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'BACK HOME WE CALLS 'EM FLOWERS'

Story ID:1897
Written by:Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Organization:Retired RN/Freelance Writer and Photographer
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Clarenville Newfoundland and Labrador Canada
Year:1980
Person:A Special Flower and Me!
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Posted 04/02/2007 23:18 by K. L. Farnum | Reply
How true, as I child I remember picking them for my mother, and I have been honored to have them picked for me by my son. "Dandelions are flowers".
Posted 03/31/2007 06:00 by Betty (BJ) Roan | Reply
I'm with you, dandelions are flowers. When I was a little girl, I used to pick them for my mother. She would put them in a jelly jar and set them in the middle of the table. Just yesterday, I pulled in my driveway and saw dandelions dotting my back yard. The sight gave a little tug to my heart. BJ
Posted 03/31/2007 10:02 by Nancy J. Kopp | Reply
When I was a little girl, we picked dandelions and held them under someone's chin. If you saw yellow on their chin, it meant they liked butter. And of course, everyone's chin turned yellow. In the little coal mining town where my mother grew up, the truly poverty stricken people gathered the dandelions and cooked them. Mother ate them at a classmate's home, and when she told her mother when she got home, the response was "We may be poor, but we're not THAT poor! You're never to eat them again!"
Nancy
Posted 03/31/2007 13:39 | Reply
another good one girl........keep it up eh.arose
Posted 04/01/2007 20:39 by Kathleene S Baker | Reply
No matter where you might be, everyone knows the dandelion! I remember picking them as a child also. Oh, but how sad it must have been when you lost your precious guinea pig! I've never had one but think they are cute as can be.
Kathy Baker
Posted 04/23/2007 04:48 by Susan Hammett Poole | Reply
I can hardly express to you just how much I loved your story, beginning with the title. Every paragraph is chock full of descriptions...the way you developed this piece, it was as if you were showing me a movie. Memories of my family's front yard in Georgia flashed before me...we had the dandelions, too. Yes, the yellow flowery stage was pretty, but my favorite stage was the white puffy one when we children would pretend they were powderpuffs, then we'd blow on the wispy puffs or twirl around holding a handful of them and watch the air catch the bouquet, leaving just the naked stalks. They were the first thing that popped up in the newly-mowed lawn, much to my dad's dismay! Bonnie, I'm just thinking, maybe God made dandelions for the pure pleasure of children!