tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4487924055421850684.post4867882905738924604..comments2023-10-30T07:01:52.036-04:00Comments on my half-glassed life: It's a Happy Tomato Kind of DayCCWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15881549591986552627noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4487924055421850684.post-21994614124857556882010-06-18T22:59:42.806-04:002010-06-18T22:59:42.806-04:00My dad loved tomatoes too. He also loved to take ...My dad loved tomatoes too. He also loved to take a huge bite out of a nice sweet onion...:-) you make your childhood sound completely magical like something out of a norman rockwell painting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4487924055421850684.post-89394634666930678022009-06-20T20:39:45.512-04:002009-06-20T20:39:45.512-04:00It such a conforting memory of being at Nana and P...It such a conforting memory of being at Nana and Papa's. I remember watching you eating those tomatoes and thinking Gross! I didn't develop the taste for many years. Remember Augie running his laps around his tree. He made the same twirl at the first corner of his lap. Playing in the sandbox in the backyard. Prentending to dig to china. Remember the chicken cookie jar we would have to check out when you topped the stairs. To this day when ever I smell pipe tobacco I think of Papa sitting in his chair. Im flooded with so many memories right now, it makes me sad that my kids will never know them.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03468871729874503455noreply@blogger.com