Jeremy is funny.

I wasn't there, but I've heard this story. One time my cousin Jeremy was in the street or about to go in the street, and Aunt Francie told him to get back and he turned around and said "What if I didn't have a face!?!"

That always makes me smile when I think of it. Snyders are crazy.

-Snydler

(This blog is just a place for me to stow away happy stories that I don't want to get lost to time.)

Flying Balls, with Janet Althaus

When we were kids several of the moms in the neighborhood worked at the elementary school. Janet Althaus was my mom's best friend who lived across the street.  Janet was always a lot of fun. The kids would come running to her with soccer balls and she would kick them (the soccer balls) into the sky and way across the field. Sometimes she would go too far and the ball would end up in the neighbors yard, at which time dozens of screaming children would run to the fence to holler until they got their ball back.

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-Snydler

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Grandpas pee too, by Lucretia Snijers

Once when I was little, maybe 6 or 7, we were driving somewhere and I had to pee so bad. There was no where to pull over. I remember being told "hold on, just wait, we are trying to get somewhere for you to go to the bathroom"....something like that. I have no idea who was driving or who else was in the car. All I know is Grandpa and I were in the backseat. I started to cry because I just had to go so bad. Grandpa started crying too and told he knew how I felt. He said something like "this happens to me sometimes too." He was so wonderful about making you feel ok about everything you did."

My grandpa "Bud" Burningam and his daughter Dorothy Jean.

Bud Burningham, my Grandpa

My grandpa had dentures. If you pulled on his ear he would make one pop out. The other ear made the other denture pop out. You could keep pulling on his ears and his dentures would come in and out.  He liked scaring us. He would whistle really loud when you didn't know he was there.

He had a garden at his house. He buried small steel trash cans and stored apples in them, under his apple tree.  I always thought that was neat because it just looked like a trash can lid on the ground, but when you picked it up there was a little can down about a foot and a half into the dirt.

I was very close with him. I loved spending time with him.  When he died someone told me that it would just look like he was sleeping when I saw him at his funeral. I think I was eight at the time. After I saw his body I commented to someone that it didn't look like he was sleeping because "he sleeps on his side."

If he was your grandpa, what do you remember?

Evil Kenevel

One time when we were kids I was riding my bike down Joyce Street. I was riding in the street and Mike Buchmiller was riding on the sidewalk. For some reason I decided to swerve in front of his bike. I don't think he even had time to brake much. We weren't going very fast, but he knocked me off of my bike. I hit the back of my head on the sidewalk pretty hard. I think he may have said, "man what are you doing?" or something like that. I don't think I said anything. I think I just rode my bike home and never mentioned it to anyone until today. There was a big goose egg on the back of my head and it was bleeding.