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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Dad's on the warpath (nothing new) I am up in the treehouse safe from his rath. He doesn't know I'm here, I'm very quiet, I laugh at fear. I hear him getting madder but I don't care He's too big to climb the ladder. Ha, ha. Ida Werrett |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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KeyLimeSorbet Member
since 2008-03-05
Posts 74Colorado |
This has comletely made my day, this is why: For the past couple of days my dad has been avoiding me, and the more he aviods me, the madder i think he is, so i in turn avoid him!! lol, but the ha ha at the end gave me such a laugh thinking back to my childish thoughts! :-) |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Ida, Just hang up there kid. Dad will get over it in time. Bobby |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Gosh! I wish that I had had a tree house! Mind you, my Dad was 6'5". He may not have fitted in the tree house ~ but he would have been as tall as the tree!  Charming write, Dear Ida! Loving hug 'n a smile, Linda |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Thank you all for your comments. Linda, We just happened to rent a house that had an old tree house in a large tree (pretty high up) Good hiding place. Ida |
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LadyTom Member
since 2008-02-29
Posts 353LA, CA |
Make me laugh. You must have done something naughty.  Love this one. |
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effjayel Senior Member
since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474At the Crossroads of Infinity |
Ida, this brought back memories of when I was a kid, forty too many years ago. The house we lived in had a single story out building ( called a wash house) that was divided into 3. One room stored the coal, one had a toilet in it & the other was where the washing used to be done. When my brother & I got my Dad mad, we would climb the tree beside it & crawl along a branch to get on the roof and tease him...then we had to come down and face him. He never raised ahand to us, only his voice & that was enough to make us tremble ! I often think how life has improved when I smell barbecues here in the summer. In the old days we used to go outside to the bathroom & eat in the house...  enjoyed this, thanks John |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
(lol) Crazy and wonderful! jimmy |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A great one, dear Ida!! Smart little girl! Love. Margherita |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
John-I remember those days. My Dad had a fierce Irish temper and a wicked sense of humor. The problem was you never knew whiich one was going to surface at any given time. When the temper came out your best options were quiet and absent. I became very good at finding hiding places. |
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