tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post6414080386334514680..comments2023-10-28T00:18:13.590-07:00Comments on Sue's News, Views 'n Muse: The Olive Tree - A True ParableSusan Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16049586085703324088noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-54768706363728388032011-12-12T19:05:19.090-08:002011-12-12T19:05:19.090-08:00What a fun post...and so thought-provoking, too. ...What a fun post...and so thought-provoking, too. Funny the way kids think, but I guess in many ways, we don't grow out of it, do we? Thanks for this. Much.Tonyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06239079132342501762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-27255422970270046892011-12-05T07:13:21.962-08:002011-12-05T07:13:21.962-08:00I am smiling, Sue! Just picturing you and your sis...I am smiling, Sue! Just picturing you and your sister trying to cure the olives in the toilet and dropping them out the window! Ha! So adorable. <br />Your analogy is spot-on--and a good reminder for me today. I need God's wisdom so much in my parenting. I don't know how I could do it otherwise! <br /><br />p.s. Did you mother get a kick out of this or what? I bet she was tickled! :)Carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04953764061091454844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-27500381897565126992011-12-03T14:20:00.420-08:002011-12-03T14:20:00.420-08:00Did I know that you grew up in Santa Monica? My m...Did I know that you grew up in Santa Monica? My mother was born in Santa Monica and raised in WLA (38-56). I lived in WLA from 65-75 when I got married.Joyful Noisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01825307944574402031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-30619805686379149082011-12-03T14:18:09.655-08:002011-12-03T14:18:09.655-08:00Oh, I think I'm loving this walk down your mem...Oh, I think I'm loving this walk down your memory lane! You were (and still) are quite innovative and crafty! So glad to have read this sweet story and your analogy. Keep on writing...this is a winner!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01169693305157071792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-57223303655456104532011-12-03T08:49:38.448-08:002011-12-03T08:49:38.448-08:00Such a sweet story. I think maybe you're righ...Such a sweet story. I think maybe you're right and that's why I feel like I'm being dropped from a two story window every day.<br />I will be moulded and shaped until I get ripe.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09464184135822609876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-56256207682529779242011-12-03T07:58:01.880-08:002011-12-03T07:58:01.880-08:00What a fun memory. My Sister and I cooked a few th...What a fun memory. My Sister and I cooked a few things up too, but I think yours beat out ours! I love the parable also...many days I feel like I'm curing in the toilet water! Thanks for sharing this memory and I'll look forward to others. I think this is a great idea to incorporate into my blog that I also use as a journal tool and putting memories in it would be a nice touch. Have a great weekend.yayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12047536332780197024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-6537478955957976872011-12-03T05:25:19.323-08:002011-12-03T05:25:19.323-08:00You are such a great story teller! And I'm no...You are such a great story teller! And I'm not surprised you two were so creative in your endeavor! You are still that same creative, open minded soul.<br /><br />And I love the entire last paragraph. This could be a sermon, Sue. For real. It felt like one to me. A great one. Thanks!People Who Know Me Would Say:https://www.blogger.com/profile/04621641188403948733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-23683954189775403032011-12-02T19:43:07.641-08:002011-12-02T19:43:07.641-08:00What fun memories of times with your sister! I li...What fun memories of times with your sister! I like this new idea you had.karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16313237142656662148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-62570092735841859662011-12-02T18:35:54.402-08:002011-12-02T18:35:54.402-08:00Toilet water? Ha that is great. And I love this pa...Toilet water? Ha that is great. And I love this parable. Ain't it true. I look forward to reading your Fridays...okay, I look forward to reading your stuff all the time.Stefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14735618188851876515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-10139061072404178612011-12-02T16:37:01.274-08:002011-12-02T16:37:01.274-08:00Oh Sue, when I actually found out what you and Nan...Oh Sue, when I actually found out what you and Nancy had been up to I just could't believe it. What incredible imaginations you both had. Because Nancy was the older, I wonder if it was her idea or did you cook it up? I honestly can't remember who's idea it was in the first place. Are you sure you guys were that old? <br /><br />This should be a wonderfully interesting bunch of stories and I hope you can rack your brain and remember some that you haven't told your kids. That would be so fun for them read. I'm sure they have heard about the "olives" before. I think one thing that really developed both of your imaginations is that you only had each other to play with. There really were no other children in the neighborhood. We actually lived in West Hollywood, not Santa Monica, although Santa Monica Blvd was pretty close. I loved that house and so hated it when they took it all down and put up condominiums in that block just down the hill from Sunset Blvd. on La Cienega. <br /><br />The analogy was a good one too!Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16797132860053426517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-71565094173246131432011-12-02T14:17:25.884-08:002011-12-02T14:17:25.884-08:00I love this memory/story/parable. I've missed...I love this memory/story/parable. I've missed you, because you always know what to say to make me stop and think.Lisaluluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11896606339541499616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-863300675094722622011-12-02T13:34:09.653-08:002011-12-02T13:34:09.653-08:00What a great story! I love this. And why am I not ...What a great story! I love this. And why am I not surprised that you would take such a creative approach to solving the "problem". It's so you!anitamombanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03705021153044549156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-12876622114068357862011-12-02T13:28:05.047-08:002011-12-02T13:28:05.047-08:00We experienced olive trees when we lived in AZ., I...We experienced olive trees when we lived in AZ., I too, was disappointed to discover we'd not be eating the fruits thereof...seemed like a waste. Like the ornamental orange trees---what was the purpose, I used to wonder. Your parable reminds me that God is in control. Always.Momzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01078211684662158122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-87659884126710471412011-12-02T11:58:25.470-08:002011-12-02T11:58:25.470-08:00nice...great storytelling sue...smiles at the litt...nice...great storytelling sue...smiles at the little ones dropping olive...i love olives...never had a tree though...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-4182306870431044152011-12-02T11:05:53.115-08:002011-12-02T11:05:53.115-08:00Just as you can look back at your self at 5 or 7.....Just as you can look back at your self at 5 or 7....and realize you were just doing the best you could at the time...hopefully our Maker looks at all us down here with those same understanding eyes. <br /><br />btw, were you the 5 or 7 year old?Grandma Honeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09587160523698527979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-496050024472877112011-12-02T10:33:29.386-08:002011-12-02T10:33:29.386-08:00Oh sweetie, the wonderful story of the olives stoo...Oh sweetie, the wonderful story of the olives stood well by itself but throw in your great analogy and it just melted my heart.<br /><br />So true, without God we are like those olives in toilet water. Hearts hard and covered with sinful germs!!!<br /><br />Love it!!!<br /><br />God bless ya and have a beautiful weekend sweetie!!! :o)Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10175389676508928061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-79718515928213189572011-12-02T10:33:05.583-08:002011-12-02T10:33:05.583-08:00I can just picture kids doing this!!I can just picture kids doing this!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03803472040500529682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-72456728063936648672011-12-02T10:23:06.705-08:002011-12-02T10:23:06.705-08:00Sue, this was a lovely memory. It was inspiring an...Sue, this was a lovely memory. It was inspiring and I will look forward to reading your on going thoughts. Perhaps, you could do a small book of all of these memories sometime. <br />Blessings to you for a moment of warmth today.LeAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18107717294803352571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-79119413769818722472011-12-02T09:52:22.388-08:002011-12-02T09:52:22.388-08:00I think I'll like these Friday walks. Will get...I think I'll like these Friday walks. Will get to know you better. With Ethan being 5, I'm picturing him trying these different methods!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09423358205279071977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-88424364759126803832011-12-02T09:48:42.083-08:002011-12-02T09:48:42.083-08:00I love little girls and my sister was as wonderful...I love little girls and my sister was as wonderful as yours. What fun memories we have of our childhood antics.VKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17120810780221963010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-66677280724157154082011-12-02T09:48:22.497-08:002011-12-02T09:48:22.497-08:00That is an awesome post.
I've never seen an o...That is an awesome post. <br />I've never seen an olive tree, so to have you decribe it and the process of wanting to have delicious treats was fun for me to read.<br /><br />Thank you.Welcome to the Garden of Eganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10132446191608085958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-11065151426285571782011-12-02T09:29:01.073-08:002011-12-02T09:29:01.073-08:00sorry about the typo.sorry about the typo.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00312849635126824129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072583027504108914.post-15868816273336770832011-12-02T09:28:33.019-08:002011-12-02T09:28:33.019-08:00Sue, this was post touched me in so many ways. Th...Sue, this was post touched me in so many ways. The visual of two cute little sisters who minds were way ahead of their age...trying to perfect the ripening of olives....priceless. The "dropping" of the olives from the second story.....just like something a "normal" 5 or 7 year old would do. I remember watching and admiring you both as you made your way in the world. Now, seeing how your mind works in putting together the wonderful parable at the end...so inspiring and thought provoking. You are awesome!! Love you still.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00312849635126824129noreply@blogger.com