tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555817.post5396042315722346831..comments2012-01-13T22:08:57.384-06:00Collagemamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03818246340865714754noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555817.post-51449087907408186882012-01-13T22:08:57.384-06:002012-01-13T22:08:57.384-06:00Thinking of happy days making mud pies on my grandmother's back porch oh so many years ago. The grandmother who let us try anything we (my cousins and I wanted) and who felt it important that we 1. be allowed to jump on beds, 2. be allowed to eat chocolate covered cherries, and 3. taught us how to kill and skin and de-gut a chicken. My other grandma had other lessons, less colorful but equally important.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12853560881137493014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555817.post-88461362856086761882012-01-12T21:50:01.620-06:002012-01-12T21:50:01.620-06:00Amazing!Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06559881249054540947noreply@blogger.com