, and I think I have for a very long time. <BR/><BR/>I knew the story of the little boy. Someone sent it to me once through my email at work, and after I read it, I just couldn't stop crying, it was embarrassing. <BR/><BR/>I cried because I believe that many of us (especially where I live in the Bay Area) have lost our values and completely lost track of what's important. <BR/><BR/>We're constantly running for that extra dollar we'll need to buy that extra thing we're going to discard not even 3 years from now because we'll need the new-and-improved extra thing someone will come up with and decide we all must have ...<BR/><BR/>I think I also cried because I can't remember harmonious family evenings unless I really try hard. My parents separated when I was around 11 or 12, so it's getting pretty hard to remember that far back :)<BR/><BR/>Good night, Mrs. Lincoln, have a nice week.Tomate Farciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12102741033638005250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15258537.post-83965227062744688942008-08-10T21:57:00.000-04:002008-08-10T21:57:00.000-04:00A very sweet story, and one worthy of passing on t...A very sweet story, and one worthy of passing on to others. When the time comes to meet our Maker, I don't think anyone would say "Gee, I wish I'd spent more time at the office."<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing this one with us.Pat - Arkansashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11623638376731374600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15258537.post-70422629292295306272008-08-10T20:41:00.000-04:002008-08-10T20:41:00.000-04:00I remember Sunday nights like you described. Even...I remember Sunday nights like you described. Even when I was a kid, Sunday nights were the best. That was the one night a week that our hotel and bar was closed, and we all gathered in the living room to watch Lassie at 7pm. Mom always made her luscious chocolate peanut butter fudge! Our little parakeet was let out of his cage to fly around and play with his toys on the coffee table, my dad would occupy the sofa with our boxer dog right at his side. Those were the best nights! Every night of the week, us kids had to go to bed alone while Mom and Dad had the business open. We didn't have a normal childhood like other kids, but they made a good living and we never wanted for anything. But, deep down inside, I always wished we had a regular home like other kids did, with their moms and dads watching TV with them. We played games or cards with our kids every night and made every night a fun night. I get kind of melancholy on Sunday nights, too.<BR/><BR/>I can see you had your hands full with 5 little ones to get up and ready and off to school...I only had 2 to get out the door, and that was hard enough! LOL<BR/><BR/>Loved this post, Patty!!! Sometimes I wish my kids were still young like that! Life changes over the years.....<BR/><BR/>(((((( HUGS ))))))Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11388218387599733572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15258537.post-17653919875378058322008-08-10T20:31:00.000-04:002008-08-10T20:31:00.000-04:00Yes, Sunday night meant back to school the next mo...Yes, Sunday night meant back to school the next morning, or work, back to business, and no time for much else. Weekends and summer time were for togetherness, weren't they? <BR/><BR/>What a sweet story and beautiful reminder of what is important in life. Thanks for sharing it, Patty.<BR/><BR/>Our beautiful weather continues, thank the good Lord. <BR/><BR/>Good night, Patty!<BR/><BR/>Love,<BR/><BR/>RenieRenie Burghardthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02660484248593903002noreply@blogger.com