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Hi,
I was thinking of things that happened years ago during my lifetime.
I grew up in a large family. My mom and dad had 10 children, seven girls and three boys (there are only three of us left). We were a happy bunch. I graduated from St. Andrew's School in 1932, which was during Herbert Hoover's days and during the depression. I went to work at Brown Shoe Factory at 14 years old. They didn't ask for a birth certificate at that time. I worked for 11 years, and married Ernest Boyer, who was in the U.S. Navy, in 1944.
He was on a transport ship that took servicemen overseas. The ship would be gone three to four weeks and then back in port at Portsmouth, Va.
I got a job in the Navy yard as a chauffeur, driving cars, trucks, and a big bus like our school buses. After eight months there, my husband's ship came into New York, so we moved to New York City. We were there about a year, and I got a job driving forklifts and tractors at the Army base until the war ended and we came home to Murphysboro.
We had four children, three girls and a boy. I worked as a waitress for a while at the Elks, Legion and V.F.W. Then I got a job as a rural mail carrier and I retired from that job.
Ernie passed away on March 17, 1984. I married Fred Graff on April 16, 1988. We had 17 years together, and he passed away on May 9, 2005.
I feel like as a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a step mother, that God has been good to me all these years. I also enjoyed being a manager for a girls ball team, and leader of q 4-H club for 22 years. Now I'm retired and enjoying my kids and grand kids, and playing Bingo and cards.
My gem... Footprints in the sands of time are never made by sitting down.
Today I have a poem on Grammar Notes.
I'm wishing you all a happy and safe Thanksgiving Day!
GRAMMAR NOTES
We begin with box;
the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox
should be oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose,
but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of mouse
should never be meese.
You find a lone mouse,
or a whole nest of mice,
But the plural of house
is houses, not hice.
Hi,
I was thinking of things that happened years ago during my lifetime.
I grew up in a large family. My mom and dad had 10 children, seven girls and three boys (there are only three of us left). We were a happy bunch. I graduated from St. Andrew's School in 1932, which was during Herbert Hoover's days and during the depression. I went to work at Brown Shoe Factory at 14 years old. They didn't ask for a birth certificate at that time. I worked for 11 years, and married Ernest Boyer, who was in the U.S. Navy, in 1944.
He was on a transport ship that took servicemen overseas. The ship would be gone three to four weeks and then back in port at Portsmouth, Va.
I got a job in the Navy yard as a chauffeur, driving cars, trucks, and a big bus like our school buses. After eight months there, my husband's ship came into New York, so we moved to New York City. We were there about a year, and I got a job driving forklifts and tractors at the Army base until the war ended and we came home to Murphysboro.
We had four children, three girls and a boy. I worked as a waitress for a while at the Elks, Legion and V.F.W. Then I got a job as a rural mail carrier and I retired from that job.
Ernie passed away on March 17, 1984. I married Fred Graff on April 16, 1988. We had 17 years together, and he passed away on May 9, 2005.
I feel like as a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a step mother, that God has been good to me all these years. I also enjoyed being a manager for a girls ball team, and leader of q 4-H club for 22 years. Now I'm retired and enjoying my kids and grand kids, and playing Bingo and cards.
My gem... Footprints in the sands of time are never made by sitting down.
Today I have a poem on Grammar Notes.
I'm wishing you all a happy and safe Thanksgiving Day!
GRAMMAR NOTES
We begin with box;
the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox
should be oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose,
but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of mouse
should never be meese.
You find a lone mouse,
or a whole nest of mice,
But the plural of house
is houses, not hice.
The plural of man
is always called men.
Why shouldn't the plural,
of pan be called pen?
If I speak of a foot
and show my two feet,
And I give you a boot,
would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth,
Why shouldn't the plural of
booth be called beeth?
If the singular's this
and the plural is these,
Should the plural of kiss
ever be written keese?
We speak of brother
and also of brethren,
But though we say mother,
we never say methren.
The masculine pronouns
are he, his and him,
then imagine the feminine,
she, shis and shim.
So English, I think,
you all will agree
Is the funniest language
you ever did see.
