tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079877794128349006.post5349869085883829864..comments2023-07-12T11:02:54.477-05:00Comments on Musings of an Artist's Wife: Childhood Summers (Remembering Old Biloxi)Wendy Rodrigue Magnushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289447655110009690noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079877794128349006.post-46510592167498285382011-03-15T15:13:07.550-05:002011-03-15T15:13:07.550-05:00Hi Anonymous --- You're so right; Biloxi inspi...Hi Anonymous --- You're so right; Biloxi inspires GREAT MEMORIES. What I wouldn't give to swim in those 'back bays' again --- but now I'm too scared of the snakes and gar fish! Thanks for reading, and thank you for commenting!Wendy Rodrigue Magnushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08289447655110009690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079877794128349006.post-15183490487462101272011-03-15T11:15:39.664-05:002011-03-15T11:15:39.664-05:00oh the memories, we would drive down for the summe...oh the memories, we would drive down for the summer from Texas to spend our days of leisure with cousins, grands, and alot of locals that we had become friends with over the years. And Biloxi was such a simple and pretty place. I remember sneaking away from grandma's house to go swimming in the back bay which was only 2 blocks away. I cut my knee on an oyster shell, but told my mom that I fell in the road.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079877794128349006.post-10792683292594735092011-02-16T17:39:19.113-06:002011-02-16T17:39:19.113-06:00Thank you, Nunie. No question, that was living!Thank you, Nunie. No question, that was living!Wendy Rodrigue Magnushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08289447655110009690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079877794128349006.post-42872589009477267472011-02-16T17:35:54.593-06:002011-02-16T17:35:54.593-06:00I too spent summers in Biloxi with my grandmother....I too spent summers in Biloxi with my grandmother. We'd go swimming off Hopkins pier each morning, go home, get hosed down, ate lunch, played cards and took a nap. Those were the days. We would also go drop crab nets off the pier. <br /><br />I enjoyed your blog. Thanks for sharing memories.<br /><br />NunieNunienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079877794128349006.post-77709191677130168692010-11-22T11:34:36.675-06:002010-11-22T11:34:36.675-06:00I found this article because I Googled the Alamo P...I found this article because I Googled the Alamo Plaza. My dad took us there every summer when I was young. So many great memories were made there! I drove along the coast this weekend from Fort Walton Beach and thought about those good times. I moved back to Louisiana last year but still have a condo in Fort Walton Beach. I enjoyed your story and the paintings that reflect the memories. Thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079877794128349006.post-50586919106945089602010-06-09T09:31:03.334-05:002010-06-09T09:31:03.334-05:00Great voice with this piece, Wendy! I could hear ...Great voice with this piece, Wendy! I could hear you telling this story with patience and panache. Your descriptions of your memories are so vivid ~ I could smell stale diner grease, nasty-sweet tobacco juice, and mossy swamps kissed by summer breezes!Mr. Sprehehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15643392528748547330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079877794128349006.post-34180491046802464032010-06-08T20:14:25.793-05:002010-06-08T20:14:25.793-05:00What wonderful memories!What wonderful memories!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14893209101650194685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079877794128349006.post-47619053918494111612010-06-08T16:24:11.635-05:002010-06-08T16:24:11.635-05:00Ahh the memories. You could actually start a whole...Ahh the memories. You could actually start a whole new blog called "Summers With Aunt Lois". We, the cousins, could all contribute stories. Oh and I believe it was a tuna can. Mr. Glenn was one greasy guy.bmxmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09163408990177860415noreply@blogger.com