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Pretty rough times Marrise, it always has been for some. Thank you.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 11, 2012 at 9:28 AM
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Very fine recollections and memories. They remind me of that WWII movie that came out at the beginning of the year
posted by
mariss9
on August 11, 2012 at 8:45 AM
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Re: The first poem talking through your Father is a wonder. I cannot get beyond
Well he was not a real gypsy Kabu his Mother had been brought up as a gentlewoman on a farm that was prosperous until the parents died and the sons let it all go.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 11, 2012 at 12:50 AM
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Re: CCT
Hi Wiley Yes you remember and he probably seemed old when he came home. Wars do that to a man.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 11, 2012 at 12:45 AM
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Re: Pat
I suppose they were plentiful in those days Pat. A little pan of partridge eggs and a few mushrooms. I stayed with an old Aunt once and we went mushrooming I remember we had a job to carry them home safetly they kept spilling out of our overloaded bags.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 11, 2012 at 12:43 AM
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Re: Pannonian
Yes very funny, but you see I like the occasional waft of contaminated air that you enjoy and I have this thing about most things. However I am sorry really if I bundled you as a 
stereotype, one has to answer rather too quickly to some questions and apologizing is nothing new.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 11, 2012 at 12:34 AM
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Re: FS
Thank you FS I don't think this poem has changed a lot in reality if one can get a plot.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 11, 2012 at 12:16 AM
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Re:TAPS
I think a lot of kids will miss this kind of recollections of their own families Taps a sense of belonging.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 11, 2012 at 12:13 AM
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I love the way you write of days gone by and people long gone. It always makes me start thinking of my own family history.
posted by
TAPS.
on August 10, 2012 at 2:36 PM
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An incredible poem about your father there...Reading about life in the early 1950s was interesting to, somthing this history major enjoys reading about.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on August 10, 2012 at 1:01 PM
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CCT
"Pannion having never kept a diary for more than a week. I suggest self disciplined people are the most likely and young girls, both for different reasons. I don't know what they are though. The morning sun is the really great thing to happen since neighbours cut their trees it plonks itself in the East.
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In the East? How monotonous. Have you considered relocating to somewhere where high mountains dominate the landscape? 
posted by
Pannonian
on August 10, 2012 at 12:37 PM
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I agree with the comments by Wiley and Kabu.
The bird's nest on the ground your boy robbed reminds me of a phrase I've heard people use, years ago. I believe the saying goes "easy as finding a bird's nest on the ground," that came from days when people worked the fields and foraged for extras on the way home. Greens, wild fruits and berries, eggs...
posted by
Pat_B
on August 10, 2012 at 12:24 PM
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CCT
Wonderful poetic conversation about your dad. My dad was over there in that war and thankfully came home. The story and poem are alike, it is quite wonderful and it always amazes me how you can turn a story into a poem that flows more beautifully than rhyming. Have a peace filled weekend my friend.
posted by
WileyJohn
on August 10, 2012 at 11:53 AM
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The first poem talking through your Father is a wonder. I cannot get beyond
posted by
Kabu
on August 10, 2012 at 10:42 AM
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