tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011190064765587212.post8203125224005487981..comments2023-10-29T01:29:53.007-07:00Comments on The My Wife Has Cancer Blog: The Way We Wereby George!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17235075120099550324noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011190064765587212.post-30247985487962826532010-03-08T22:06:55.403-08:002010-03-08T22:06:55.403-08:00Thirty-plus years of memories to share... stories ...Thirty-plus years of memories to share... stories you can still tell each other and perhaps have a small digital recorder to capture them for the children to hear on another day and time - it is hard to stop traveling together. I know. Blessings to you all on this difficult journey.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011190064765587212.post-91905783222796457942010-03-08T15:21:40.582-08:002010-03-08T15:21:40.582-08:00George, the truth gets out! Those dish washing boy...George, the truth gets out! Those dish washing boys can really get under a cooks skin.<br />I defend the cook! She up before dawn, begins to cook a meal for over 100, then finds the favorite spoon,fork or pot, is not where it is suppose to be. Time is precious and cooks don't have time to hunt for misplaced items. Oh will those dish washers ever learn. And then there are some smart aleck who will deliberately hang a favorite spoon or tool from the rafter in the kitchen. Yes, a sense of humor is needed by all cooks, and Sue had her share. <br /><br />Just remember dishwashers, be good! You are cooks best friend, she will treat you with a cookie or a late night snack, and for George a hug. <br />CookieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011190064765587212.post-34113107070732299492010-03-08T15:13:54.668-08:002010-03-08T15:13:54.668-08:00Well, whodathunkit? A guy that writes so beautifu...Well, whodathunkit? A guy that writes so beautifully and is obviously such a loving husband... who used to be like THAT?! 'Course coming from a younger sister, the description may be slightly slanted. ;) It does, however, sound like you were a heckuva fun guy. :)<br /><br />Ahh, memories! Keep remembering, and enjoy rehashing all those times with Sue. Even make a few new ones along the way. And if a few tears come, they're okay, too.<br /><br />God bless you.......Grandma Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09260178906088230163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011190064765587212.post-48603913519536842902010-03-08T11:16:09.029-08:002010-03-08T11:16:09.029-08:00I remember those courting days. You were scrawny,...I remember those courting days. You were scrawny, tan, and invincible, (like we all were in "those" days) and Sue was sweet, patient, a great cook, and tolerant of your little sis. Those were the days when you spent many a night wooing her with your singing, your gee-tar and your off (beat) sense of humor. <br /><br />Who would of thunk that doing the dishes could be so much fun? Even I enjoyed watching you show off in the kitchen for her.<br /><br />I remember a talk with mom where I pondered, "What does she see in him?" I mean, what could anyone see in my brother? You were a goofball most of the time in my eyes (werewolf mask). Sue was very clever, and extremely smitten, and again, VERY patient to have put up with you back then. You must have helped her hone her patience for her future classroom duties. <br /><br />She tolerated you youthful pranks (Mark P.'s wedding and the squirt guns); the name of your dog at the Fresno house; and still, she married you.<br /><br />I remember the wedding. Poor mom and dad. How mom or Sue put up with you I may never comprehend, but I'll probably be put to the test when one of my four boys tries my patience in the same way as you did theirs. The wedding reception is a blur, as Eric found it his duty to refill Jimmy's and my glasses many a time, till we both passed out on your wavy, water bed. I think he didn't want little kids hanging around for the festivities.<br /><br />You're no longer scrawny, tan, nor invincible, but Sue is still sweet, patient, and a great cook to boot. However, you're still my big brother and I'm thinking of you many times each day and praying for you, Sue and the girls. <br /><br />Much love, Dorris and familyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com