tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post5442239911293118591..comments2024-03-08T07:03:12.909-05:00Comments on Life at Willow Manor: unconditional love Tess Kincaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-91631491550446388332014-02-23T21:08:50.283-05:002014-02-23T21:08:50.283-05:00My words cannot express how much I LOVE THIS POST!...My words cannot express how much I LOVE THIS POST! (Perhaps the caps will help paint the picture :) <br /><br />Absolutely fantastic! Terribly relatable! <br /><br />I just love it.Garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08715784900659276067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-38387318373419207932014-02-21T23:26:49.124-05:002014-02-21T23:26:49.124-05:00My childhood rocking horse, aptly named "Hors...My childhood rocking horse, aptly named "Horsey (insert my last name here)", has been freed from his springs and frame, and is in my attic, looking out the window. I've had him nearly 50 years, and he will always be wherever I am. He was the tip of the iceberg where my horse obsession started. We rode many good miles together, in our imaginations.Marchelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201825708442679157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-66956428089536944722014-02-19T23:49:48.984-05:002014-02-19T23:49:48.984-05:00Love is all you need. Natalie told me.Love is all you need. Natalie told me.Catalysthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03804837416104556928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-5037077809177990142014-02-19T21:41:50.390-05:002014-02-19T21:41:50.390-05:00Oh! I want to see everyone's dear childhood fr...Oh! I want to see everyone's dear childhood friends...Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-74634600901058959462014-02-19T12:06:14.896-05:002014-02-19T12:06:14.896-05:00It's funny...I had a few stuffed animals when ...It's funny...I had a few stuffed animals when I was young but none of them became close with me (nor me them!). I don't really know why. I was a Tom Boy at heart and spent so much time outside building tree forts and fox holes with my cousin Ken. Perhaps that is why. And I have horrible memories of my mother's boyfriend trying to bribe my affections with stuffed animals. Maybe that was it: I couldn't stand him and I certainly didn't want any part of the bears he was bringiing me as bribes. To this day I don't have many childhood "friends" of comfort around. I think this is something I need to ponder. What has taken the place of those for me? Thanks for opening this up. Great journal work ahead.Terihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13046623774704584939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-21389487557314127512014-02-19T11:23:55.140-05:002014-02-19T11:23:55.140-05:00Aw this made me cry :) As you know Mike dug out Pu...Aw this made me cry :) As you know Mike dug out Puff from HER box, but I don't think she's forgiven me yet. Ha!The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-27345822721764465092014-02-18T23:55:26.481-05:002014-02-18T23:55:26.481-05:00All the best bears have only one eye!
I'd lov...All the best bears have only one eye!<br /><br />I'd love to show you my 'Alphonse' (a soldier doll), but he lives in a loft back in England. The inseparable, having been separated.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-39966591269275784682014-02-18T21:54:53.886-05:002014-02-18T21:54:53.886-05:00Dear ol' Ted! Dang good bear, recognizing you ...Dear ol' Ted! Dang good bear, recognizing you immediately and loving you unconditionally! Thanks for sharing him with us. You two are good for each other...here's to many years unboxed, together. Thank you, Ted, for encouraging my dear friend...Carolina Lintheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16335905555994442416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-31837033917417478342014-02-18T21:09:13.528-05:002014-02-18T21:09:13.528-05:00I have one who has the name of Old Ugly. He sits o...I have one who has the name of Old Ugly. He sits on my bed and waits for me every night.B'ville Observerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10976011028794845567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-34852973378263167022014-02-18T21:08:17.407-05:002014-02-18T21:08:17.407-05:00My guy is Ralph. And he's next to me on my cou...My guy is Ralph. And he's next to me on my couch here, as I type. Of COURSE he made you cry. Love that arrows to our core always does that, doesn't it?JeannetteLShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13528285846408727632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-85131597551680865012014-02-18T20:18:26.780-05:002014-02-18T20:18:26.780-05:00Oh, what a steady guy your little bear has proved ...Oh, what a steady guy your little bear has proved to be ... I'm glad you brought him out of the mothballs and back to the light!Susan Lindquisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04039551683129884367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636364949017025470.post-73179407071855344332014-02-18T17:06:04.080-05:002014-02-18T17:06:04.080-05:00when we turn away from love it's always waitin...when we turn away from love it's always waiting there for us to turn back around.relhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09030572981830789370noreply@blogger.com