tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575211617670222196.post7964584284776512793..comments2023-10-12T11:12:54.380+02:00Comments on Forschungsjahr: Hang on, St. ChristopherChristopher T. Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10222283680649718586noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575211617670222196.post-12348938540274278772009-05-21T20:44:32.527+02:002009-05-21T20:44:32.527+02:00It's unfortunate about the supression of St. Chris...It's unfortunate about the supression of St. Christopher. My great grandfather had a lot of St. Christopher Medals. He always wanted to be sure everyone had one, anytime they were travling. Even if it was just a quick trip to the store.<br /><br />I remember very well the day in first grade when we all learned what our names meant. Mine has no particular history. It's more of a last name really. I remember being pretty depressed. I always envied those, like you, who had the interesting stories--and dog headed Christ carriers--behind their names.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16118440373864221893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3575211617670222196.post-40570696208196752592009-05-05T03:03:00.000+02:002009-05-05T03:03:00.000+02:00You've got a freaking awesome saint!
And Emily ma...You've got a freaking awesome saint!<br /><br />And Emily made me watch Harold and Maude. It was interesting, and pretty gross at one particular part. I loved Harold's car, too bad he felt he had to drive it off a cliff. <br /><br />Shawn B.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com