tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post476646672142364669..comments2023-10-30T01:45:42.035-07:00Comments on Always Musing: Pickle NoseCathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17741905761159593241noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-55037848046425120232020-05-14T18:05:07.549-07:002020-05-14T18:05:07.549-07:00Dear Cathy, really enjoyed reading this story and ...Dear Cathy, really enjoyed reading this story and knowing some additional background to it. Good for you for writing it all down and for standing up for yourself and others. For some it's "second nature" and comes automatically; for others it takes guts and real courage. You have both! The world needs more people like you both, and I'm sorry that things turned out the way they did. <br /><br />Sometimes things go wrong with friendships, especially our oldest and most cherished, and we never know why. I've had a few of those myself, from my oldest friends that I miss to this day. But we try to hang on to the cherished memories and I feel grateful for those in the midst of sadness for the present. And hope for the future, in this world or the next.<br /><br />Looking forward to reading much, much more!Catherine Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16106773955427187343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-59866049164420459472013-04-09T15:18:52.472-07:002013-04-09T15:18:52.472-07:00I do not know if it's just me or if perhaps ev...I do not know if it's just me or if perhaps everyone else experiencing problems with your website. It seems like some of the text within your content are running off the screen. Can somebody else please provide feedback and let me know if this is happening to them too? This could be a issue with my internet browser because I've <br />had this happen previously. Thanks<br /><br />My homepage: <a href="http://www.iyans.com/MariettaT" rel="nofollow">fast weight loss tips</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-60454658721116097652011-02-23T03:41:32.955-08:002011-02-23T03:41:32.955-08:00This was a very touching read for me that brought ...This was a very touching read for me that brought me to tears.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-8183539049579873552010-05-17T19:24:41.495-07:002010-05-17T19:24:41.495-07:00Heeeyyy Cathy.
It's pickle noses little brothe...Heeeyyy Cathy.<br />It's pickle noses little brother. HMB turned out to be the greatest place in the world to grow up.Didn't it.I sure miss the sleep overs and bugging the living shit out of you guys.But I knew some where deep down you loved me. :) You just made a flood memories come back. It makes me smile. "Hey" I'm a grandpa now. Can you beleave that. I hope your doing well Cathy. <br />Love Brian BHAMMERMAN66@AOL.COMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-62222165300279955642010-05-13T03:00:04.965-07:002010-05-13T03:00:04.965-07:00How have you been Cathy?How have you been Cathy?The Guy's Perspectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10510543601654572968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-14862732320470842042010-04-27T11:01:37.907-07:002010-04-27T11:01:37.907-07:00very moving story. you are brave to go back and lo...very moving story. you are brave to go back and look at your young, tender self and share your stories with us. thanks.Mama Knightlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12012588008656855297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-6734665157311103372010-04-21T12:32:15.059-07:002010-04-21T12:32:15.059-07:00Hey Cathy,
Just saying hey. It's vacation wee...Hey Cathy, <br />Just saying hey. It's vacation week for my kids. Luckily my wife is off work, so I have some time to myself. <br /><br />Hope the job is not getting you too down!<br /><br />Take care.The Guy's Perspectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10510543601654572968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-11209720904495971312010-04-21T07:36:50.554-07:002010-04-21T07:36:50.554-07:00That was close to home for me; in first grade I be...That was close to home for me; in first grade I befriended a girl that had polio, wore braces and used crutches..they called us pee pant's because sometimes Mary Frances had trouble getting to the bathroom on time..She passed away 1/2 way through third grade. I now have a special needs grand son who is in a pilot program at his school where each of the 'special' kid's has a 'regular' kid as a buddy. When I went to the school for the Halloween parade and saw so many kids fighting over who was going to walk with Kyle..I cried..this little boy cannot walk or talk and he is the most popular kid in his school!Doreen McGettiganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11691803968607905576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-17739976822575543752010-04-13T22:20:27.575-07:002010-04-13T22:20:27.575-07:00pickle nose was an interesting story cathy and yet...pickle nose was an interesting story cathy and yet all to familiar in childhood memories in one way or another. i guess we have to admit in some way or another we were faced with scary circumstances when we were growing up. you were lucky and priveleged to have befriended someone like Linda. even as adults we all want to surround ourselves with these kind of brave and authentic individuals.<br /><br />cuz adriAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-87673603071847413372010-04-13T08:53:56.842-07:002010-04-13T08:53:56.842-07:00Memories of our school days here, and Linda has c...Memories of our school days here, and Linda has come across as a truly strong lovely person to put up with all that .... you could just tell .... I love this part where it says .... "she taught me to never hide how I feel just because it’s different".Fatibonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10182737516068684472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-44552788467964537842010-04-12T12:28:04.152-07:002010-04-12T12:28:04.152-07:00I wish no little child would feel such guilt and/o...I wish no little child would feel such guilt and/or shame over decisions they may make in the first grade. My goodness, you were only six years old. Sounds like too much for such little shoulders. My heart aches reading this story. Of course I feel for poor little Pickle Nose (1, 2 and 3) but it made me sad for you most of all. <br /><br />The story has an odd ending with Linda seemingly giving up on her friendship with you. I have a very old friend (since we were 11 years old) try to tell me that "...our lives have gone in different directions..." blah blah. I fought for our friendship. I spent hours talking to her and I told her our differences shouldn't come between us --- DAMN IT. I'm happy to say that was about 10 years ago and we are as close as ever.Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16154146481020480868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-28882788601569768432010-04-12T07:44:48.293-07:002010-04-12T07:44:48.293-07:00How poignant and powerful these memories are. The...How poignant and powerful these memories are. These ghosts from the past, although Linda still seems to be somewhere in your life. I'm not too shy to admit that I was just like Linda, always standing up for the persecuted and against the hateful mob. Although I was one of the "athletes" and thus somewhat respected, I got my fair share of abuse for refusing to along with the gratuitous cruelty. I always loved the oddball kids, the outcasts, because deep inside I knew I was one of them. I didn't fit in, and I didn't want to, and I knew my future wouldn't be one of compromise and slavish conformity.nothingprofoundhttp://wwwaphorismscom.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-58054339156809725022010-04-11T18:47:38.177-07:002010-04-11T18:47:38.177-07:00It is not easy to stand up and be daring to be uni...It is not easy to stand up and be daring to be unique. I believe there is a Linda in everyone that wants to be different not for the sake of being different but just wanting to be himself/herself; it is just a matter of how much we suppress it. Linda is truly a kind and courageous soul, even when she was young, not afraid to be different and showing the compassion at such young age. She is someone who truly remind me to be true to myself and my values. I wish that I will always have the courage like her to stand up for myself and be myself.BKhttp://www.symphonyoflove.net/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048140020977743259.post-53738796761730840582010-04-11T17:40:07.154-07:002010-04-11T17:40:07.154-07:00Your stories always make me think. And this partic...Your stories always make me think. And this particular story makes me think of a book I love, "The Year of the Boar and Jackie Robinson." <br />It's a very well known children's book about a young Chinese girl and her struggles moving to America. The author also cleverly weaves in Jackie Robinson and his struggles as the first black major league ball player. <br />Wonderful story and a good lesson to us all!<br />So where do you and Linda stand now, since you weren't invited to her birthday party?The Guy's Perspectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10510543601654572968noreply@blogger.com