tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post2687135596757505665..comments2023-10-25T04:56:32.032-05:00Comments on Channeling Erma: A Box That RocksJudy Merrill Larsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675069484490433295noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-4150052922800920442008-08-26T12:18:00.000-05:002008-08-26T12:18:00.000-05:00Wasn't Esmerelda one of the witches on "Bewitched?...Wasn't Esmerelda one of the witches on "Bewitched?"Melanie Lynne Hauserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11055821002829238757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-56680034214129907742008-08-26T11:45:00.000-05:002008-08-26T11:45:00.000-05:00Love the "boxed" memories! I had an extraordinary...Love the "boxed" memories! I had an extraordinary fourth grade teacher that had us construct a television out of cardboard boxes and put on newscasts and shows for weeks. And well, being an only child, I could definitely hole up in a dishwasher box for days on end with my collection of bears and raggedy ann. My Raggedy Ann's name was Esmerelda. If you know why then you watched TV in Seattle in the 60's.Suzanne Macphersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09294544251490293666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-33804217557076721572008-08-26T09:48:00.000-05:002008-08-26T09:48:00.000-05:00Oh, yeah--I had a bad record with those--one time ...Oh, yeah--I had a bad record with those--one time I threw one which ended up sticking out of the side of a neighbor's house. Another time I threw one down (while I was waiting my turn) and it stabbed me in the foot.<BR/><BR/>But every family in my neighborhood had a set. What were we thinking?<BR/><BR/>(I also remember when Mr. Potato Head involved using a real potato and the face pieces were sharp metal so you could stab them into the potato!)Judy Merrill Larsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06675069484490433295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-38941670527041378502008-08-26T09:37:00.000-05:002008-08-26T09:37:00.000-05:00Whenever I get too nostalgic for my childhood, Jud...Whenever I get too nostalgic for my childhood, Judy, and start to get weepy about how things were so much better then...<BR/><BR/>I remind myself that those were also the days of Lawn Jarts. Remember those? Lethal weapons marketed as children's toys? <BR/><BR/>Boy, were those the good ol' days!Melanie Lynne Hauserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11055821002829238757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-80539943638706842352008-08-26T08:39:00.000-05:002008-08-26T08:39:00.000-05:00Oh, I remember those boxes. When someone on the s...Oh, I remember those boxes. When someone on the street would get a new large appliance, it was a field day for all the kids. Remember rolling all across someone's lawn in them? The romance of those simpler times does make me nostalgic.<BR/><BR/>Great post!Judy Merrill Larsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06675069484490433295noreply@blogger.com