tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944974115288924777.post7129273690367360135..comments2023-11-03T01:12:21.719-07:00Comments on Sports Romance: Dreaming of Dust BowlsK.T. Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11280525472322224744noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944974115288924777.post-37547345261897099202012-09-16T10:40:01.033-07:002012-09-16T10:40:01.033-07:00I've always told classmates we were blessed to...I've always told classmates we were blessed to have grown up in the 70's and 80's. The older generation, 50's and 60's, paved the way for us and I'll always be grateful!K.T. Bishophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11280525472322224744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944974115288924777.post-5336458362835076182012-09-16T10:09:14.845-07:002012-09-16T10:09:14.845-07:00Thank you, Sandy! And thanks to KT Bishop for host...Thank you, Sandy! And thanks to KT Bishop for hosting me again.Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17151324516849567438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944974115288924777.post-21846041789059979362012-09-16T09:59:02.960-07:002012-09-16T09:59:02.960-07:00This story is familiar to me. I didn't grow up...This story is familiar to me. I didn't grow up in the era, but I heard about it. <br /><br />My era was the 50's, and we were poor, but fortunately my grandparents canned vegetables, mom raised chickens that laid eggs, and we had pork and beef. My grandmother made our clothes. Families stuck together then, and now they fight. <br /><br />I like your story.Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01843816981385732033noreply@blogger.com