tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846178.post6913173892036883134..comments2023-08-19T05:10:16.713-04:00Comments on Always Remember That: The Golf CourseKristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08882807094306934104noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846178.post-16059076025488829992010-11-02T16:01:15.993-04:002010-11-02T16:01:15.993-04:00Dad, I knew I'd get something wrong. I remembe...Dad, I knew I'd get something wrong. I remember now that it was "Buske," although I didn't know that the goat was named after a person.<br /><br />Michelle: You're right about the smell! The funny thing is that my other grandmother's house also has a very distinctive, but completely different, smell. I don't think my mom's house smells like anything particular...I wonder if my kids do?<br /><br />Let me know if you ever get a bar globe!Kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882807094306934104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846178.post-23980040761524222352010-11-01T22:43:56.106-04:002010-11-01T22:43:56.106-04:00It is a shame that the house is vacant and in disr...It is a shame that the house is vacant and in disrepair...I'd love to see Mallory and Phoebe tearing around in there...they'd go nuts in that place.Chrisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846178.post-9357795890166932572010-11-01T22:38:04.939-04:002010-11-01T22:38:04.939-04:00Some people prefer to furnish their homes based on...Some people prefer to furnish their homes based on a particular style, or based on matching items from a catalog or Ikea or something. Others simply fill their homes with things that have special meaning, or with things they like, style and aesthetics be damned. I prefer the latter. These types of dwellings might never make it into an issue of "Better Homes And Gardens", but more often than not they are fascinating to behold. My Grandma and Grandpa Francus' house was like this, with every nook and cranny filled with exotic and crazy artifacts and trinkets, each one with it's own story, each one a reflection/extension of my Grandparents' personality and histories, both individual and shared. Your grandparents house struck me the exact same way...I loved it the first time I walked in there. In fact, I immediately felt as though I was in a weird alternate version of my grandparents house. I remember thinking how cool it must have been to be able to walk out your door and waltz over there whenever you wanted; I could see how that place would have been the coolest house ever for a kid to spend time in. Not just the putt putt course, but the whole "feng-shui" of the place just exuded a sense of fun, much like your grandparents themselves.Chrisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846178.post-37060504059381411302010-11-01T17:40:40.745-04:002010-11-01T17:40:40.745-04:00What a great post! Yes, she did call it the flower...What a great post! Yes, she did call it the flower garden. The last time I saw the inside of the house most of the plants were quite dead, but still there. It was sad because the house was a neat house with a neat history.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13590384618002894570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846178.post-31855460177579118052010-11-01T17:32:08.606-04:002010-11-01T17:32:08.606-04:00I too have a bar globe on my wish list! We always...I too have a bar globe on my wish list! We always talk about the smell of Bon's house. How familiar and homey it is and how somehow it got transferred to the house in town. She once gave me a shirt and three washes later it still smells like Bon's house. I love this post, I lived this post.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16564595265294782345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846178.post-66958416035486408902010-11-01T16:51:11.451-04:002010-11-01T16:51:11.451-04:00The goat was actaully naed "Buske" after...The goat was actaully naed "Buske" after one of Dad's friends who was also hard headed and smelled bad.<br /><br />DadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846178.post-56762913798874312002010-11-01T16:06:37.504-04:002010-11-01T16:06:37.504-04:00Your description of it is perfect. I can picture ...Your description of it is perfect. I can picture it in my mind, reading your words, although Casey, my cousin and I would play "Dukes of Hazzard" with cars there, not barbies. We would also build card houses there because it was the perfect place. I never saw the rock waterfall working, which was sad to me, as was the whole pool situation. When I took the boys there with my mom, I just wanted them to see it, just once and my disappointment that they couldn't because of said disrepair, was profound. I don't know what grandma called the room but I just know it was about the coolest thing ever.aimeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07314942881450137219noreply@blogger.com