tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515829.post4911843588104376478..comments2024-03-28T15:19:12.892-07:00Comments on Irons in the Fire: Some things have different effects when you're tiredFirehandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04562365951182027709noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515829.post-26615529151533590292008-08-07T14:13:00.000-07:002008-08-07T14:13:00.000-07:00Fire, she's not bad about regular storms; but if t...Fire, she's not bad about regular storms; but if there's severe stuff moving into my area, she's likely to call.<BR/><BR/>Damn, Gerry, that's a memory to hold on to.Firehandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04562365951182027709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515829.post-52023609917504008282008-08-06T23:35:00.000-07:002008-08-06T23:35:00.000-07:00When I was a sprog of some 5 or 6 summers we lived...When I was a sprog of some 5 or 6 summers we lived in the "town" of Igloo, SD. Next door to us lived Mr. and Mrs La Plante. Mr. L. was a full blood Potawotamie, Mrs. L, a full blood Sioux. In that part of the plains there was lightning and thunder most evenings from early Spring to late Fall. Mr. La Plante would take a kitchen chair onto the back porch after supper to watch the show, as the lightning caused such static that listening to the radio was futile. Half the kids in town, all six of us, would come over to hear his stories, and wait for the "Thunder People" to come for their daily visit. After the lightning and thunder which were, after all, merely the sparks and noise from the hooves of the Thunder Peoples' horses striking the rocks, I would sit on the porch with Mr. La Plante and enjoy the scent of his pipe and the sweetgrass blowing in from the prairie. To this day, a lightning storm is a delight to me, much as is a visit from a much loved relative. My wife, on the other hand is terrified of most any storm. <BR/><BR/>Gerry N.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515829.post-33644015229773631352008-08-06T19:43:00.000-07:002008-08-06T19:43:00.000-07:00AAAAHHHHH, yes....leave it to Mom. My Mother is t...AAAAHHHHH, yes....leave it to Mom. My Mother is the same way. She is terrified of storms and I guess she thinks I should be too. She'll wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me of a storm that is heading for me or ANYWHERE around me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com