tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post5692156487906933880..comments2023-09-25T04:34:07.772-06:00Comments on While Walking Duncan: Grandpa's PoetryCurt Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01092702507137136310noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-54910111844411363012011-01-26T15:58:31.957-07:002011-01-26T15:58:31.957-07:00Beautiful. Thank you for inviting us in.Beautiful. Thank you for inviting us in.Kevinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-13762266689728269742008-10-12T21:08:00.000-06:002008-10-12T21:08:00.000-06:00Beautiful. Thank you for the gift of your story.Beautiful. Thank you for the gift of your story.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-6439436924527680242008-10-11T22:38:00.000-06:002008-10-11T22:38:00.000-06:00Another gorgeous post Curt. I loved it. The words ...Another gorgeous post Curt. I loved it. The words seemed to flow from your fingers to my eyes and warm my heart.<BR/><BR/>Your talent is extraordinary, and touches my soul.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10548224510968474278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-10534160826210978672008-10-11T15:34:00.000-06:002008-10-11T15:34:00.000-06:00Thank you for the nice walk down our memory lane. ...Thank you for the nice walk down our memory lane. The trophy animals on the wall (and fireplace) belonged to Great Grandpa Fuger. I'm not sure but I don't think Grandpa was the "hunter" of these animals.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05797639607669198156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-56356430645918362202008-10-11T08:39:00.000-06:002008-10-11T08:39:00.000-06:00I remember standing next to your Grandpa as he fly...I remember standing next to your Grandpa as he fly-fished the South Fork of the Snake River near Heise Hot Springs Idaho. He'd have a period of time when he wasn't catching anything. He'd stop. Look at the water and note what the fish were jumping to capture. He'd grab one of whatever bug it was, look at it, and, right there, IN THE RIVER, water swirling about his waders, would extract his NodakJackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11237966951246107982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-34088816676001326882008-10-11T05:52:00.000-06:002008-10-11T05:52:00.000-06:00Capable and brave! Loved the whole ding dang post...Capable and brave! Loved the whole ding dang post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-58414185780647401482008-10-10T14:19:00.000-06:002008-10-10T14:19:00.000-06:00What wonderful memories!!! I never had a grandpa ...What wonderful memories!!! I never had a grandpa like that... but my dad was a lot like him, I think.Lori Whitwamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13013817294475798371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-86397281834358724262008-10-10T11:29:00.000-06:002008-10-10T11:29:00.000-06:00Thanks, guys! I wish I lived closer because I'd lo...Thanks, guys! I wish I lived closer because I'd love to hear my grandpa's stories. He's a funny guy who I miss every day.Curt Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01092702507137136310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-18651471300892541472008-10-10T11:14:00.000-06:002008-10-10T11:14:00.000-06:00******sigh***** I loved it! I felt as though I was...******sigh***** I loved it! I felt as though I was right there with you! Amazing grandpa!Valerie Cummingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05911018334576044565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674053991112586077.post-68770512470758625662008-10-10T10:57:00.000-06:002008-10-10T10:57:00.000-06:00Beautiful post Curt. Thanks.Beautiful post Curt. Thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com