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[Batesmotel]

29 minutes ago, janice6 said:

Remember, they had no refrigeration and were wandering in a Desert for a while!  This was just good sense.

Yep. Hogs need an enclosure. Not possible with a nomadic lifestyle. Cattle and sheep can be herded. 

[janice6]

4 hours ago, Paul53 said:

"We'll clean the house tomorrow" my brother said when my folks passed. Next morning everything was gone but the wallpaper!

My kids occasionally will ask mom and me to "label" things, as to who we want to get what.  I tell them we won't do that! 

We don't want to make one child mad because the other got what they wanted.

Instead, we tell them they will have to fight each other to get what they want. 

We think it's funny and the kids want us to take the heat.  BS, they want it, they fight for it!

It's a good thing the like us or they'd lynch us.

[railfancwb]

10 minutes ago, janice6 said:

My kids occasionally will ask mom and me to "label" things, as to who we want to get what.  I tell them we won't do that! 

We don't want to make one child mad because the other got what they wanted.

Instead, we tell them they will have to fight each other to get what they want. 

We think it's funny and the kids want us to take the heat.  BS, they want it, they fight for it!

It's a good thing the like us or they'd lynch us.

Line the souvenir-type stuff up. Take turns picking. First pick flip a coin, draw a card, whatever. Then in order. One might want the stainless Single Six, another the Old Army, etc. Picking to trade or swap or sale or keep all OK.

At that point, I’m out of it. 

[railfancwb]

Sad song about inheritances..

Morningside

Neil Diamond

Morningside 
The old man died 
And no one cried 
They simply turned away

And when he died 
He left a table made of nails and pride 
And with his hands he carved these words inside 
"For my children"

Morning light 
Morning bright 
I spent the night 
With dreams that make you weep 
Morning time 
Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine 
For I recall the words an old man sighed 
"For my children"

And the legs were shaped with his hands 
And the top made of oaken wood 
And the children that sat around this great table 
Touched it with their laughter 
Ah, and that was good

Morningside 
An old man died 
And no one cried 
He surely died alone 
And truth is sad 
For not a child would claim the gift he had 
The words he carved became his epitaph 
"For my children"

[Silentpoet]

[NPTim]

6 hours ago, railfancwb said:

The saddest book dedication I have ever seen. 

If I ever write a book, I’ll try this.

[Borg warner]

Anyone remember "The Man From U.N.C.L.E."?

 

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