tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309480468905885871.post1927514624590938711..comments2024-03-25T22:10:45.344-04:00Comments on A Farmgirl's View: If This Chair Could Talk...Allison of A Farmgirl's Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05023926901821017215noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309480468905885871.post-87162566088907622682012-01-20T21:57:41.691-05:002012-01-20T21:57:41.691-05:00What a beautiful story. I poked around your blog ....What a beautiful story. I poked around your blog ... your photography is breathtaking. I love all the country scenes. Just gorgeous. I'm your newest follower.Jennifer @ Town and Country Livinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05865026295044485524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309480468905885871.post-56722815480741036742012-01-20T16:56:57.836-05:002012-01-20T16:56:57.836-05:00Your heartfelt post brought tears to my eyes. Both...Your heartfelt post brought tears to my eyes. Both my parents died of massive heart failure within 10 minutes of each other. Two weeks later the house I grew up in was sold and everything divided between my 5 siblings and me.<br /><br />My greatest treasure is my Dads old red sweater. He wore it all the time and it never matched anything...lol I have it hanging in my clothes closet. Whenever I get lonely I can pull it out and relish the memories!Becky Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15350206500487732249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309480468905885871.post-8013031982425895632012-01-20T15:13:29.148-05:002012-01-20T15:13:29.148-05:00This post brought me to tears. Your story is much...This post brought me to tears. Your story is much like mine. My Grandma was MY rock. I think of her daily and miss her til it hurts sometimes. She taught me to garden, and piqued my interest in homemaking. I can still remember sitting under her sewing table pushing her pedal on demand. I have the last thing she ever made for us. It was a white afghan she made for my son Jon. He was her first great grandson and she loved him awful much too. She held him when he was a newborn, but he never really got to know her. Like your Grandpa, she was gone too soon. Many of my happiest childhood memories include her and I believe she looks in on me from time to time, guiding me to stay steady and true. I love you Grams.Farmgirl Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07550237327556460565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309480468905885871.post-91725537955715333362012-01-20T09:46:35.756-05:002012-01-20T09:46:35.756-05:00What a blessing he was ( and still is ) in your li...What a blessing he was ( and still is ) in your life. Thank you for sharing with us today!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12431126111383952372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309480468905885871.post-33183226088675197462012-01-19T11:58:53.392-05:002012-01-19T11:58:53.392-05:00What a beautiful post. I feel sorry for the poor s...What a beautiful post. I feel sorry for the poor souls out there that don't have a special someone or something to remind us of loved ones. I have a fork that was my Dads that I eat with every day... and wouldn't trade it for anything:)~melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07923627491671705881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309480468905885871.post-23184054907868327572012-01-19T01:46:53.063-05:002012-01-19T01:46:53.063-05:00What a lovely post. I never really know my grandpa...What a lovely post. I never really know my grandparents.My family isn't very close. The Lord showed me that love and closeness when he gave me my wonderful husband and kids. who are my life. I pray that I have given them that same feeling your grandpa gave you.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04299100592327267900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309480468905885871.post-9175319033723396272012-01-18T07:06:38.792-05:002012-01-18T07:06:38.792-05:00Oh now~ you have me in tears. It sounds just like ...Oh now~ you have me in tears. It sounds just like my Grandpa too! <br />Weeping with you this morning~ My Friend.<br />My Grandpa was my rock too!Farming On Faithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09894316718651283013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309480468905885871.post-74744638179405942822012-01-16T15:44:26.888-05:002012-01-16T15:44:26.888-05:00What a wonderful post. I have tears in my eyes. ...What a wonderful post. I have tears in my eyes. This is what I love about being an antique dealer (junk really). I feel that way too about many things I have made a connection with. For me, it is my Dad's coffee cup. He always used the same one - the morning after he died, it was place on the table with his clean bandana handkerchief folded next to it- I asked my Mom if I could have it - she gave it to me and now I have it on my shelf along with his high school picture - I look at it everyday when I wake up. Blessings from Ringle, WI.Dicky Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02536124018936958985noreply@blogger.com