tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132398834656674229.post1380912463779181523..comments2023-07-12T07:42:20.245-07:00Comments on To Know Me is To Love Me: Little BrotherPaulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10766308140618773334noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132398834656674229.post-38500738533479228822008-03-05T20:09:00.000-08:002008-03-05T20:09:00.000-08:00Oh, I remember he taught us that hit ourselves in ...Oh, I remember he taught us that hit ourselves in the face trick. <BR/>Also, maybe that trick where it feels like you are pulling a thread through your hand.Kay Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14915323487092648396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132398834656674229.post-71826789887632098442008-03-05T19:18:00.000-08:002008-03-05T19:18:00.000-08:00I remember how sick he was. He had meningitis of ...I remember how sick he was. He had meningitis of the brain and the spine, wasn't expected to live, and if he did, he would be crippled. But his Mom gave him over to the Lord for His Will to be done. She knew K. would be a faithful servant to the Lord.Momsthewordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06794683299776977697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132398834656674229.post-49977225034834989652008-03-05T18:30:00.000-08:002008-03-05T18:30:00.000-08:00All of my "flammy" is very strange. My flammy her...All of my "flammy" is very strange. My flammy here in this house(my girls are snorting at each other right now) and my flammy elsewhere. Keith would swing us and swing Kay more than she wanted because I would shout "more,more" for her turn, so she would have fun. :) He would hit my with my own hand and tell me to quit hitting myself, but ALWAYS would stop right before I cried.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01411842451151787159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132398834656674229.post-51436142923607950512008-03-05T16:25:00.000-08:002008-03-05T16:25:00.000-08:00this is ashley. If I am to be the Queen of Odd th...this is ashley. If I am to be the Queen of Odd than I would like a plaque or medal of some sort. Just a little something to show off my latest accomplishment. Perhaps you could give my "husband" a little sweatshirt saying "I'm with the Queen". You know, just a thought...Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11155942148979194567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132398834656674229.post-28556151732131365672008-03-05T13:51:00.000-08:002008-03-05T13:51:00.000-08:00What a wonderful family!What a wonderful family!Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08276515253263872085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132398834656674229.post-66691468850922549382008-03-05T13:18:00.000-08:002008-03-05T13:18:00.000-08:00You know, Jen. I would like to see that, too!I hav...You know, Jen. I would like to see that, too!<BR/><BR/>I have the same memories of him. He is what? ten years older than I am? Not sure. <BR/><BR/>He was a great jungle gym and he would grab us by the arms and swing us round and round and round. I didn't like that as much as some people did, though.<BR/>I also remember about the time Jen was born and you lived in a little bungalow type thing with a funny little attic room and we were up there with Keith and he told a scary story about Ivory Soap.Kay Dayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14915323487092648396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132398834656674229.post-65549624197838552422008-03-05T12:15:00.000-08:002008-03-05T12:15:00.000-08:00My favorite memory of Uncle Keith was how he used ...My favorite memory of Uncle Keith was how he used to let me use him as a jungle gym. Sometimes, he would lift me up so that I was standing on his upwardly stretched arms way above his head and then let me fall and he'd catch me. I'd like to see him do that now.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11155942148979194567noreply@blogger.com