tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post6553604697780006270..comments2024-02-13T03:44:31.734-05:00Comments on The Chicken's Consigliere: Vi Chronicles: Charming MattyChickenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609788440028784698noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-29053710233527933752013-09-20T18:43:09.927-04:002013-09-20T18:43:09.927-04:00Hi Blissed-Out Grandma-thanks so much for visiting...Hi Blissed-Out Grandma-thanks so much for visiting and reading the Vi Chronicles. I'm glad you like them. There are lots of stories:-) I agree, there is something nice about traditional names, and old family names are extra special.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-12245910513586939752013-09-20T13:16:35.550-04:002013-09-20T13:16:35.550-04:00I remember fishing with a cane pole, too, and stru...I remember fishing with a cane pole, too, and struggling because it was so awkward. Now I'm the grandma that cleans the fish if we catch any keepers. But the lake where we now rent a place mostly has very small panfish, so the grandkids' lasting memory may be that of eating a fish dinner at the restaurant down the road. Which is okay, too...their parents don't like fish at all so it's another part of our legacy. <br /><br />I enjoy your Vi Chronicles; I'll be back to read more. And thanks for stopping by and commenting on my blog. I love that kids are being given traditional names; my granddaughter Vi is named for a great-great-grandmother. Nancy/BLissed-Out Grandmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17223278142557533175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-45874508659937235152013-09-20T00:31:23.545-04:002013-09-20T00:31:23.545-04:00Lentils. Lentils are the answer. They don't ta...Lentils. Lentils are the answer. They don't taste like bacon, but you don't have to kill them either :)<br /><br />I hold great hope for the fake meat being worked on these days.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-19524696240384648672013-09-19T23:48:45.374-04:002013-09-19T23:48:45.374-04:00This is going to sound gross, but when I first lea...This is going to sound gross, but when I first learned to clean fish, I kind of enjoyed it. I think I might not enjoy it anymore. My family is a hoot. A hoot on steroids. Your's sounds the same:-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-13325789339664726762013-09-19T23:47:09.166-04:002013-09-19T23:47:09.166-04:00Hi Jenny-we seem to be much more open to things wh...Hi Jenny-we seem to be much more open to things when we are kids, don't we? My latest thing is every time I eat meat, I imagine it being the days of farm to table, and me having to be the one to kill the beast. I know I could kill a fish, I think I could kill a chicken or a turkey, but I am almost sure I couldn't kill a cow, a deer, or a pig. Which totally is NOT in line with my love of bacon. I'm s till trying to decide what to do about that. I'm hoping bacon meat cubes might be the answer.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-20836753948528675222013-09-19T22:40:25.628-04:002013-09-19T22:40:25.628-04:00My grandma lived on Lake Lure in NC. She loved fis...My grandma lived on Lake Lure in NC. She loved fishing. She took us every time we came up. I remember her teaching us to clean them in the kitchen sink.<br /><br />Great memories.<br /><br />Your family sounds like a hoot.Simply Suthernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13057516546779066925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-84600321513976781982013-09-19T22:18:25.950-04:002013-09-19T22:18:25.950-04:00I fished when I was a kid, too. Couldn't do it...I fished when I was a kid, too. Couldn't do it now unless it was after the apocalypse and I was starving. I couldn't even watch the whole video, for pete's sake!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-42876784163032373522013-09-19T21:12:19.015-04:002013-09-19T21:12:19.015-04:00Hi Linda-tell that story! The first fish story, th...Hi Linda-tell that story! The first fish story, the Mattie story...All the stories:-) I want to read them!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-44482112536667854992013-09-19T20:57:09.857-04:002013-09-19T20:57:09.857-04:00What a delightful post that took me back to my chi...What a delightful post that took me back to my children's early days when they caught their first fish. I knew a Mattie once. We probably all have :)Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-29189302086617189232013-09-19T19:49:05.931-04:002013-09-19T19:49:05.931-04:00Hi Shelly-I was having fun, no worries, there. I ...Hi Shelly-I was having fun, no worries, there. I recognize that it's not the epitome of a carefree childhood, but I was somehow. I like your message to yourself. I wish that message on every kid everywhere.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592239604136907392.post-55212393403522497452013-09-19T19:40:02.584-04:002013-09-19T19:40:02.584-04:00Wow- what a story! Poor you- at least Matty recogn...Wow- what a story! Poor you- at least Matty recognized you for that fish later.<br /><br />If I could go back and tell the kid I once was something? Hmmm. I guess it would be- You're going to have a really great life.Shellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04930262815304757150noreply@blogger.com