tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post6654944845033310510..comments2024-03-28T08:55:00.522-04:00Comments on The Misadventures of Widowhood: Run Away From Home and Come Back HappyMisadventures of Widowhoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-1458547183767646372016-08-01T16:44:36.807-04:002016-08-01T16:44:36.807-04:00I'm always glad to meet another liver hater! L...I'm always glad to meet another liver hater! LOL<br /><br />Me, too, on the LGBT issue. I'm always highly amused when people in my age bracket claim they've never met a gay person. They have, they just don't know it. But sadly, one of my friends says that, not knowing that and her grandson is still in the closet with most of his family.Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-2035017717164165112016-08-01T16:04:08.473-04:002016-08-01T16:04:08.473-04:00I am so grateful that the LGBT community of people...I am so grateful that the LGBT community of people can be out and open and celebrated by flying their flags instead of hiding behind closed doors. Saugatuk sounds like great fun!<br /><br />Liver and onions? I can see my grandma with a plateful. I'm grateful my mom hated it so it never was on OUR dinner table. I think I'd be a gagger like you!donnajurenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10799559087972759233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-36865662590593919332016-08-01T08:22:22.638-04:002016-08-01T08:22:22.638-04:00It takes me forever to come up with the titles so ...It takes me forever to come up with the titles so I'm glad you mentioned this. Don used to name all my paintings and stories.<br /><br />Oh my gosh, your memories of Greenwich Village are fun and belong in some posts in your blog. It's a part of your life, part of who you are and became who you are.<br /><br />There's that liver and onions story again! I can't believe so many Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-14198604063102845352016-08-01T08:08:07.109-04:002016-08-01T08:08:07.109-04:00Love the Title of this post! OMG...that practical...Love the Title of this post! OMG...that practical joke you and Don played...It's had me speechless for days. Still am.<br /><br /><br />I lived in the village (Greenwich Village, in NYC)in the 70's, amongst the gay scene. Being an art student, then commercial artist, mingling with this community WAS my social life. I went to Studio 54 with a couple gay men who dressed me in a wedding GowitheFlohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01842273685414939160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-61112559121438281832016-07-31T16:50:54.010-04:002016-07-31T16:50:54.010-04:00Interesting question. I think I just like people ...Interesting question. I think I just like people regardless. He was a college friend of my older brother and he and I introduced my best friend and his best friend ... who are still married 40 years late. But I don't keep in touch directly with him. He wasn't interested.<br />The Awkward Widowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03729456066739275695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-69096406512693168872016-07-31T09:08:22.478-04:002016-07-31T09:08:22.478-04:00Did your high school experience soften or harden y...Did your high school experience soften or harden you towards the gay community? Having spent many years around florists and artists I got to know three gay guys quite well and they were so much fun. Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-61102654270795451652016-07-31T03:05:57.159-04:002016-07-31T03:05:57.159-04:00Sounds like a terrific journey and time well spent...Sounds like a terrific journey and time well spent together.<br /><br />Mr. Ralph LOVED liver, bacon and onions .. once he got gout ... no more organ meats. He would sneak it once in a while and then pay the price.<br /><br />My high school sweetheart (both proms!) broke up with me after graduation with no reason except that it was FOR me. Finally, two years later he told me he was gay. Even The Awkward Widowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03729456066739275695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-6323089062450304612016-07-30T22:39:04.873-04:002016-07-30T22:39:04.873-04:00I love your liver story. I think a person could co...I love your liver story. I think a person could compile an entire book of liver stories complete with recipes and it will sell to foodies.<br /><br />We have a lot of places named for Native Americans here in Michigan. Pontiac is probably one that most people will know, he was a Chief. Saugatuck translates to "mouth of the river" and was first encamped as a trading point by Ottawa and Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-79881261686021462232016-07-30T21:13:47.372-04:002016-07-30T21:13:47.372-04:00Your memories of liver dinners triggered my own me...Your memories of liver dinners triggered my own memory of the night we didn't have to eat liver (I hated it, too) and got to go out to eat (a rare event in our lives) because the cat got up on the kitchen table and ate the raw liver that was thawing out there. I loved that cat!<br />I was interested in the name "Saugatuck,' because it contains the same elements as many Native Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-67242064559154441562016-07-30T15:55:46.259-04:002016-07-30T15:55:46.259-04:00I still like day trips but long trips like I did w...I still like day trips but long trips like I did when Don was alive I doubt I'll ever do again.Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-31590099248362788102016-07-30T15:48:07.682-04:002016-07-30T15:48:07.682-04:00Oh my how much our lives change as we go through l...Oh my how much our lives change as we go through life. I used to like to go away for a day or two because I came back with fresh ideas for changing things around in my house or doing something different.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11586429675286969340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-91185226427491660782016-07-30T15:42:47.863-04:002016-07-30T15:42:47.863-04:00It's interesting that liver and onions seems t...It's interesting that liver and onions seems to be a common thread in people in our age bracket...probably because of what Judy mentioned about it being prescribed by doctor.Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-73820634315779412602016-07-30T15:32:26.998-04:002016-07-30T15:32:26.998-04:00A few years after we went to that gay bar our frie...A few years after we went to that gay bar our friends moved to a place where they had a gay couple for neighbors and our friends said they threw the best parties with the best food. They all became good friends. Our/my friends are not liberals but they are such fun to be around that we bleeding liberals can overlook that tiny flaw. LOL <br /><br />If I win the lotto I'm buying one of those Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-17368028709478450452016-07-30T14:15:44.677-04:002016-07-30T14:15:44.677-04:00A good friend has a house in Saugatuck and I'v...A good friend has a house in Saugatuck and I've met lots of her neighbors, married gay guys who are wonderful to party with. We do have the same bleeding heart liberal view so that makes it easier.oc1deanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02302555382262295577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-45032170553026078802016-07-30T13:26:04.949-04:002016-07-30T13:26:04.949-04:00I used to really like liver and onions that my mot...I used to really like liver and onions that my mother made when I was a kid. We ate it with mashed potatoes and the onions were almost burnt! I've been a vegetarian for over 15 years so it hasn't crossed my mind or palate in a long time!<br />Regards LezeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-87600159252058984642016-07-30T11:37:50.734-04:002016-07-30T11:37:50.734-04:00My mom was anemic and was also told by a doctor sh...My mom was anemic and was also told by a doctor she HAD to eat liver weekly. When liver pills came along even the smell of those made me gag. I'm surprised at how many people like it.Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-63399803958265252002016-07-30T11:28:13.743-04:002016-07-30T11:28:13.743-04:00What a lovely day for you. A renewal for your spi...What a lovely day for you. A renewal for your spirit! I love liver and onions and fried chicken livers. As a child, a doctor told my mother I HAD to eat liver once a week. I was so tall and thin and rather anemic. I kept that tradition and my kids all love liver and onions. About 10 years ago, I was told not to eat it anymore. My hemoglobin is a bit too high and I need to stay away from Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-65646004618602839552016-07-30T11:02:42.661-04:002016-07-30T11:02:42.661-04:00That should read, "tastes like yummy bacon&qu...That should read, "tastes like yummy bacon" not "takes like..." I'm having a bad word day.Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-14730105485037293482016-07-30T11:00:52.508-04:002016-07-30T11:00:52.508-04:00Libby, the comment section is possessed today, a m...Libby, the comment section is possessed today, a mind of its own. :) <br /><br />You know what, I have always hated anything orange---not just food---and still hate that color in clothing and decorating. Color theorists label it the color of extroverts and flamboyance. And there is no way D.T. will ever be palatable to me over time so don't hold your breathe. LOLMisadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-79609261843747632892016-07-30T10:49:47.921-04:002016-07-30T10:49:47.921-04:00That's the way the beef liver and onions was p...That's the way the beef liver and onions was prepared when my niece ordered it. It's rare to see it on a menu up here. She claimed it takes like yummy bacon. I love bacon which is why I was almost tempted to try it. "Baby steps," she joked. It was enough that I sat at the same table while someone else ate it. LOL <br /><br />You had a good dad to let you eat those chicken liversMisadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-48469890764508381392016-07-30T09:52:19.158-04:002016-07-30T09:52:19.158-04:00NOTE; THESE REPLIES TO S.J. ARE OUT OF ORDER BECAU...NOTE; THESE REPLIES TO S.J. ARE OUT OF ORDER BECAUSE I DELETED ONE OF MINE TO REPOST AFTER CORRECTING SOMETHING. I DIDN'T REALIZE IT WOULD GO ON THE BOTTOM INSTEAD OF BACK UNDERNEATH THE FIRST POST I WAS REPLING TO.Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-54181028873617511262016-07-30T09:49:09.029-04:002016-07-30T09:49:09.029-04:00I've often wondered if the gay bar we went lef...I've often wondered if the gay bar we went left that table in the center open for the occasion straight people who wandered in and if it was the job of the best fighter in the place to ask for a dance. I'm sure you've met gay people but just didn't know it.<br /><br />I know what you mean about remodeling and building causing stress. I come from a family who is not afraid to knockMisadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-14845998506970836592016-07-30T09:47:10.885-04:002016-07-30T09:47:10.885-04:00I dated a guy in my early twenties who years later...I dated a guy in my early twenties who years later came out of the closet. I didn't know it at the time though. I consider myself lucky that I didn't marry him---we were headed in that direction---as many gays did marry back in those days and their wives didn't know they were in the closet until after they'd spent years together. Can you imagine how that would effect yourself Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-2313724108870629602016-07-30T09:33:44.985-04:002016-07-30T09:33:44.985-04:00(sorry, couldn't insert reply above).
Your ref...(sorry, couldn't insert reply above).<br />Your reference to "orange" (its become a Pavlovian reflex to relate it to a particular person) and non-palatable till later years made me smile. Who knows, it may play out in real life over the next few years, unlikely as it may seem now. ~ LibbyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-14708516182449126092016-07-30T09:33:17.883-04:002016-07-30T09:33:17.883-04:00My gosh. I haven't thought of fried chicken li...My gosh. I haven't thought of fried chicken livers in forever. That was the piece I always wanted at Sunday dinner, at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I didn't realize for years that they were my dad's favorite, too -- but he let me have them.<br /><br />I never order beef liver and onions, but it's standard at a lot of restaurants here. It does look fairly appetizing, since theyshoreacreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16284698314697628805noreply@blogger.com