tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709809754356131123.post3459516462235691886..comments2024-02-16T02:28:58.537-06:00Comments on Oklahoma Dreams: Happy New Year, & Checking on ParentsSandy Livesayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06183449816586125720noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709809754356131123.post-19747105177294072222019-01-05T08:26:06.067-06:002019-01-05T08:26:06.067-06:00Nice new blog Sandy. Great look. Nice to see you. ...Nice new blog Sandy. Great look. Nice to see you. Loved the video it is very pretty there. It is nice to go check on our parents. Take care. BButtons alias Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18077364642262097264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709809754356131123.post-63128335667202623672019-01-03T17:11:13.086-06:002019-01-03T17:11:13.086-06:00I wish I could call my parents. They are gone and ...I wish I could call my parents. They are gone and it will be awhile ( I hope) before I join them. If yours are still with us, call, go see, or take'em out to dinner. You never know when that time will end.Storytellerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12040646525575089925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709809754356131123.post-8950667245003041122019-01-03T09:34:04.955-06:002019-01-03T09:34:04.955-06:00My goodness, what a beautiful vista. You can only...My goodness, what a beautiful vista. You can only see that in the southwest. It's so true - they will always say they are fine. Most of the time, they are, but when they're not, you need to know! My mother is big on 'not being a burden'. As if. You are good kids to go down and give them a hand (check on them). Much love to you.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12573143203599624833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709809754356131123.post-16187353344126811472019-01-03T08:24:13.501-06:002019-01-03T08:24:13.501-06:00I agree that phone calls never are the same (in so...I agree that phone calls never are the same (in so many respects!) as a visit in person.<br /><br />Seeing your video with the train tracks gave me a twinge of nostalgia for our last place in Illinois which was bordered on one side by railroad tracks. Oh, for the days when the engineer always waved when we were outside and stopped to look up when the train went by!Mama Peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649357184167949247noreply@blogger.com