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Happy New Year!

"Good-bye, kind year, we walk no more together,
But here in quiet happiness we part."
Sarah Doudney
1841-1926

Manic Monday #194

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Were you considered popular in high school? Why or why not?
No, I was too quite, too reserved. Those people that were my friends knew me as being funny, loyal, good listener. I believe that a first impression of me is that I'm not very friendly, a little cool; but once people get to know me I'm not at all what they thought (I've been told this several times.) I've even been told I'm a little scary (please!) I guess quite people are sometimes considered unfriendly and even strange.

Did you have an enemy or bully when you were young?
When I was in the first grade a boy that was in kindergarten would chase me and throw rocks at me on the playground. I remember being terrified of him. Eventually he got tired of me, he had probably found another child to bully.
When I was in grade 5 through 7 a neighbor boy taunted me and terrorized me at every chance that he had. Riding the school bus …

Manic Monday #193

Manic Monday #193
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What makes you laugh?
My grandchildren.
The movie "Young Frankenstein" made by Mel Brooks, with Gene Wilder---I end up having a roaring unabated laugh with that movie.
My sisters always makes me laugh.

What makes you cry?
I hate to cry. I will even stop myself so I won't cry. This is probably the wrong thing to do, but I'm defiant--determined. Yet tears still come, it is even more rare for me to sob.
When I had to have my sweet cat Molly put to sleep because she was terribly ill, September 2003, I sobbed and loudly. I am thankful that my husband was home then and he gave me a big bear hug, and I just let my emotions go. 
Back in May of 2002, daddy and I had just moved mother into a nursing home. I was going through mother's things in her dresser at their home, and I came across her hair scarfs. I picked one of them up, and lifted it to my face, I could smell…