tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post7520621011150118641..comments2017-01-02T10:14:41.494-08:00Comments on Family Lines: Monday Memory - funny times in IdahoTonya Graham Jamoishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-19447000450072727132009-10-19T19:30:10.397-07:002009-10-19T19:30:10.397-07:00I forgot about grandpa's nickname. That struc...I forgot about grandpa's nickname. That struck me as odd, but early on I didn't think about it. I'd love to hear more of your memories. I didn't really know Great Grandma, only met her a couple of times when I was real little.Tonya Graham Jamoishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00861314802113910657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-9885577482906684692009-10-19T18:28:28.151-07:002009-10-19T18:28:28.151-07:00I have so many memories - it is hard to narrow it ...I have so many memories - it is hard to narrow it down. <br /><br />We did ride the 3 wheeler - but not nearly as much as the boys. Coming from my mom I expected that we (girls) could do anything boys could do (sometimes better). I found out in Fruitland that boys were allowed to ride motor vehicles without asking - We always asked. Girls were expected to help clean up and do dishes (boys were not).<br /><br />The first time I took my husband (he wasn't at the time) up to meet my grandparents. He was shocked that my grandmother would call my grandfather "fat" as his nickname. He was anything but fat. <br /><br />We would stay at Grandma and Grandpa Grahams for a while during the summer. Sometimes without my parents. They always told us we sounded like a bunch of elephants upstairs. I swear we weren't jumping around, etc. <br /><br />I will think about things and reflect on some other items. I will post comments about Grandpa Shelton - there are many. As well as Great Grandma Graham and Eugine. Also Tenny and Minty - funny names - funny times.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08919026512474126998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4349814198278039180.post-10293978045277877362009-10-19T11:58:01.072-07:002009-10-19T11:58:01.072-07:00I remember riding on the three-wheeler with my bro...I remember riding on the three-wheeler with my brother Nathan at Milton's (my uncle's) house when Aunt Janis came running out waving her arms like mad at us to come inside. We waved and kept on going. There was a plane flying so close to the ground that we were absolutely thrilled. The plane kept flying low right over the field we were riding around. Awesome. Janis finally got her message across and we came back to the farmhouse. The plane was a crop duster and was trying to spray pesticides on the field! Duh. I felt really embarrassed that we were so stupid...city kids! -TaraUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439857272427794759noreply@blogger.com