tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post336160502030806120..comments2023-11-05T04:34:32.219-05:00Comments on Flip Flop Floozie: Memories in Black and WhiteRamblins of a middle-aged goddesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11382683724151287591noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-13837930561210449972008-02-13T18:52:00.000-05:002008-02-13T18:52:00.000-05:00Talking about those memories like laying there lis...Talking about those memories like laying there listing to the rock doves once again.Donettahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13530145585581721795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-29463207082906949992008-02-13T12:19:00.000-05:002008-02-13T12:19:00.000-05:00Bet I enjoyed your post more than anyone -- as I w...Bet I enjoyed your post more than anyone -- as I was lucky enough to have lived it with you! I can still see the layout of Mom's house. She was the best! I'm still eating those peanut butter & banana sandwiches. Thanks for making such great memories with me.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13899882081826129841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-69849926891220150692008-02-13T08:11:00.000-05:002008-02-13T08:11:00.000-05:00Wonderful to read your post today! I spent many da...Wonderful to read your post today! I spent many days on my bike, too. I grew up near Los Angeles and shudder to think about riding around there now! Too funny about the street the boys lived on! That's my maiden name! lol Have a wonderful day!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-17741059973252430432008-02-13T00:58:00.000-05:002008-02-13T00:58:00.000-05:00My bike was green. One day my little brother rode ...My bike was green. One day my little brother rode it to the store and came back about an hour later with a big long rope.He had traded some guy my bike for that rope. He was so proud, now we could have a tire swing.<BR/>By the time dad came home from work, they couldn't find the guy or my bike.<BR/>We did have fun on that tire swing, but it took me a long time to let him live that down !<BR/>I got another bike from Santa that year. A shiny red bike with a banana seat and a "sissy bar".<BR/>I was COOL !!<BR/>You brought back some great memories.Thanks<BR/>lillindalillindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16230314282534637796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-5541856105286812002008-02-12T22:50:00.000-05:002008-02-12T22:50:00.000-05:00Hi Sandy, I have enjoyed reading your trip down m...Hi Sandy, I have enjoyed reading your trip down memory lane...I can relive those days too..playing outside all day and only coming in the house for food,drink or a potty break..sometimes I would wait so long and wet my pants going up the stairs with my legs crossed...What fun times we had with family and friends..Miss you. Hugs barbBabahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070189304201121533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-17331174536473995532008-02-12T22:36:00.000-05:002008-02-12T22:36:00.000-05:00I wrote about black and white today too but a litt...I wrote about black and white today too but a little different take on it. I guess here in the south, our minds are on the same wave length... hehe! I loved your stories because they sound so much like my days as a child. Thanks for sharing.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09004141713017997665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-18546186911014550152008-02-12T19:48:00.000-05:002008-02-12T19:48:00.000-05:00Great memories, thanks for sharing.Great memories, thanks for sharing.Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09275456448997619944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-2770560864601428632008-02-12T19:29:00.000-05:002008-02-12T19:29:00.000-05:00I love this post, Sandy!! I love the memories and...I love this post, Sandy!! I love the memories and the photos. <BR/><BR/>Hugs, <BR/><BR/>SusanSusanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13734191407051735127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-88373015321111919572008-02-12T19:23:00.000-05:002008-02-12T19:23:00.000-05:00You really were out on the town, weren't you? Th...You really were out on the town, weren't you? Those days are gone forever. It wouldn't be safe today to go anywhere by yourself as a child.<BR/><BR/>Nice posting, Sandy. I enjoyed it.Bettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06171725551294603528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-7148667084656554142008-02-12T15:08:00.000-05:002008-02-12T15:08:00.000-05:00Sandy!!!! This was ONE SUPER blog today.....wow, ...Sandy!!!! This was ONE SUPER blog today.....wow, it was like going back in time with you. My bike was a blue metallic Schwinn [girls bike] and I'd ride like the wind. And oh what fun...chasing boys, going to the park...all around town. As I grew older I continued to ride and ride and ride. [My brothers used to tease me telling me it's against the law to pedal your ass ---being a street lady, I KNEW what they meant!!!--- but as you said, out until dark and on our own. LOVED it. Loved this a lot.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for dropping by.Hootin Annihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08811326085498312568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-88807153416050408212008-02-12T14:55:00.001-05:002008-02-12T14:55:00.001-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Connie Barrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14808121049884128782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-73301107722068739012008-02-12T14:55:00.000-05:002008-02-12T14:55:00.000-05:00Does your husband know you named your son after yo...Does your husband know you named your son after your first boyfriend?<BR/><BR/>I love old pictures and the stories behind them..<BR/><BR/>Thank you for your prayers also<BR/><BR/>Love you<BR/>ConnieConnie Barrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14808121049884128782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-68679188195494600582008-02-12T13:39:00.000-05:002008-02-12T13:39:00.000-05:00This post was the best. I also had a "red" bike. M...This post was the best. I also had a "red" bike. My day went much like your.My friends name was Joan. Except for lunch we would go to my grandmothers store and have bologna,cheese and crackers. Of course back then I'd have a grapette to wash it down. Today I have an old grapette bottle with it's cap setting on top of my cabnets with other old thing I've collected. If I ever get my camera working again I going to put pictures on my blog of all my "Special Memories""Glohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00817342733015242964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-43982018530970939252008-02-12T12:41:00.000-05:002008-02-12T12:41:00.000-05:00What a great post, Sandy, and such wonderful memor...What a great post, Sandy, and such wonderful memories of carefree life! I have some of the same memories minus the bike. My dad wouldn't let me have one so I never learned to ride until I got much older and rode my friend's bike! I had a bad wreck right off the bat and skinned both my knees in gravels! Bad memory!! I learned to ride a little but never enough to get confident about it.<BR/>I'm envious of your old bike and the fact that you can ride! :o) <BR/><BR/>I do remember laying in my bed at night between fresh line-dried sheets, a breeze floating across my face from the open window and listening to the night sounds as I would drift off to sleep. How peaceful and relaxing that was. I don't think my body OR mind has had a moment like that since I became an adult!! How sad that is!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the memories!<BR/><BR/>Hugs,<BR/>HopeHopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17352897817201291585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14725059.post-34120855616777630272008-02-12T12:23:00.000-05:002008-02-12T12:23:00.000-05:00Oh yes, those were the days!! I had to smile at y...Oh yes, those were the days!! I had to smile at your bike being a boys bike.<BR/><BR/>I spent many days in the same way. I didn't learn to ride a bike until I was 10 or 11 because of a childhood illness I had. <BR/><BR/>I woke up this morning with laryngitis. Guess it's from jumping in and out of the car into frigid cold wind on our way back home Sunday evening. I think hubby is enjoying the quite (giggles).<BR/><BR/>Hope you are having a good day.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03150759324714163516noreply@blogger.com