Thursday, November 13, 2008

Topic of the Day & Picture Trivia

Picture trivia...who is on the porch? And Annette, did mom really cut your hair like that or is that an original hair-do? who is the boy??

Okay...respond to the TOPIC....Bobbie (y) Jay!
I want stories girls!!!

LinDee wins a prize for responding--how do I light a fire under you guys!

4 comments:

Brita Graham said...

Nice Blog Liz. Great Pic! Yes, I'm relatively fine, except for being about a pound lighter from having all that flesh removed. And Bobby (May Fern)Jay gave me my first public performance venue for an original composition, so I'll always love her for that. Also, last time I saw her was my Freshman year of college, when several of us former students of hers went caroling at her house. I believe she passed on not long thereafter. :(

Unknown said...

Why was her name Bobby? Anyone know the story! What was your composition brit? Did Annette, Ruth and Becky also perform with her?

Unknown said...

A picture paints about a million words. Annette would kill to look like that again, I am sure. I cut Annette's hair now. It looks a lot better too. It doesn't seem to matter that I use the horse clippers.

I suggest that Annette and I move in with Grandma and Grandpa A. Then we would have most of those who are falling apart in the same household. We could all fumble around together. I have poor eye sight, an aching back, a licker that hurts all the time,and a few other things not fit for the family blog, but sick is as sick says.

I guess you have heard that when you turn 40 your tail-gate drops and you start to scatter parts all over the road. If you have not, here's the continuation to that statement. When you turn 50 everything that has not fallen off quits working.

40 is the old age of youth. 50 is the youth of old age. Get used to it. You're only as old as you act.

Lin Dee or YAS (depends on which google account I am logged into)

Brita Graham said...

I believe Bobby was one of those teen nicknames that one adopts when one is shamed by an antiquated name, and Mrs. Jay always preferred it, but legally, in the yearbooks at least, she was always May Fern. Also, interesting trivial tidbit, she grew up in Cheyenne, and the woman who taught her to play piano so well was none other than Amayda Johnson's lovely Chinese mother (Kelly Johnson's grandma). My comp was called "Christmas Morn" - a sort of madrigal round thingy that Mrs. Jay turned into something respectable, which is pretty hard to do with a 9th grader's comp skills.