I love the dedication, too, Bea! sam is my older brother. I am so glad the second squirrel survived and I believe that more than likely it was rescued by its mom. When I was in second grade, Sam was in 4th, and your Mamie was in 5th, a really bad Hurricane, Hurricane Donna, hit Norfolk. At that time your Mamie was still living in Norfolk. A tree in my back yard came down and there was a squirrel nest in it.Our backyard was like a river, but my dad was able to rescue one of the babies . In 1960 there were no organizations to contact if you found an injured wild animal. My parents fed the squirrel milk with an eyedropper until it could eat and drink on its own. We named the squirrel Harry and he lived with us as a pet for a few years. Of course we could not ever let him go because he had no idea how to survive in the wild. He only lived for a few years but he was a wonderful pet and watching my parents save his life is a wonderful childhood memory. My love to you, Harriet, your mom, and your dad. Your Mamie is my first cousin, and was my best friend when I was growing up. She is like my third sister and dearest friend all rolled into one. I could not love her more! You are so lucky to be her granddaughter!
In the house where I grew up, we used to get flying squirrels in our attic! My dad would capture them in Havahart traps and release them in the woods away from our house. Their eyes were so big, and their "wing" flaps so flappy. Now Evan and I get mice in our attic, and they're pretty adorable too; I bought my own Havahart trap and that's how we get them out of our house.
I love the dedication, too, Bea! sam is my older brother. I am so glad the second squirrel survived and I believe that more than likely it was rescued by its mom. When I was in second grade, Sam was in 4th, and your Mamie was in 5th, a really bad Hurricane, Hurricane Donna, hit Norfolk. At that time your Mamie was still living in Norfolk. A tree in my back yard came down and there was a squirrel nest in it.Our backyard was like a river, but my dad was able to rescue one of the babies . In 1960 there were no organizations to contact if you found an injured wild animal. My parents fed the squirrel milk with an eyedropper until it could eat and drink on its own. We named the squirrel Harry and he lived with us as a pet for a few years. Of course we could not ever let him go because he had no idea how to survive in the wild. He only lived for a few years but he was a wonderful pet and watching my parents save his life is a wonderful childhood memory. My love to you, Harriet, your mom, and your dad. Your Mamie is my first cousin, and was my best friend when I was growing up. She is like my third sister and dearest friend all rolled into one. I could not love her more! You are so lucky to be her granddaughter!
Have you read Nuts to You? A very funny book about squirrels!
I haven't but will see if I can find it at the library--tomorrow! xo
i also really love the dedication! you are so sweet!
delightful and very informative ! Bea you are so amazing!!!
In the house where I grew up, we used to get flying squirrels in our attic! My dad would capture them in Havahart traps and release them in the woods away from our house. Their eyes were so big, and their "wing" flaps so flappy. Now Evan and I get mice in our attic, and they're pretty adorable too; I bought my own Havahart trap and that's how we get them out of our house.