I went back and read the last blog. Man, I was having a bad day!

Anyway, the fried baloney part made me think of a neighbor we had growing up. Jean Nease. She had 5 kids and 4 were boys. I don't know how she survived the oldest two. They were daring!! But I'll leave that story for another time. She used to make fried baloney sandwiches and sometimes they would put BBQ sauce on them. Yuk! Her boys loved'em.

I grew up in the 60's and most mom's were SAHM's. Most of our parents worked at one of the 2 plants in town.

It was  the kind of neighborhood where we played everywhere. You didn't do anything too awful at someone elses house, because you'd get in trouble there AND when you got home! Our mother's knew how to use the phone!

Mrs. Nease would make sandwiches for whatever kids happened to be playing in her yard at lunch time. She'd make me a PB&J. I thought I was special. She made us all  feel that we were special.

I would love for her to offer me a BBQ fried baloney sandwich  again,but sadly, she passed away about 3 years ago. She had a long battle with breast cancer.

I wonder if the angels are enjoying BBQ fried baloney sandwiches in heaven?