If you don't eat your meat you can't have any pudding.
"HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING IF YOU DON'T EAT YOUR MEAT!!!"
If you don't eat your meat you can't have any pudding.
1921, the year my Dad was born.
The 30-30 has killed more deer and black bear then all the other calibers added up.
That's not true. According to FBI statistics more deer and bear have been killed with clubs, arrows and spears than with 30-30 rifles.
That's not true. According to FBI statistics more deer and bear have been killed with clubs, arrows and spears than with 30-30 rifles.
Who moved my cheese.
Who cut the cheese????????????
Makes me think, after spending a weekend visitin' family out in the 'burbs of Virginia it's a relief to smell cow poop and skunks on the way home. It means we're almost home.Can you imagine how bad the stench was in Noah's ark![]()
It's also missed more dear and black bears.The 30-30 has killed more deer and black bear then all the other calibers added up.
Simply put, no one understands what this thread is about, other than whatever comes to mind. So...what's hard to understand about that?
So, it's a thread about nothing? Someone could almost make a TV show about that.
Well, me for one. That's when I made my grand appearance.
What's amatter? Everybody hanging back cause we're close to 2,000?
Oh, my apologies then. I was thinking about Pearl Harbor and such.
"HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING IF YOU DON'T EAT YOUR MEAT!!!"
No problem. I was 6 months and counting on that day (Dec 7th). I obviously can't remember it but I've heard this story so many time it seems real. We had company for Sunday dinner that day. A pleasant meal and an afternoon well spent with aunts and uncles. They left late afternoon and it was only after the dinner dishes were done and put away that 'we' turned on the radio to listen to the 6 o'clock news. Our lives were turned upside down. My father immediately enlisted in the Navy, went through basic in Michigan, and then was stationed in Jacksonville for the duration of the war. We were nearly penniless and moved to Cincinnati to live with family, eventually moving to Jacksonville to be with him until the war ended. My earliest memories are of living on that military base in Florida.
A tragic time for sure, and I am so sorry that my post suggested otherwise. It was insensitive of me.
Approaching 1941. That was a very good year.