tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14168837.post3127470906596414827..comments2023-10-10T22:23:57.680-05:00Comments on Woodsong Notes: Honeysuckle Adds Fragrance to the June AirSue Glascohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13976061856779443049noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14168837.post-79468359074652400132014-06-06T19:48:14.705-05:002014-06-06T19:48:14.705-05:00Thanks for your memories also, Janet. Good to rem...Thanks for your memories also, Janet. Good to remember your Uncle Ogle again and think about the reunion get-togethers that the family had each year. I was always impressed with how that set of cousins kept in touch with one another to the very end. Touching. Thanks for visiting and commenting.Sue Glascohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13976061856779443049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14168837.post-40308469700143285782014-06-01T21:48:33.447-05:002014-06-01T21:48:33.447-05:00Your comments about honeysuckle brought back many ...Your comments about honeysuckle brought back many memories for me as well. I loved driving out by Uncle Ogle's house at night and smelling the honeysuckle. But mostly I remember the whip-poor-wills calling at night when we would be sitting on their porch. For 50 years now I have lived in Central Illinois and would like to hear them again. Just yesterday when working in the garden I heard "bob white." That is the first I remember hearing that here, too; although my husband remembers hunting quail for his grandmother to eat. He must have been too good at it! Thanks for the memories. <br />Janet BurchamAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com