tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post3118927474035926223..comments2024-03-28T11:38:34.959-05:00Comments on Leaves On My Tree: Mom's CarEmma Springfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-1824244985431132252017-02-09T00:40:03.556-06:002017-02-09T00:40:03.556-06:00My mother was that person that people trusted. The...My mother was that person that people trusted. They knew she was always a calm strong rock when needed. And she was so funny without meaning to be.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-86245427142766383222017-02-08T18:15:12.405-06:002017-02-08T18:15:12.405-06:00That story is a scream! I love it. And I love your...That story is a scream! I love it. And I love your mom even though I did not know her.<br />R Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-57703425165702431222017-02-08T17:17:42.851-06:002017-02-08T17:17:42.851-06:00Thank you for shining a light on my mother's i...Thank you for shining a light on my mother's ingenuity.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-19389482958083800752017-02-08T15:29:48.844-06:002017-02-08T15:29:48.844-06:00If ever a do-it-yourself paint job deserved a glow...If ever a do-it-yourself paint job deserved a glowing review, this one did. Your delightful account of your mother's car certainly qualifies. Thanks, Emma, for sharing the memory. Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-69662131136075274952017-02-07T19:28:19.641-06:002017-02-07T19:28:19.641-06:00My mother was a special lady.My mother was a special lady.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-24015975929324371372017-02-07T19:27:13.558-06:002017-02-07T19:27:13.558-06:00It was in the middle to late 1970's. The bottl...It was in the middle to late 1970's. The bottle deposits were 10 cents. And resourceful is my mom.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-27679925232701007692017-02-07T13:50:13.589-06:002017-02-07T13:50:13.589-06:00What a wonderful story about your mom. And what sp...What a wonderful story about your mom. And what spirit! :)troutbirderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14087811292280881959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-29955882515888882762017-02-07T13:48:14.386-06:002017-02-07T13:48:14.386-06:00This is one of the best stories about your family,...This is one of the best stories about your family, Emma, not that so many others have not been wonderful. It's just that reading about your mother's resourcefulness and the story of the blue paint car really made me in awe of her. I can recall as kids that we would find refundable bottles and use the money for ice pops, but never did we get enough towards a car, insurance or gas. You didn't mention the time period so I was wondering it this was in the 1930s or 40s and also what the deposit amounts might have been.Beatrice P. Boydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08281239556392874979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-23685597680768491262017-02-07T11:20:12.942-06:002017-02-07T11:20:12.942-06:00I am glad you enjoyed it. My mother was so funny w...I am glad you enjoyed it. My mother was so funny without trying to be.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-87672571905398884512017-02-07T11:19:19.580-06:002017-02-07T11:19:19.580-06:00It is truly amazing how fast it can be to earn mon...It is truly amazing how fast it can be to earn money just by recycling cans and bottles. Your poor mother. Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-84980128993091423872017-02-07T11:17:22.153-06:002017-02-07T11:17:22.153-06:00I do like the color blue and I am unusually attrac...I do like the color blue and I am unusually attracted to blue cars. That one went a little to far.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-33809135969900125732017-02-07T08:38:37.656-06:002017-02-07T08:38:37.656-06:00I smiled and laughed at this post, Emma. Such a gr...I smiled and laughed at this post, Emma. Such a great testament to your mother's hard work and determination. The colour was perfect! Great story!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-41605072845857232262017-02-07T08:34:21.595-06:002017-02-07T08:34:21.595-06:00Moms sure are something. My mom collected cans for...Moms sure are something. My mom collected cans for scrap, back in the seventies. She enlisted her grandchildren, and could be seen slowly driving along a berm while grandchildren put cans in the trunk. One day she make my sister drop her at the bottom of a hill, to collect cans. Mom would meet her at the top. Mom never came up. My sister found her in the ditch with a broken ankle, being tended by strangers. My sister was unhappiest at what the strangers implied about making your mother walk up the hill, gathering cans. That was the end of mom's recycle business.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-30545336285345244002017-02-07T06:42:00.347-06:002017-02-07T06:42:00.347-06:00Wow, respect, Emma: I love it when people work to ...Wow, respect, Emma: I love it when people work to realize their dreams! And the blue must heve looked fantastic. Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com