tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3574804016988474063.post8115851469748873586..comments2011-06-15T08:07:08.369-05:00Comments on So...what do you do all day?: Who Says You Can't Go Home?Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02839881396449114046noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3574804016988474063.post-11575112930559391162010-08-20T22:57:31.737-05:002010-08-20T22:57:31.737-05:00I LOVED this post!! I read it the day you posted ...I LOVED this post!! I read it the day you posted and didn't get a chance to comment but have intended to come back and comment because I liked it so much. Anyways, like Cecilia said...it made me want to go home too. There are just those wonderful memories that you want to re-live and hope your children cherish too!Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12962477132741219679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3574804016988474063.post-44539341113142759222010-07-23T22:45:53.136-05:002010-07-23T22:45:53.136-05:00Our family had the same homemade ice cream traditi...Our family had the same homemade ice cream tradition; it was not a family gathering without a bucket of ice cream. And we always sat on the top too - Mom put a pair or two of folded old blue jeans on top of the ice cream bucket and then we sat on top of that. I guess the jeans kept you from getting wet pants. And I'm so glad you put an image of the pickle plate because as soon as you said something about it - I thought well, I have to see this. :) Thanks for the post - it made me want to go home again soon.Ceciliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03640696616816235432noreply@blogger.com