tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625093777073151860.post4178336159572301119..comments2024-03-26T16:52:31.007-05:00Comments on Smart Girls Read Romance: The Special Birthday Bike by Laurean BrooksJoan Reeveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17622809465767116747noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625093777073151860.post-78348063786625871452021-07-24T16:38:12.089-05:002021-07-24T16:38:12.089-05:00Bless your mom for sacrificing to get you that bik...Bless your mom for sacrificing to get you that bike, Caroline. My mother picked cotton one fall to buy Christmas for her 6 children. It meant a lot to us. I don't know if I ever told her how much I appreciated her labor of love. Laurean Brookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06242693739806417138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625093777073151860.post-68238807746887372132021-07-22T11:55:28.660-05:002021-07-22T11:55:28.660-05:00My first bike was blue also, but darker blue than ...My first bike was blue also, but darker blue than your picture shows. It was for my 9th birthday. It would go faster than other bikes and I loved that bicycle. We didn't have any extra money so my mom pulled cotton boles for a neighbor to get enough cash for the bike. Mom was a wonderful mother, as you might guess.Caroline Clemmonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14914658854159456335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625093777073151860.post-85378589257440209642021-07-22T11:37:07.128-05:002021-07-22T11:37:07.128-05:00We sure did, Sherri E. We ran those tires bald. So...We sure did, Sherri E. We ran those tires bald. So many flats, but our Dad's fixed them and we were on the road again. I'm glad you enjoyed your bicyles too.<br />Laurean Brookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06242693739806417138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625093777073151860.post-83817952881101876702021-07-21T22:47:27.701-05:002021-07-21T22:47:27.701-05:00What a great story and memory! A new bike wouldn&#...What a great story and memory! A new bike wouldn't have been as special. I don't remember any of my bicycles, but man I ran the tires off them! We all did. Sherri E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09697417084689782482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625093777073151860.post-75111116171686428412021-07-20T15:14:47.901-05:002021-07-20T15:14:47.901-05:00Thank you, Judy Ann. We had a lot of fun on our bi...Thank you, Judy Ann. We had a lot of fun on our bikes, didn't we? It's not what the bike looks like, it's how the thing rides. I wonder how many miles I put on it over the next 5 years. Laurean Brookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06242693739806417138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625093777073151860.post-50986789780949431812021-07-20T08:37:59.347-05:002021-07-20T08:37:59.347-05:00What a beautiful story. I remember my bike, and it...What a beautiful story. I remember my bike, and it was a blue color as well. "Not What He Ordered" sounds like a wonderful read. Judy Ann Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11933875283816712058noreply@blogger.com