tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024200559736996534.post8499840822031014504..comments2023-11-25T07:32:42.065-07:00Comments on The Zees Go West: Life in a small New Hampshire town, remembered with fondnessclairzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12076402619649343527noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024200559736996534.post-27794479233269154112008-05-30T12:13:00.000-06:002008-05-30T12:13:00.000-06:00Let me try this comment again, with corrections.Er...Let me try this comment again, with corrections.<BR/><BR/>Erikka, I pretty much wrote this post for you, in the hope that you would read it. Thank you for leaving a comment. Now I suppose I will have to explain "drug ducky" to the rest of the reading public. Stay tuned for a future post. <BR/><BR/>Towanda, thank you for reading. That house was gorgeous for the moment in that photo. Seconds later the paint started flaking off again. A 225-year old house makes the term "money pit" have a whole new and very personal meaning. Perhaps I will post more on the house--there are way more stories to be told about it!clairzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12076402619649343527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024200559736996534.post-59710904233324205822008-05-30T12:11:00.000-06:002008-05-30T12:11:00.000-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.clairzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12076402619649343527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024200559736996534.post-5644471168488548362008-05-30T12:01:00.000-06:002008-05-30T12:01:00.000-06:00Hi Clairz! I'm back and catching up on your blog....Hi Clairz! I'm back and catching up on your blog. Your old house in New Hampshire is just gorgeous ... do you miss it? Loved all the stories you have about the house.<BR/><BR/>I am learning that leaving behind our old homes is a bittersweet time. We may not be able to return and walk through it again, but we take all the precious memories with us.Towandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18245494480579308875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024200559736996534.post-9282326289039205072008-05-30T11:36:00.000-06:002008-05-30T11:36:00.000-06:00I remember the ghost stories...and climbing INTO t...I remember the ghost stories...and climbing INTO those dark, squishy hiding spots...and I love seeing your old house every time I go back home and drive past it.<BR/><BR/>And I remember "drug duckie," which has forever endeared those odd woven ducks in my heart.Akkirehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12448133755067849396noreply@blogger.com