tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post8115891056969528568..comments2009-01-14T16:44:24.366-05:00Louhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09496172669599418214noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-36312908690619969412009-01-14T16:10:00.000-05:002009-01-14T16:10:00.000-05:00oh wow, tragic, that she didnt get to know and appreciate her grandchild, son and daughter in law, and just didnt get it.<BR/><BR/>ps that snake is scary looking... just sayin♥Shann♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/07781628960161310563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-1990039034782548292009-01-14T15:20:00.000-05:002009-01-14T15:20:00.000-05:00Well at least you can be grateful that your Dad cared enough not to do that to you again. I am grateful for you and I pray for those who need it.clean and crazyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156586299182570611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-87236464912205356042009-01-14T14:55:00.000-05:002009-01-14T14:55:00.000-05:00It's a strange feeling when our childs mind knows the picture isn't quite right. As a child I was terrified of snakes. It's rather ironic it's one of the animals on my totem today. <BR/><BR/>I'm relieved you didn't go back. I think after that visit, your mother fully understood your dad's reluctance to see his own mother. (Hugs)IndigoIndigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17143502548162174269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-33936841053859137802009-01-13T23:49:00.000-05:002009-01-13T23:49:00.000-05:00When I first saw the photo before reading the text, I thought the snake in the jar alluded to granny. I figured the jar was some metaphor for a booze bottle.<BR/><BR/>Yah, to me it's perfectly normal to compare relatives to reptiles, although I'd say my mom's more dragonlady than snake. First time I saw the movie Mommy, Dearest, I couldn't understand why anyone thought Joan Crawford's mother figure was so awful. Didn't everyone know that wire hangers are evil?<BR/><BR/>I can't imagine what an awful night it was for you in that house that night. Man, your poor father. Heck, I feel bad for the snake!vicariousrisinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16354890444410748967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-78565803859006234522009-01-13T18:06:00.000-05:002009-01-13T18:06:00.000-05:00I am speechless.pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07231036049535477708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-1811022994282431772009-01-13T14:42:00.000-05:002009-01-13T14:42:00.000-05:00I totally understand how you feel about snakes now and promise to warn you before I post any pictures.Mollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03977660817227506338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-56402402719592968942009-01-13T11:55:00.000-05:002009-01-13T11:55:00.000-05:00reading this signals some sick codie in me that wants to save you as the little girl - sheesh - its so sad reading how you knew - you felt it - but just did not know what to call it.Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16914656489970904052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-34061193653931241772009-01-13T10:08:00.000-05:002009-01-13T10:08:00.000-05:00You know, I had snakes in jars when I was a kid so I probably would have been fascinated by this. However, the Camels and the beer would have made me not want to be around. I didn't like boozers when I was a child. And there were quite a few on my father's side. <BR/><BR/>Now, the hand that would grab me under the bed was another story of fear....Sydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-65963964595852956112009-01-13T09:19:00.000-05:002009-01-13T09:19:00.000-05:00I have recurring snake dreams where everywhere I step are water moccasins. I never dream about my grandparents though. I had a dream last night that I was Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lambs. I digress.Misery Marketinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758722152465803834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-81973910611268615212009-01-13T08:42:00.000-05:002009-01-13T08:42:00.000-05:00Isn't cool that you dad really did not let his childhood issue stop him from being a great father to you?? <BR/><BR/>He worked it out somehow and was a great husband and father... (instead of being abusive to release the pain of his own past; repeating it). <BR/><BR/>What a terrific man.......... and I sometimes believe that you can be truly happy and appreciate life more after seeing how terrible it was... (appreciate little things and not take them for granted). <BR/><BR/>I'm glad your dad survived this......<BR/><BR/>((hugs)) to him. <BR/><BR/>I do have compassion for his mom too; ........ why she became so far gone like this.. Poor Lady. I don't think anyone wants to have a life like this......but that does not mean you have to be around them.Ms Henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04844440761689489376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-50211799597698859862009-01-13T08:40:00.000-05:002009-01-13T08:40:00.000-05:00How awful to have experienced that at such a young age. It is so sad what alcohol does to us.J-Onlinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03430963455869593965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-17474768729285863572009-01-13T08:32:00.000-05:002009-01-13T08:32:00.000-05:00Snakes are my big phobia. I remember lying in bed at Nanny's house in Arkansas and being convinced a mosquito would bite me, I would get sleeping sickness and never wake up.Scott Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06361224878660334532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-81172160855879186892009-01-13T07:57:00.000-05:002009-01-13T07:57:00.000-05:00Truly sad memories.Trailbosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10560979016510119034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-10731866793549023922009-01-13T07:55:00.000-05:002009-01-13T07:55:00.000-05:00I hope you guys never went back.Mary Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08156474205414127488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-25925853727668216332009-01-13T06:43:00.000-05:002009-01-13T06:43:00.000-05:00It's amazing to me how much children know. You knew she was seriously messed up, you just didn't have the words for it. Sad.jeNNbig Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16539934994452947108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1605760414692114085.post-90878773512471912072009-01-13T06:23:00.000-05:002009-01-13T06:23:00.000-05:00Your poor Mother. She probably thought "well how bad could she be?" <BR/>When you are six years old, snakes are quite capable of unscrewing lids of jars and calling our name for that matter. yikes.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00513814300181006348noreply@blogger.com