tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post3992668737021704402..comments2024-03-28T22:08:48.577-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: ReminiscingOldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-74754010027787760052013-04-04T14:38:50.967-07:002013-04-04T14:38:50.967-07:00Really Bro', ya needs to get ya a proper ID an...Really Bro', ya needs to get ya a proper ID and all that. Check out gravatar.com.<br /><br />I will include an update to the post, I wasn't sure if we called it a sugar house back in the day.<br /><br />You keep reading, I'll keep writing!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-30367979936215589622013-04-04T14:36:56.810-07:002013-04-04T14:36:56.810-07:00I hear ya on that! On both counts.I hear ya on that! On both counts.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-15251290022407646702013-04-04T14:22:31.676-07:002013-04-04T14:22:31.676-07:00Thanks Bro for another great trip down memory lane...Thanks Bro for another great trip down memory lane. I agree with Buck (on both counts I'm afraid). I remember after you left home to serve our great country, I spent many evenings and weekends clearing out 40 plus years of tools and such from the chicken coop, tractor shed, barn, milk house and sugar house(that's sugar house Sarge!) after Gram decided to sell the farm and relocate into more manageable quarters. I ended up keeping more tools and farm implements than I will use in three lifetimes! There must have been 1000 sap buckets in that sugar house that she sold off. I would assume that some of them are still gathering sap today. Keep em coming and we'll keep reading.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-90526678329593758242013-04-04T12:26:03.906-07:002013-04-04T12:26:03.906-07:00I think the reminiscing posts are the BEST posts. ...I think the reminiscing posts are the BEST posts. Always. (That's prolly a function o' my age, come to think on it.)Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-14937238238968058892013-04-04T09:40:17.983-07:002013-04-04T09:40:17.983-07:00Well, I just don't know how to respond to that...Well, I just don't know how to respond to that.<br /><br />Perhaps with an anecdote about my third grade teacher. Old as the hills and twice as rugged. No, I won't go there. My memories of third grade are most unpleasant.<br /><br />I guess I should apologize for reminding you of your fourth grade teacher. Which reminded me of my third grade teacher. I guess we're even?OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-191774704107048572013-04-04T09:36:36.530-07:002013-04-04T09:36:36.530-07:00Dad was always ready to laugh or give someone Holy...Dad was always ready to laugh or give someone Holy Hell. (Usually me, for doing something which made sense to me at the time, but looking back, what was I thinking?)<br /><br />Gramp was indeed, very capable.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-30638955272085319462013-04-04T09:10:42.855-07:002013-04-04T09:10:42.855-07:00I had a fourth grade teacher who was from a place ...I had a fourth grade teacher who was from a place where they tapped trees for the maple sap to make syrup.<br />She had fond memories, too.<br />That's about the only nice thing I can say about that teacher.(not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-90012081796784855222013-04-04T07:56:37.530-07:002013-04-04T07:56:37.530-07:00Nice post....I gotta say that's an impressive ... Nice post....I gotta say that's an impressive wood pile behind y'all! great picture of the men...and boys. Its funny how we much little things can trigger memories. For example your dad's glasses and haircut were the same as my dad's in that era. The kind of half-smile look on your dad's face is the one thing I recall about him, to me he always looked ready to break into full smile at a moment's notice. Your gramp looked more than capable of muscling those milk cans full of sap!Greg Peaveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00983526350040615801noreply@blogger.com