tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163205100763928720.post2657852204323199977..comments2024-03-29T00:26:08.082-07:00Comments on Christian Living: Real-Life Stories and Book Reviews: Memories of Days Long AgoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741393018123609305noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163205100763928720.post-58215931241390665082013-09-10T07:31:23.145-07:002013-09-10T07:31:23.145-07:00Thank you for your comments. It's so good to k...Thank you for your comments. It's so good to know someone is reading this. I spend a lot of time here and am glad to know you enjoyed reading it. I hope you will return to my blog on Mondays and Wednesdays to see what's new. And it's sweet to remember.Juanita Nobleshttp://juanitanobles.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163205100763928720.post-52977399762117948462013-09-10T07:26:18.903-07:002013-09-10T07:26:18.903-07:00I loved walking down memory lane with you. Althou...I loved walking down memory lane with you. Although all change is not good at least we have our memories. My little down in mid Missouri is grown way past what I feel comfortable with. Some times I drive past a building and bring to mind what used to be there. I don't ever want to forget how my little town once was. I too remember when someone first called me ma'am. Oh it startled me at first but I got used to it. Now the youth are not trained to respect the elders in such a way. Oh those sweet by gone days! :)Monicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659675759066363838noreply@blogger.com