Remember when Mom stripped off her apron and danced on the coffee table. Remember when Dad used to pet the cat and the cat would end up biting him, Dad would get real mad but then start laughing? Maybe a memory just popped into your head that I've forgotten about...well, why don't you share it here?
Introducing "A Stroll Down Hemingway Lane." This is a place for us to share thoughts and memories of growing up in the Heminway house. Don't worry, there are only two requirements for membership (membership meaning you can post to this blog): 1. You must be a Hemingway 2. You must contribute one blog article AND one comment a month. It's that easy and because I like you, I've already invited you to be an author on this blog. You can log in whenever you'd like to share whatever you'd like.
So, I guess I'll take my turn and start first (I'm sure the 2nd and 3rd posts will be about when I got a bloody nose at Redfish and got mad and probably started crying and when I got bonked in the face with a Barbie at Lauren's birthday and started crying)...
PS - If you need a tutorial on how to use Blogger, please let me know. Teeke, perhaps you could fashion us a header image please?
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