tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999880454764041260.post5747662884728404520..comments2024-03-21T00:38:31.581-07:00Comments on Beatrice Euphemie: Our Life Together; Our Second MeetingKaren @ Beatrice Euphemiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08631972741518142563noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999880454764041260.post-75649694158384362992011-10-14T19:34:13.982-07:002011-10-14T19:34:13.982-07:00Thank you, Sarah and Christine for your comments. ...Thank you, Sarah and Christine for your comments. Yes, it was an historic time and I don't know if it was 'lucky' that I was old enough to be aware socially of the events of that era, but I do feel like I lived through an amazing time, for good or bad. I feel so fortunate that I have someone who shares these experiences in such a similar way. It was a crazy time. xxKaren @ Beatrice Euphemiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08631972741518142563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999880454764041260.post-75839683270500945472011-10-14T15:06:14.650-07:002011-10-14T15:06:14.650-07:00That brought a lot of memories back. I was 8 year...That brought a lot of memories back. I was 8 years old in 1968. I remember Kent State, and similar riots happening in Portland. It seemed like my entire childhood was dominated by the Vietnam War. Our neighbours were completely off their heads on goodness knows what half the time. It wasn't actually the easiest time to be a child!<br /><br />I love Part Two of your romance. It shows that underneath all the chaos of life and changes, the true things remain unchanging and eternal.<br /><br />Thanks for sharing this with us!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999880454764041260.post-75779865660307937362011-10-13T11:13:16.748-07:002011-10-13T11:13:16.748-07:00I started reading this blog and was thinking to my...I started reading this blog and was thinking to myself, geeze I'm learning more reading this now than I ever did in my History classes. Shh don't tell. But then you went into your love story. I adore listening to them and reading your words. When my Grandmother was alive I would sit and listen to her stories all day long, sure some were redundant but there is something special about listening to how sweethearts met in the past and have managed to keep their spark alive. Thank youSarah Thompsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13430411697690638139noreply@blogger.com