tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post9195819562234407692..comments2023-11-11T20:58:30.193-05:00Comments on Stop Her She's Knitting!: My Childhood SoundtrackAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17708136104704483342noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post-67284219931048730512008-05-08T16:31:00.000-04:002008-05-08T16:31:00.000-04:00Oh my word, how could I have forgotten the dreaded...Oh my word, how could I have forgotten the dreaded timer! I always managed to gag down my liver and onions before the thing rang but it was a near thing several times.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11326484192966920116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post-67529025778080355012008-05-08T14:14:00.000-04:002008-05-08T14:14:00.000-04:00I am not very good at sitting and listening quietl...I am not very good at sitting and listening quietly. When I hear the most is when I am on my bike going down a quiet road. There is nothing else crowding my mind.spoortshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08328070964233486713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8820369028684428764.post-76470327701046370222008-05-08T09:29:00.000-04:002008-05-08T09:29:00.000-04:00Deb . . . you forgot one childhood audio memory. ...Deb . . . you forgot one childhood audio memory. The tick, tick, tick of "the timer."Donaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00003186471577050460noreply@blogger.com