So, what are we supposed to be discussing here? [1] Grampy Bobby's ancestors? [2] Grampy Bobby himself? [3] Grampy Bobby's rather artless over-egged writing style? Why not just be clear as to what you want?
None of the above. It's not what I want, F; it's what will help keep our conversation
entertaining (and alive). So just share your own fictionalized ancestral stories and unique whimsies.
Try to have a little fun. Let's sweep out the hospital while we die.
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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby [b]Boston Lad's Ancestors (unworthy of submission)
Once upon a time, very long ago, before we were born or our parents or ancestors, even before Adam & Eve (actually, Isha, but who cares), someone had an idea, a very good idea indeed; and the person who had that idea lived alone in small two room cottage at the edge of a great forest, in which a ...[text shortened]... heir spare time. (The End)
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Old Oscar Pepper told Mr. Boston that he saw Paul Jones take Calvert's daughter down Cobb's Creek thru Crab Orchard back of the Old Log Cabin at Green River and for a Silver Dollar he had her Bottoms Up beside the Four Roses and tickled her Old Drum with Three Feathers and said "Let's have a ride", so he got her out his White Horse and gave her a shot of Cream of Kentucky and thus produced the Wilkins Family.
Old Oscar Pepper told Mr. Boston that he saw Paul Jones take Calvert's daughter down Cobb's Creek thru Crab Orchard back of the Old Log Cabin at Green River and for a Silver Dollar he had her Bottoms Up beside the Four Roses and tickled her Old Drum with Three Feathers and said "Let's have a ride", so he got her out his White Horse and gave her a shot of Cream of Kentucky and thus produced the Wilkins Family.
Hey, Pal, that's not too bad but you really should check out ancestry.com
A little preparationH never hurts (too much).
Remember, it's not what you look at but wut you see.
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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby Hey, Pal, that's not too bad but you really should check out ancestry.com
A little preparationH never hurts (too much).
Remember, it's not what you look at but wut you see.
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"Me" & "You" finally decided to move away from the City of Boston. Noise from Logan Airport was deafening, especially with "You's" inflamed eardrums. She had herself to blame. Wearing those large teardrop earrings caused the anvils to complain and, eventually, quit. Attractive home they found in The Berkshires near Lee nearly broke their modest bank. Being young and without children, they bought it anyway with a minimum downpayment. Realtor was an Olde Grandfather who played checkers (and the Chinese Variation) several mornings each week at the local coffee shoppe in Downtown Lee. His questionable sales skills weren't the reason for the sale; Must Have Feature was the lake which was within walking distance.
During the next five years, three children arrived on the idyllic scene. They named the first robust boy "Red"; middle child, an attractive blond baby girl who insisted on wearing big fake toy earring while still in her Pretty Pink Pampers (which they got for free since one of "Me's" old football friends worked as an Marketing Executive with Procter & Gamble) they named "Hottie". Third child was frail and weak since day one out from the oven. Appropriately, the name he wore until his death at the age of seventeen was "Peon". Across the lake there was a brilliant, scientifically minded family doctor who did his level best to cure and (then later) nurture the scrawny kid. Doctor Ponder kept extensive profiles and records and would rummage through then into the wee hours looking for some faint thread of evidence for his diagnoses. (to be cont'd)
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Buying a home by Laurel Lake became one of the best decisions Me and You had ever made. Its presence served to create a passive tone which tenderized their otherwise hectic and hard core workaday world. One of the 'worst decisions' was exposing the children to poetry at an early age. One particularly lazy summer weekend, You and two of her dear friends attented a poetry reading at the Ford Hall Forum in Boston. Many famous poets had given readings from their works there over the years. This year the new Activities Director had decided to schedule several as yet unpublished, aspiring poets as well. You had offerred to provide lodging for one of these young geniuses at their spacious home in Lee.
Evening was splendid. One by one, all of the poets mesmerized the hall. At the Invitation Only Reception following the poets were introduced to the patrons in whose homes they would stay. It was fascination at first sight! You and her two friends couldn't get enough of Rookie2e4, who was assigned to You and Me. During a leisurely, moonlit drive home, Rook regaled them with stories and anecdotes gathered during his barding around the past year. (to be continued)
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Boston Lad's Ancestors (unworthy of submission)
25 Jan '13 16:04
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