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Topic: Hey Boo! OCTAGON soap info!

Hey Boo! Here is some OCTAGON soap info! My mom used it a LOT.  We always had it around.

http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://home.swipnet.se/roland/graphics/octagon.gif&imgrefurl=http://home.swipnet.se/roland/octagon.html&h=216&w=304&sz=32&hl=en&start=1&tbnid=iPRT0g1gY2C0JM:&tbnh=82&tbnw=116&prev=/images%3Fq%3Doctagon%2Bsoap%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den

She used that. She used ''tincture of green'' soap on my HAIR.  I had very oily hair and evidently that was supposed to help. All I know was that it was stinky!

My mother was born in 1916 so I got a lot of weird stuff done to me that didn't happen to other kids whose mothers were born 20 years after that... LOL!  I was born in 1963 and they were 47 when they adopted me.

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Well, I just saw your birthdate. You have a few years on Kri, but I was 19 the year you were born. eom/boo

yeah, my parents were s uper old. my mom and dad were the same age but my mom was much *older* than my dad if that makes sense. my dad was a little kid inside. my mother was a hard old lady inside and out and was like that until the day she died. she was the lady in the neighborhood who yelled at kids if they stepped on ONE blade of grass in our yard. my dad, on the other hand, invited them in and would give them boards and nails and whatever else they wanted while he was working in his workshop. he is the one would would lie on his stomach and let the little kids sit on his back and hold onto his jacket while he went down our very slightly sloped street on the sled. he was the one who would shoo me out the door while my mother was interrogating my pentacostal friend to make sure she wasn't a bad influence. LOL. he is the one who was excited when the adoption place called to say they had a baby (hey, that was ME!). she's the one who wrote in her diary, ''Paul is so excited and all I can do is go along with it.'' Ok, lovely. I have home movies of me and daddy dancing, and then movies of me jumping on the bed and daddy holding my hand so i won't fall. in the same reel there are pictures of my mother and me. we're on the couch and i'm about 1. i am biting her and she is pulling my hair. so there's THAT relationship in a nutshell!I could go on and on. that is why Paul's name is PAUL. eom/pm

but my bio parents were like 5 years old. J/K but they had an 8th grade education so they were probably in high school.eom/pm

Paulsmom, I hope your lovely daddy is still alive. He sounds like he was a very lovely and loving man. I can see you appreciate and love him. Very touching post of yours. /Paula

Hi Paula (hey, Paula - love the name!). My daddy died on August 23, 1998 at 10:00 p.m. He had contracted hepatitis from a blood transfusion back in the 80's and then developed cirrhosis (sp?) of the liver and then that would periodically cause internal bleeding. Well, they'd go in and fix the internal bleeding and he'd be fine. Well, he fell and tore his rotator cuff and had surgery on it and then this internal bleeding thing, the fluke that it was, decided to crop back up and they tried to fix it but he was so weak from the surgery that every time they tried to fix it he'd have a heart attack or his heart would totally stop so they couldn't do anything. They were going to fly him to Savannah (he lived on Hilton Head Island at the time) but they couldn't even get him stablized long enough to FLY to Savannah (very short trip). They could have put a shunt in his liver in Savannah and that would have eliminated the internal bleeding thing but they couldn't get him stablized. So... basically they had to let him bleed to death. They sedated him. They'd give him blood but the doctor said it was like putting water in a bucket with a hole in it, so we just had to let him go. I was 8 weeks pregnant at the time. He looked horrible - he was all swollen and I wanted a closed casket but when the funeral home ''fixed him up'' he looked great - like my daddy was supposed to. He lived a wonderful life and was a wonderful wonderful man. He was always so calm. I used to have the worst fits and he'd just be sitting there saying, ''Now Paulsmom, calm down, it's not that bad.'' How he stood my mother so long I'll never know. eom/pm

Oh, and he was almost 82. eom/pm

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