tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post2427600866696662622..comments2024-03-09T02:18:17.010-08:00Comments on Judith Leger: Day 2 Down Memory LaneJudith Legerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02997747703670815073noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-27096143601025739752009-05-26T12:20:14.413-07:002009-05-26T12:20:14.413-07:00I love this post, Judith! I've had similar experie...I love this post, Judith! I've had similar experiences and it some ways your childhood echoed my own. <br /><br />My favorite was definitely Trixie Belden, though I did enjoy Nancy Drew too. Another fave was the Edward Eager books like Half-Magic, and Magic By The Lake. I spent some of my best childhood years in the mountains. I would run through the pine scented woods in mocassins as silently as possible, pretending to be Diana/Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt. <br /><br />*smile* Thanks for the memories!<br /><br />--Chiron O'Keefe<br />The Write Soul: www.chironokeefe.blogspot.comChironhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03350218547511690377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-51697361755413889772009-05-23T13:20:04.131-07:002009-05-23T13:20:04.131-07:00Trixie Beldon was my favorite. She seemed real.
...Trixie Beldon was my favorite. She seemed real.<br /><br />I have lived in many houses, many spooky and many not. I love the feel of other people having lived in my house - and now it's my turn.<br /><br />In one house I found the way into the huge attic (a long ladder and a square hole). It was full of treasures like the fancy hats women wore at the turn of the century. My mom asked where I got it. I told her I found it in the attic. She didn't know how to get into the attic.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07149940452550321323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-5131545152455535102009-05-23T13:01:14.711-07:002009-05-23T13:01:14.711-07:00Oh, Barbara, I feel for you. I don't like going t...Oh, Barbara, I feel for you. I don't like going to places like that either. Go out of my way to avoid them too!Judith Legerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02997747703670815073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-34208785132502954192009-05-22T16:43:12.320-07:002009-05-22T16:43:12.320-07:00My mom still lives in my childhood home. It was c...My mom still lives in my childhood home. It was creepy as hell growing up. I used to lock myself in my room with my cat protector. As long as she was with me, I was safe from the evil I felt constantly. Yep, the evil's still there to feel even now. Unfortunately, the cat is long passed. I hate going there. It takes all I have to get out of the car.barbara hufferthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10110190714520012040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-48037797268955450352009-05-22T10:06:37.242-07:002009-05-22T10:06:37.242-07:00Thanks for stopping by Anastasia. I swear reading...Thanks for stopping by Anastasia. I swear reading so many of those books when I was younger made it easier for me to solve mysteries in books now and also while watching movies. I just know who's the culprit in the stories. <br /><br />Lately, not sure if its because I sense things, I've been writing a lot of eerie stories. With a ton of ghosts in them. Who knows, may pick up and be the next hottest thing out there. Don't I wish!!!Judith Legerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02997747703670815073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-76514460996566042592009-05-22T10:03:27.667-07:002009-05-22T10:03:27.667-07:00What wonderful memories, Miss Mae. Thanks so much...What wonderful memories, Miss Mae. Thanks so much for sharing. It's always hard to see the places of our memories gone now that we're older. Sad but true.Judith Legerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02997747703670815073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-24915185357931613822009-05-22T09:12:54.409-07:002009-05-22T09:12:54.409-07:00Nancy Drew was more my thing. I bought some, asked...Nancy Drew was more my thing. I bought some, asked for some and shared with friends. It started me on the road to being a Mystery-Romance writer (ADIE STURM MYSTERIES. And I can really relate to your sixth sense feelings. I have a ghost in the house I live in now :) When I went to a psychic she said everyone has them but some are open to them. You must be too.Anastasiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03713778030609037514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-61539488698801353972009-05-22T08:57:55.223-07:002009-05-22T08:57:55.223-07:00Know exactly what you mean, Judith. When my parent...Know exactly what you mean, Judith. When my parents were in their late fifties, they moved in with dad's mom. She lived in the old house where he'd lived from 8 years old and upwards. So Granny's house became Mom and Dad's, and so I had so many memories there. When I was a kid, every July 4th, the families would gather (cousins by the dozens) and we'd have watermelon and make homemade ice cream. We waded in the creek that ran down by her yard and where Granny drew her water to wash clothes on a rub board. I climbed her maple tree in the front, and hoped the floor of the outhouse wouldn't give way when we occupied it!<br /><br />After Granny died, Mom and Dad stayed there another ten years or so, then they both passed away. Dad in March 1996 and Mom in April 1996. She died in the same house where she'd spent her wedding night.<br /><br />The place was vacant. What were we kids to do with it? Our sister bought our shares and she tried to sell it. But since that fell through, and because she lived a four hour drive away and wasn't able to maintain it, we all agreed--so no vagrants would try to move in, get hurt, and sue us--to burn it down.<br /><br />It was sad. Now when we go back, there's nothing there but high weeds. It's forever changed, but never, never in my memories.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-70736995284757537312009-05-22T08:52:12.494-07:002009-05-22T08:52:12.494-07:00Well, we had T.V. but there just wasn't any GOOD s...Well, we had T.V. but there just wasn't any GOOD shows on for kids. None that kept my attention!Judith Legerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02997747703670815073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-16005117893585748452009-05-22T08:51:25.852-07:002009-05-22T08:51:25.852-07:00Yes, we did. No T.V., no video games, nothing but...Yes, we did. No T.V., no video games, nothing but our own imaginations! What an incredible high that was!!Judith Legerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02997747703670815073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029022256494899254.post-4508286895376424052009-05-22T08:47:13.653-07:002009-05-22T08:47:13.653-07:00What wonderful memories, Judith. I know what you'r...What wonderful memories, Judith. I know what you're saying about everything being smaller. I guess it's all in the perspective. Oh, and nothing is finer than a dog companion. We knew how to have fun in the old days.<br />Thanks for sharing!<br />LindaLinda LaRoquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16672522522233696282noreply@blogger.com