tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155887.post1572749477157809787..comments2023-08-03T07:18:44.184-07:00Comments on Wendy Roberts: Why do you love what you love?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155887.post-10292324321872104242007-12-19T07:13:00.000-08:002007-12-19T07:13:00.000-08:00b.e. and cessie, what beautiful memories!b.e. and cessie, what beautiful memories!Wendy Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02619336710125018971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155887.post-58012270197516609132007-12-19T06:47:00.000-08:002007-12-19T06:47:00.000-08:00Canada Mints. I know they taste like pepto, and p...Canada Mints. I know they taste like pepto, and pepto IS guaranteed to make me puke (thereby feeling better if I actually suck it up and take it), but these candies remind me of going to my great aunt's house. There was always a bowl of them on the end table near the door. My grammy (her sister) died when I was quite little, so she took on the roll of grandmother quite lovingly. Everytime I Celestehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05763211746654246650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155887.post-73516727892667590452007-12-18T20:51:00.000-08:002007-12-18T20:51:00.000-08:00Marzipan reminds me of my dad, but I never develop...Marzipan reminds me of my dad, but I never developed a taste for it. Chocolate covered cherries remind me of my mom. Licorice reminds me of Christmas at my grandparents house when I was small.<BR/><BR/>When my parents moved out of the house we all grew up in, they gave a lot of their x-mas ornaments and knick-knacks to us kids. Unpacking the decorations is a walk down memory lane for me - my B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.com