tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051512728005374779.post6091324740308586155..comments2024-02-16T05:17:15.539-05:00Comments on Chicken Feathers: Dad's SuitcaseChickenmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02978826295959619815noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051512728005374779.post-54650166721472293412014-04-27T22:08:43.362-04:002014-04-27T22:08:43.362-04:00Mine was in the CG and he taught me how to fish. H...Mine was in the CG and he taught me how to fish. He loved going for the blues. Used to bring them home all gutted and wrapped in newspapers. I got to poke the eyes out......Chickenmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02978826295959619815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051512728005374779.post-11180397094563380982014-04-27T20:46:04.986-04:002014-04-27T20:46:04.986-04:00My Dad was born in 1917 also and was in the Navy. ...My Dad was born in 1917 also and was in the Navy. NATS, Naval Air Transport Service. Passed in 1984. We loved to fish together when I was young. Miss him.<br />Terry<br />Fla.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051512728005374779.post-1736797758998162752014-04-27T19:00:33.180-04:002014-04-27T19:00:33.180-04:00I'm really a pain in the arse, Mamahen - and I...I'm really a pain in the arse, Mamahen - and I don't think chickens count for very much! But thanks anyway! LOL :0)Chickenmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02978826295959619815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051512728005374779.post-69550828772763807142014-04-27T18:22:34.509-04:002014-04-27T18:22:34.509-04:00We lost mom first...then my dad 18months later.......We lost mom first...then my dad 18months later....and as for you....you're kind to chickens, how much more loving could you be :))Mamahenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15735381381883752598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051512728005374779.post-61909541695842485432014-04-27T06:13:42.403-04:002014-04-27T06:13:42.403-04:00My Mom only lasted for three more years. She was a...My Mom only lasted for three more years. She was a wonderful, kind, loving woman. I wish I could be more like her. I miss them both.Chickenmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02978826295959619815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051512728005374779.post-39266984390777029622014-04-27T00:25:46.205-04:002014-04-27T00:25:46.205-04:00Tho I miss my Dad, he worked swing shift in a fact...Tho I miss my Dad, he worked swing shift in a factory for 35 yrs and was gone a lot or sleeping when we home, so Mom was the one we kids clung to. So I miss my Mama more it seems.Mamahenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15735381381883752598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051512728005374779.post-67666271906320277692014-04-26T22:50:16.382-04:002014-04-26T22:50:16.382-04:00That ache is always there, isn't it? I miss sh...That ache is always there, isn't it? I miss sharing my life with him. I miss his laughter and the sound of him whistling...and his wonderful tales.Chickenmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02978826295959619815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2051512728005374779.post-76916354931650460692014-04-26T21:54:57.460-04:002014-04-26T21:54:57.460-04:00I miss my dad, too, Cm. He's been gone for 30 ...I miss my dad, too, Cm. He's been gone for 30 years now.Gorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.com