tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post513743323489811669..comments2024-03-28T06:39:55.821-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: Memories of Christmas PastOldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-55858722201305499432016-12-16T12:01:22.662-08:002016-12-16T12:01:22.662-08:00Sounds like she learned her common sense from Dad....Sounds like she learned her common sense from Dad. Attack a cop, get punched. Seems straightforward to me.<br /><br />Play stupid games, win stupid prizes...OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-86511110157702388372016-12-16T11:55:41.002-08:002016-12-16T11:55:41.002-08:00The Cadet's father said "He said he wants...The Cadet's father said "He said he wants to know why a male officer felt he needed to strike a small female cadet "square in the face, in the jaw, with a full-fledged punch." How about equal opportunity? ;)<br />Tunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04930237104692982421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-31389478875538539612016-12-15T04:50:42.074-08:002016-12-15T04:50:42.074-08:00Tommy tried climbing the tree once, when it came d...Tommy tried climbing the tree once, when it came down on top of him, he decided not to do that anymore.<br /><br />I guess the BadgerDad went with the Christmas bush because he knew the Norwegian Forest Cat was going to want to climb it. As you've mentioned before. Lazarus was a big boy.<br /><br /><em>"Great Fullness"</em> - Heh, a term like that does need to be capitalized!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-2318217986210158952016-12-14T18:33:51.197-08:002016-12-14T18:33:51.197-08:00In the two houses of my growing up, 106 North Clin...In the two houses of my growing up, 106 North Clinton, in Clintonville, WI, and 515 Martin, Mauston, WI, my memories were of being warm and loved, which are the best memories to have. <br /><br />The BadgerDad's idea of a Christmas Tree was really more of a Christmas Bush. He wanted it almost as full at the ceiling, as at the base, a huge Balsam, of Great Fullness. Which is probably why our Toms, in their trips up and down the tree, never disturbed any of the ornaments. Lazarus, our Norwegian Forest Cat, believed in a daily round trip. He was the cat who insisted on sleeping on my bed. I would be in bed reading, and he would come to bed, hop up, curl up next to my head, and drop off. Man, he smelled great in December!SCOTTtheBADGERhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12859188068159799373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-47441398180280188002016-12-14T15:31:41.280-08:002016-12-14T15:31:41.280-08:00Many have traveled that particular path.Many have traveled that particular path.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-31475453385946989552016-12-14T14:46:12.964-08:002016-12-14T14:46:12.964-08:00Ah yes, the infamous Christmas Monopoly game... si...Ah yes, the infamous Christmas Monopoly game... sigh... :-)Old NFOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404197287935017147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-9590777878370945602016-12-14T13:42:18.367-08:002016-12-14T13:42:18.367-08:00I think we all had high school classmates like tha...I think we all had high school classmates like that. Apparently there are West Pointers with at least one classmate like <a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/baltimore-city/bs-md-ci-west-point-cadet-20161213-story.html" rel="nofollow"><b>that</b></a>.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-80394895623059867662016-12-14T12:56:06.582-08:002016-12-14T12:56:06.582-08:00I like the image of your cat getting drunk and wan...I like the image of your cat getting drunk and wanting to fight the other. Reminds me of some of my high school classmates.Tunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04930237104692982421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-34236310838847297592016-12-14T12:44:51.474-08:002016-12-14T12:44:51.474-08:00The Missus Herself without a shred of military tra...<em>The Missus Herself</em> without a shred of military training, having never read Clausewitz, Jomini, or Sun Tzu, is a vicious <em>Risk</em> player. If you even blink you'll find her armies marching up the Main Street of your capital and most of your territories surrendered.<br /><br />I don't know how she does it. I won't play against her, no way, no how.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-81995477378943503002016-12-14T12:06:14.265-08:002016-12-14T12:06:14.265-08:00In our house growing up, the forbidden game was &q...In our house growing up, the forbidden game was "Risk". Oh my! When I was dating the future Mrs Juvat I brought her home for Christmas to "meet the parents". After dinner, the family decided to play it. At one point during the game, I looked across at the lady I loved and would marry and gained a true understanding of the word "Horror" from the look in her eyes. Fortunately, she still married me and NO, that was the last time I've played the game.juvathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09096708575138552532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-74379771249041511672016-12-14T08:48:29.604-08:002016-12-14T08:48:29.604-08:00I too remember occasions where the family feline w...I too remember occasions where the family feline was trailing tinsel.<br /><br />Good memories Lou, I can almost picture that big lobby with the fireplace and all the comfy chairs. Put a Christmas tree in there, snow outside, a crackling fire and wow, we're talking awesome.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-54661155283985256442016-12-14T08:24:09.790-08:002016-12-14T08:24:09.790-08:00My favorite Christmas memories are from the 1960s ...My favorite Christmas memories are from the 1960s when we owned a small lodge in Red River, NM. The lodge had a large lobby area with a huge fireplace and lots of comfy old couches and chairs. Dad would put up a big tree in the corner of the lobby. We kids would go caroling and then come back to the lodge for hot chocolate and games in the lobby. My brothers and I slept upstairs - and you are right - it was much colder upstairs. My brothers and I would start down the stairs and then stop on the step just a few feet below the first-floor ceiling. It was warm and toasting near the ceiling. As far as cats and Christmas, I have a memory burned into my mind of the cat with a string of tinsel hanging out of its bottom. Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-73074748729365799362016-12-14T08:13:47.901-08:002016-12-14T08:13:47.901-08:00Hahaha!
Thanks Skip.Hahaha!<br /><br />Thanks Skip.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-7135022554165287252016-12-14T08:07:17.896-08:002016-12-14T08:07:17.896-08:00Great tale, Sarge.
We never made it to Christmas m...Great tale, Sarge.<br />We never made it to Christmas morning.<br />The ol' guy in the fur lined red suit always arrived and departed as my kid sisters were just getting ready for bed after their baths.<br />Nobody ever saw him, but he made a heck of a racket.<br />Yup, fond memories.<br />(not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-80266086854777014522016-12-14T07:13:28.542-08:002016-12-14T07:13:28.542-08:00I have ever been amenable to reason.
I also learn...I have ever been amenable to reason.<br /><br />I also learned early on that you always "honor the threat." In other words, don't poke the bear.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-54344256804135059422016-12-14T06:40:34.772-08:002016-12-14T06:40:34.772-08:00Dad never asked if I wanted to help him with proje...Dad never asked if I wanted to help him with projects. One rainy day, he said, "Get in here!" So I went! And we cut some wood in the kitchen. I was having a ball... We shaped a curve on the end, and then a... handle?? What is this thing!?! Holy buckets! It's a paddle!!! My dad made me help him build a stupid paddle. Some rainy day project.<br /><br />He broke it on my backside a few months later. That's when I found out that large knots in wood compromise the integrity of the board. It wasn't even a loose knot either. I contemplated that after I could sit down again.<br /><br />But for all the spankings I got, he never beat me like he got from his dad. Crawled under a bush after a beating to recover enough to walk... Yeah, he NEVER did that me. I can't imagine the pressures on a farmer during the dust bowl. But grandpa was mean before that so...... <br /><br />I'm glad you turned out okay, I probably wouldn't have done as well if I'd skipped getting my shorts dusted.STxARhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04588850178293194825noreply@blogger.com