Thanks for the laughs and story; I was bitten in the face when I was very little, fortunately no lasting damage, similar to the time someone went to toss a fishing line and as it went back it caught me in the lip, no lasting damage there either. My guardian angel needed to retire after I was in a car accident at four and ended up in a sw…
Thanks for the laughs and story; I was bitten in the face when I was very little, fortunately no lasting damage, similar to the time someone went to toss a fishing line and as it went back it caught me in the lip, no lasting damage there either. My guardian angel needed to retire after I was in a car accident at four and ended up in a swamp with just enough water to soften the weight but not enough to drown me. A nurse found the car and had some guys lift the car off me. And that's just my early years!
Well, DD, I guess you were a real catch, having that hook in your lip. Explains why your friends nicknamed you Sea Bass, after that incident.
Haha
Glad you were spared when you were a kid in that swamp wreck. Your work here, clearly not finished, as you had a lifetime of influencing others ahead of you, lucky for us too.
My mom, at age 17 (1947) was a first time "student"behind the wheel of a mid 40's Chevy rental car. She was being tutored by her mom in the passenger seat, showing her the beautiful state of Cali, heading towards AZ out of Gilroy CA.
Heading back to NJ from a trip out there to see moms future hubby, Richard, who was stationed at a Navy base near San Diego, the trip ended rapidly, as my mom's green driving skills, and a wet curved road, found my mom through the windshield, lying on the highway, and Grandma with an iron guardrail clear through the car's body, and out the other side of grandma's back. Being killed instantly, and my mom in a coma for 3 days in a CA hospital changed my mom forever.
When mom passed in 2013,I found the newspaper clip referencing the accident. Old car design, 1940's tire compounds, guardrais not yet designed to "give way" and absorb impact, and a young, inexperienced girl, all factors that led to the tragedy. Grandma is buried in an Elisabeth NJ plot that overlooks the Budweiser plant, which from what I hear, fit my grandmothers Irish drinking ladies personality
Glad you made it out of the swamp, ultimately being able to (hopefully) watch the DC swamp be drained
Thanks for the laughs and story; I was bitten in the face when I was very little, fortunately no lasting damage, similar to the time someone went to toss a fishing line and as it went back it caught me in the lip, no lasting damage there either. My guardian angel needed to retire after I was in a car accident at four and ended up in a swamp with just enough water to soften the weight but not enough to drown me. A nurse found the car and had some guys lift the car off me. And that's just my early years!
Wow!
Well, DD, I guess you were a real catch, having that hook in your lip. Explains why your friends nicknamed you Sea Bass, after that incident.
Haha
Glad you were spared when you were a kid in that swamp wreck. Your work here, clearly not finished, as you had a lifetime of influencing others ahead of you, lucky for us too.
My mom, at age 17 (1947) was a first time "student"behind the wheel of a mid 40's Chevy rental car. She was being tutored by her mom in the passenger seat, showing her the beautiful state of Cali, heading towards AZ out of Gilroy CA.
Heading back to NJ from a trip out there to see moms future hubby, Richard, who was stationed at a Navy base near San Diego, the trip ended rapidly, as my mom's green driving skills, and a wet curved road, found my mom through the windshield, lying on the highway, and Grandma with an iron guardrail clear through the car's body, and out the other side of grandma's back. Being killed instantly, and my mom in a coma for 3 days in a CA hospital changed my mom forever.
When mom passed in 2013,I found the newspaper clip referencing the accident. Old car design, 1940's tire compounds, guardrais not yet designed to "give way" and absorb impact, and a young, inexperienced girl, all factors that led to the tragedy. Grandma is buried in an Elisabeth NJ plot that overlooks the Budweiser plant, which from what I hear, fit my grandmothers Irish drinking ladies personality
Glad you made it out of the swamp, ultimately being able to (hopefully) watch the DC swamp be drained
Oh dear DD that is terrible. I’m glad things turned out for the good.
Thank you for your kind words.I know we haven’t always been on the same page, and I appreciate your wishes.