tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31566611.post7339881297539048173..comments2023-11-03T06:17:51.479-07:00Comments on daybyday: Hildredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05420791064923078834noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31566611.post-42911703417368838342012-02-29T18:46:06.324-08:002012-02-29T18:46:06.324-08:00Lovely memories and great that you found the senio...Lovely memories and great that you found the senior center (to play more bridge and make more memories!). My 104 year old Aunt told me the other day (on the phone) that she's had to give up two of her five bridge clubs -- because, she said, "everybody else died." (She used to tell me that she could only call me on Saturday afternoon because she was too busy on the other days!)Sallie (FullTime-Life)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15442598857394838271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31566611.post-48973630315672842762012-02-27T10:53:30.685-08:002012-02-27T10:53:30.685-08:00I so envy you those evenings playing cards. My fol...I so envy you those evenings playing cards. My folks used to play cribbage, and my mother and I played canasta. But as an adult, I've never had those sorts of times. I'm so happy you've found new people to play bridge with. Now that's a game I've never played. It's like chess to me - an entirely different language. :<)Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31566611.post-5526525209581522112012-02-27T03:45:07.811-08:002012-02-27T03:45:07.811-08:00Ah Hildred - time passes - friends go on to live i...Ah Hildred - time passes - friends go on to live in other places, or pass away, or sink into dementia - it is just the same here. We who are still relatively well have to go on, find new things to do, enjoy life and be thankful for what we have. I have not played bridge for years - don't think I would be as brave as you were.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31566611.post-16761601954274892572012-02-26T14:03:54.571-08:002012-02-26T14:03:54.571-08:00Dear HIldred, I love when you write a post tying t...Dear HIldred, I love when you write a post tying the present with the past. I get immersed in the story and think of some of my own that are similar (though I never played bridge myself). I can tell that you and Charles will go back and play bridge again until the weather cooperates and you can play outside in the garden. By the way, Bob's favorite pie is a lemon merengue (made by our good friend, Barb S). She always makes him one for his b-day.Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984171407726520584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31566611.post-70835530548969078842012-02-26T10:56:08.806-08:002012-02-26T10:56:08.806-08:00I've never played bridge and I doubt I would h...I've never played bridge and I doubt I would have had the concentration for it. I do recall the sort of relaxed Saturday evenings when friends gathered, maybe several were playing Rook or Monopoly, others shared opinion about a book recently making the rounds or clustered near the piano to sing. Fruit salad and popcorn, youngsters getting sleepy--and yes, so many of those friends moved away or have passed away.<br />I've just brought in daffodils from one of the naturalized patches down the road and clipped some twigs from the goat willow in the front yard.Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.com