VI Corps Engineers 1941 Carolina Maneuvars

[Walt's Daughter]

Woman, you make me shake my head in wonder! Are you sure we aren't related? Geez oh Pete, every time I read another one of your posts I think, Oh my God, that's ME speaking. I SWEAR IT.

 

First off you are absolutely correct; that is Shakespeare. Here's the whole quote for all:

 

Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from human haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

 

I already told you that I love your sense of humor, but I can also tell that you are intelligent and well-read. These things I really admire in a person. Be they male or female. A good head on one's shoulders is very cool in my book.

 

My mother used to say to me: "You're just like your father!" (Ha! Not always meant

as a compliment). I eventually had to admit she was right. I think I'm like my mother only by

training & like my father by nature. There's an element of intensity/ferocity that is our fuel -

for the passion you speak of.

 

Okay I have picked myself off my chair. My mother used to say that same exact thing to me ALL the time. And no, it wasn't always meant as a compliment. She even said it much later in life, and one time a few years ago before she passed on, she echoed that same sentiment in front of my husband, and this time he retorted, "Well I guess that's a real compliment Ann, because everything I've heard says Wally was a wonderful man." She didn't say a thing. I was so proud of my hubby. Way to go babe!

 

My mother taught me many good things and I DO reflect them and am grateful that she did what she did, but I AM my father's daughter by spirit. We are both very outgoing, love to laugh, and are very, very passionate about all we do.

 

I am also a gardening nut. I occasionally display some of my flowers, etc., for all to see, and will share them with you in the Shooting the Breeze section later. My dad didn't garden, so I don't know where I got that from. Mom had a green thumb in the house, and had many beautiful plants inside, so I guess I just carried that out to the yard.

 

I was just 12 and a half, when my dad passed on. That was probably the worst day of my life.