Comments on: Summer Days of Yore http://crestaola.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/summer-days-of-yore/ At night I dream of a beach called Cresta Ola Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:01:16 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Stella K http://crestaola.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/summer-days-of-yore/#comment-250 Stella K Fri, 10 Jul 2009 02:00:58 +0000 http://crestaola.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/summer-days-of-yore/#comment-250 These are the phrases that spoke to me: Life is short and childhood lasts a long time. Build up the memories of being together, for tomorrow comes too quickly. Just beautiful, Kathleen. Very inspirational-- Thank you. These are the phrases that spoke to me:

Life is short and childhood lasts a long time.
Build up the memories of being together, for tomorrow comes too quickly.

Just beautiful, Kathleen. Very inspirational–

Thank you.

]]> By: Bud http://crestaola.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/summer-days-of-yore/#comment-248 Bud Thu, 09 Jul 2009 23:37:24 +0000 http://crestaola.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/summer-days-of-yore/#comment-248 How lovely! This sweet remembrance is warm and gentle and just carries one along...As always, your stories come alive in my mind's eye and make me long to have been among you then... How lovely! This sweet remembrance is warm and gentle and just carries one along…As always, your stories come alive in my mind’s eye and make me long to have been among you then…

]]> By: Patricia Burkhalter http://crestaola.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/summer-days-of-yore/#comment-246 Patricia Burkhalter Thu, 09 Jul 2009 20:10:01 +0000 http://crestaola.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/summer-days-of-yore/#comment-246 Kathleen, I hope this post will be included in your book of memoirs. You must let all your cousins read this one. Kathleen, I hope this post will be included in your book of memoirs. You must let all your cousins read this one.

]]> By: Mark http://crestaola.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/summer-days-of-yore/#comment-245 Mark Thu, 09 Jul 2009 18:32:58 +0000 http://crestaola.wordpress.com/2009/07/09/summer-days-of-yore/#comment-245 I was a listener too. A quiet observer/absorber of daily life and rituals. Even as a boy I knew that things had to change and I too could see time slipping away and worried that a way of life would soon be lost. Love your memories, they rekindle mine. I was a listener too. A quiet observer/absorber of daily life and rituals. Even as a boy I knew that things had to change and I too could see time slipping away and worried that a way of life would soon be lost. Love your memories, they rekindle mine.

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