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A Story that should be told!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Beautiful day outside here in Northern Ill. 33 degrees, some sun and slight wind. Brings my failing memory back to Christmas's years ago. Times sure have changed, as a kid we sometimes got a homemade gift from family members plus an orange from school teacher. One year I did receive a brand new bicycle, I was the after thought of the family {baby} whereas my older sister Ann403 and brother never got one, they always liked me better. emoticon. We went to Grandma and Grandpa B. S. Warner for New Years Day for Christmas and have oyster soup which I never did learn to like. Looked forward to their gift cause by our standards was very nice, like a new shirt or scarf.
Some have asked me where I got the name Skeeter, was given to me by my Grandpa Bertie Steen Warner. As a young kid would follow him around like a little puppy and always ask him questions, He would say "you pester me just like a mosquito" so eventully shorten it to Skeeter. The name has stuck throuout my life. I have been told by my relatives I most resemble my Grandpa B.S., that gets me to the story of his name. He was born in the late 1800's when it was popular to name you after your mothers maiden name, hence the reason for Steen. I never knew for sure but guessing they gave him Bertie to give him caractor. When born was somewhat small, and might have thought he would need to learn how to be "tuff" if teased about his initials. It did teach him not to take himself serious and have a great sense of humor. All his close friends called him B.S. and I have in my possion his many checks that he signed BS Warner. I could tell many stories but time is limited to one. He invited the neighbors over for a Sunday duck dinner, while eating the neighbor remarked how good the meal was wondered out load where he got the duck, knowing they didn't raise any. B. S. answered I stole it from you Jake. Those were the good ole days.
Hope everyone enjoys their Christmas as much as I always do. Merry Christmas to all and have a very Happy New Year.
The Skeeter
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CRAZYGAGRANNY 1/10/2010 3:26PM

    emoticon Skeeter! I loved this! It brought back so many memories! I do love oyster stew though! I do remember the best Christmas presents were the ones Mama made and the handcrafted things I got from my Dad! Even at Easter I remember him bringing me home easter biddies (live ones) home from the railroad in his lunch box! Oh how my Mama would fuss!

Have a Great Day my Friend!

Barbara

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DOLLIE6 1/8/2010 2:52PM

    I sure enjoyed reading your blogs. Please write more.


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GRAMMACATHY 1/7/2010 10:42PM

    You have the greatest Blogs. Thanks for sharing. My Mom talked about riding in a horse drawn sleigh in North Dakota to her parents friends house. The kids sat in the bottom all wrapped up in a buffalo hide. When they got to the party, the friend had a parrott that only knew how to cuss. Very memorable.

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LEVITE_PRINCESS 1/2/2010 7:08PM

    Omg...I don't know what oyster stew is but your story is great. I was never around my grandpa much growing up and my dad is another whole story. Tell me another one! And tell your pretty wife I said hello.

~Princess~

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SDEHNKE 12/19/2009 3:22PM

    My mother talks of the years that they got an apple and an orange for Christmas and one year they were very prosperous and got a wagon to split between all 3 of the kids. One year was especially lean and my grandma and grandpa didn't have any money for presents. My mother said that grandpa got the bright idea to take his shotgun out and shoot it up in the air. He told the kids that he'd just shot Santy Claus and there wasn't going to be any Christmas. Needless to say, that ruined everybodies Christmas!

Tell us more stories when you have the time, please!

Merry Christmas to you and yours, Skeeter.

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PROVERBS4MOM 12/18/2009 9:36AM

    This reminds me of stories of my Grandaddy! I miss him so. Thank you for sharing.
Merry Christmas!

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ELLENIRENE 12/18/2009 7:39AM

    We always had to go to my oldest brother's for oyster stew Christmas Eve. He's 20 yrs older than me so I was just a younin' but I didn't like oyster stew either.
I like stories like yours--I could listen all day!
Merry Christmas

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ANNE403 12/18/2009 7:09AM

    Brother sure glad I read your recent blog (very good) & I remember the oyster stew Grandma W. made. I always ate it with out the oysters & I liked that. THOSE WERE THE DAYS! As us old timers say! We had so many GOOD TIMES at Grandma & Grandpa Warner's! I always felt I was a favorite of Grandpa's as the first grandchild of our Dad's family. Grandpa W. was my favorite. Grandma was so quiet but Mothers parents were even MORe sO! Well enough of that but we have wonderful memories & happy times. Seems holidays bring a lot of the memories back. Love you Sis (Anne)
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1WALKINGMAN 12/17/2009 6:43PM

    emoticon for sharing those stories. I had wondered how you got the nick name "Skeeter". emoticon

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*EARLENE* 12/17/2009 4:24PM

    Yep, those were the GOOD OLE DAYS!
When I was a kid, we were happy as dickens for what Santa brought us. It wasn't much - but I can't ever remember being disappointed on Christmas morning.
Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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LASHERTHECAT 12/17/2009 3:53PM

    Wonderful memories... thanks for sharing them.

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SPIRITKEEPER 12/17/2009 3:40PM

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Merry Christmas and happy New Year

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