Oh, dear! I have lots and lots of these bulbs. Most of them, most admittedly came from Walmart. A word of caution... A red color on the leaves or bulb does NOT necessarily mean Red Blotch. If they are bruised, cut, scaped or damaged in any way, they will get a red mark. That is their nature. Growing them outside, I am used to those marks. Now, if the red marks is accompanied by decay or rot of any kind, then you have a problem, and the problem can be treated. I have yet to find a definitive answer on what Red Blotch really looks like (ie., pics, please!) Be careful not to overtreat bulbs that are simply injured and not diseased. They are two different things. I feel fortunate that I have done as well as I have. Elvas caused me some rot problems. Nymph did the same. But they were both crushed by a 70+ year old pecan tree during Katrina. Both survived afer being cracked open and the cuts and bruises turning blood red, then they started to show signs of rot. I cleaned them up, let them dry out, then all was well. Not to say that they weren't set back some. They have been. Me, myself, and I... I don't give up that easily. The bulbs are still alive and producing pups. Good Luck!

Caroline, that tissue has crossed the Atlantic and been put to good use here in the west coast of Europe... What a bittersweet story, and what lovely words everyone here has said. I agree, this is a very special place, but I've known that for a long time. I too lost my father 13 years ago very close to Christmas and always remember him when I'm sorting the Christmas tree lights ready to hang on the tree. As everybody knows, there is some mischievous elf that entangles Christmas lights after we store them for the year and then has a lot of fun at our desperation the next year. Sorting the lights used to be one of my Dad's tasks every Christmas and one he performed with the utmost patience. And that's why I have never complained about them ever again. May you live in your lovely blessed home for many years to come and then pass it on to someone who will treasure it as much as you do. Eduarda

Our kids usually go with their biological dad to their grandmother's on Christmas Day. One year my wife and I, left with the decision about whether or not to fuss with a large Christmas dinner, decided to make the drive north to some acreage I have on Lake Huron that we use for hunting & recreation, some 70 miles away. We decided it would be fun to spend a few hours feeding the dozens of birds I'd tamed to the hand there, and then enjoy a nice Christmas dinner on the way home at one of our favorite restaurants on the shore of Lake Huron. Well, on the return trip we discovered that not only was the restaurant not open, but that neither were there any other eating establishments of any stripe open - not even a Subway; and The Lord knows we passed enough of those in our little jaunt. We ended up returning home & thawing a quart of frozen (but at least homemade) spaghetti sauce from the freezer and dining on that. Two good things came of that day, aside from the joy of feeding the birds. We ended up with a good story to tell that always offers a laugh, and it raised awareness of our situation to the level that we ALWAYS get invited to Christmas dinner at one of my sibling's homes. ;-) My teacup (sugar maple) tree, located on the property and another interesting (green ash) tree with a burl Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all. Al

We love the movie....We live in the suburbs of Clevland, the real house is near downtown, you can tour it. The movie only shows the outside of the house...but they have the inside set up like the movie, across the street you can buy the leg lamp and other memorabilia...in another house. Also, the movies department store scenes were shot at the old Higbees downtown....I love watching just to see the old store....I loved the chandilers in it, when they were closing it I had to go, just to say goodbye. I remember going there as a little girl. Downtown department stores are a thing of the past here.