For any new readers - and to review for the regulars - here's how it works. Each Wednesday during July, I will have a post that has a prize associated with it. To participate, I'll ask a question that you should answer, or ask you to talk about something specific, etc. Then you leave your comment on the post for that week, and on the Sunday of that week, I choose a winner. Monday's post will announce who that person is, they contact me, and I send them the goodies. I must add a disclaimer: I often don't send the prizes until I send them all at the end of the month. In any case, I always let the person know when things are on their way. This is open to anyone, anywhere in the world. I set aside a bit of money throughout the year for everything, so don't worry about postage costs, etc.
Something is new this year - at the end of the month, I'll choose someone from ALL of the comments on ALL of the posts, and they will be the recipient of an extra-special prize! I know that I originally said that I would announce all of this ahead of the first week, but I kept changing my mind about what the extra thing would be, so you're getting it now. All prizes are related to knitting/crochet, needlework, and/or reading. So you may only be interested in some of the giveaways, but remember that any comment on any week's post will make you eligible for the big giveaway.
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Now that the details are done, here is the prize for this week:
If you are interested in being in the drawing for this giveaway, here is your question for Week 1:
Where were you born?
And I don't mean "in a hospital," or "under a tree" (though that might be interesting!), rather I mean, in what geographical location? I am always interested in this, because some people were born in the same place where they currently live, while others were born in a far flung place from where they find themselves now.
My answer: I was born in Wheeling, West Virginia. After that we moved around a lot, then we moved back there - it was weird, because my sisters and of course my parents were familiar with everything, but I had no memory of any of it!
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Leave a comment on this post only no later than 12 noon (U.S. Eastern Daylight Time), on Sunday, July 11, 2021, and you will be part of the drawing. I'll use a random number generator to choose a winner, and announce it in a post on Monday.
Good luck!
18 comments:
I was born in Hot Springs, South Dakota and have been living in Wheeling, WV for the past 12 years.
Moline, Illinois. Yes, in a hospital. Mom was in labor for three days before they decided maybe she needed some help. Turned out the cord was around my neck and if they hadn't operated I'd have probably suffocated being born. So: I started life lucky! (I think those 3 days of labor probably explain why I am an only child.)
I was born in Lebanon, Oregon. We moved to Reno, NV when I was 9 months old, then to Carson City, NV when I was 4 years old, and I have been here ever since.
Love the project bag, and the yarn is beautiful! I was born in (on?) Staten Island, NY and then moved to Washington state when I was 7. I've lived in beautiful Gig Harbor, WA for the past 22 years.
I was born in the same city I live in now - Hamilton, ON, Canada. (Though right now I actually live in a suburb of Hamilton, called Stoney Creek, and when I was born 42 years ago, they were separate towns). I've lived in and around this area my whole life. We moved to the country-side outside the city when I was 4, but moved back when I was 13. The impending move will be the furthest I've ever lived from my hometown.
None of that is very exciting... but what is a fun little fact.... I was born the day before my brother's birthday (who was two at the time). I was actually supposed to be born around the end of November, but I took my own sweet time with my arrival (a habit I continued after the womb). In fact, Mom had false labour pains so many times with me, when I was on my way, she figured I was just faking, and left it to the last minute to get to the hospital, where I was born within an hour - the day before my brother's birthday.
The family joke used to be that my brother got me and a Tonka truck for his birthday. He much preferred the truck. Lol.
And... then five years later... my cousin Sean was born at the same hospital ON my brother's birthday!
The Mister was born in West Virginia. Elkton. I showed up in Cheverly, MD in a hospital that they just closed last week. They opened a big, new state of the art place nearby. It was right on the border of Washington DC where most of my family lived before venturing out into the suburbs after WW 2. My grandmother was a civilian big shot in the Navy Dept during the war-a woman way ahead of her time. I am tickled that my oldest son now works for the Navy in the very same Navy Yard. She would have been so proud of him.
I was born in Oregon, where my dad was in college. He wrapped up his studies a few months later, and we (my parents, me, a large dog, a cat, and several gerbils) drove in a Jeep across the country back to Connecticut, where I grew up. I have visited the house where I spent my first couple months, though, on a subsequent trip to the Pacific Northwest.
I was born in St. Louis, Missouri, right on the border of the city proper and the suburb of Clayton, where I grew up.
I was born in Fall River,Mass. Moved to Acushnet, Mass.after getting married and 17 years ago moved to West Topsham, Vermont which we love.
I was born in Rockford, Illinois! I lived there until just before my 12th birthday, when my family moved to Cheyenne, Wyoming. (Here's my fun "it was destiny" story. Tom was born in Idaho, where his dad was stationed in the Air Force. Weeks after he was born, his family moved back to their native NYC. Tom lived in Manhattan until he was 12. When his family moved to . . . Cheyenne, Wyoming.) (Talk about destiny. . . ) XO
This is such a lovely give away! I was born in Ellensburg, a city exactly in the middle of Washington state. I now live in California when I'm not in Turkey. It's a small world here in blogland, as I lived many years in Gig Harbor, like Sue J, before moving to California. ����
That Christmas bag is SO you. I hope it goes to an equally wonderful home.
Speaking of home (such a smoothie with words I am), I was born in Nashville, Tennessee in the original, but long-demolished St. Thomas Hospital. I doubt the room was under a tree.
I was born in Pittsburgh PA. I was born to an older mom who had a whole week’s stay in the hospital to recover; by the end of the week I was known as ‘the overfield twins’ because I wolfed down two bottles at every feeding. Been overeating ever since!!!
Beautiful give away Bridget. I was bornin Dearborn, Michigan at a hospital just a few blocks from my home. I was almost born at home because my Mother refused to call my Dad home from work to take her even though she was in labor. I popped out right after they got to the hospital. Funny thing, my eldest son popped out 20 minutes after I made it to the hospital. Thank you for the give away chance.
I was born in the Ripon, Wisconsin hospital. We live about an hour and a half south of there now. Left the state for 13 years and then returned.
I was born in Ellendale ND. I came early, and was breech, by Caesarian, and in the mid 1950’s, so my mom was prepared for bad news. When she woke up from anesthesia, she heard a baby howling, and knew there were no other babies in the “nursery”, so I’d made it. That tiny hospital is now an old-folks’ home, so I could go full circle and spend my last days there.
What a cute, cute project bag and beautiful yarn. I was born in Philadelphia...almost in the elevator of the hospital since I was anxious and arriving 6 weeks early! When I was 9 months old, we moved to Abington and now I live not too far from there!
I’m not sure what happened to my earlier comment. However I shall try again. I was born in Chatham Ontario Canada. In the 1950s. I have one sister who is 10 years older so we basically were only children. It was a great safe place to live then. At 13 my dad got transferred and I lived several places before getting married. Since then I’m in Woodstock. Chatham was best known as basically the end of the underground railway. Many of the old homes by the river had hidden tunnels into the basement from the river. Lots of history.
Cheryl. Aka seajaes on Ravelry.
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