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Muser
What a lovely compliment - thank you.
posted by
mneme
on February 21, 2007 at 3:25 AM
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Mneme, I read this to Max right after you posted it...even though I am just
now getting back to comment. I love your British accent, your sometimes different vocabulary, your historical memories so different than mine though we are close in age. This is just beautiful...one of my favorites of yours...maybe my favorite, at least for now. Max thinks you are brilliant also!
posted by
muser
on February 20, 2007 at 9:46 AM
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Wiley
I have no idea who wrote that. Just one of those things that you store and forget about.
posted by
mneme
on February 15, 2007 at 1:55 AM
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Dave
thanks for the valentine message, you read my mind
- and I'll check out seamus heaney, bound to be some in the library.
posted by
mneme
on February 15, 2007 at 1:54 AM
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Bhaskar
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. Nice to have the memory too.
posted by
mneme
on February 15, 2007 at 1:47 AM
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 HappyVal 'n' Tim's Day
~ Hope you're doing OK. Long time, no blog. |
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on February 14, 2007 at 4:40 AM
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mneme
LOL I loved your little ditty here too luv, and yup, time nearly gone.
posted by
WileyJohn
on February 13, 2007 at 11:59 AM
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Hi Mneme, order yourself a copy of 'Death of a Naturalist'
I think you'd like him. Or just google Seamus Heaney and read a bit of his stuff online somewhere. I'm not a massive fan myself, but I think you will be.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on February 13, 2007 at 3:24 AM
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mneme
Beautifully expressed and picturized.
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on February 13, 2007 at 3:12 AM
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Dave
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it - I have to say though, I don't know Heaney, never having read any.
posted by
mneme
on February 13, 2007 at 3:07 AM
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whinge
thanks for visiting and commenting - and somehow I now feel quite old...!
posted by
mneme
on February 13, 2007 at 3:06 AM
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Excellent Mneme. Very Heaney.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on February 12, 2007 at 10:36 AM
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Funny though as my Mam was born in '56.
22 years later, my memory reflects a little of yours.
posted by
CringeintheUSA
on February 12, 2007 at 5:28 AM
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I loved this, it reminds me of a memory I used to have too, or myself
and my sister both in an ancient pram, my sister restrained by those godawful leather strap leiderhosen looking harnesses, on the way to the shop.
No sign of my brother, guess he was a bump I don't remember either. I can't have been three at the time.
Thank you for reminding me of happy times with your lovely poem.
posted by
CringeintheUSA
on February 12, 2007 at 5:27 AM
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Justi
Nice to see you :) thank you, I'm glad you liked it. How are you?
posted by
mneme
on February 12, 2007 at 3:40 AM
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jacenta
Thanks for visiting and commenting.
posted by
mneme
on February 12, 2007 at 3:39 AM
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Wiley...!
it's nice to see you, and thanks for commenting. I tend to agree with you; things didn't seem to change so fast in days gone by, did they?
That reminds me of a poem my sister liked (I think she memorised it because it was only short):
When, as a child,
I laughed and wept,
Time crept
And later,
As I older grew,
Time flew.
Soon I shall find,
While hurrying on,
Time gone.
Anon (as far as I know).
posted by
mneme
on February 12, 2007 at 3:37 AM
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johnmacnab
You and me both... not a Libra too are you? (correcting the balance).
posted by
mneme
on February 12, 2007 at 3:31 AM
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Ypunday
Yes, guys can have memories of walking with mother too:) thanks for the pram photo and for your good wishes. And I love the plant picture, very cheerful and bright.. I am still busy but getting more on top of things.
posted by
mneme
on February 12, 2007 at 3:30 AM
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Troosha
Thank you so much - I consider this a compliment. It didn't take very long to write, probably because the memories are so strong.
posted by
mneme
on February 12, 2007 at 3:23 AM
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mneme
So beautiful. Such a perfect picture you painted. Thanks for sharing.
posted by
Justi
on February 12, 2007 at 3:22 AM
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richinstore
thanks for visiting..!
posted by
mneme
on February 12, 2007 at 3:22 AM
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Good evening blogit friends
I'm just getting caught up - apologies if I am a little slow.
posted by
mneme
on February 12, 2007 at 3:18 AM
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mneme...
Your poem is very lovely.
posted by
jacentaOld
on February 11, 2007 at 6:08 PM
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http://www.evergreengardenworks.com/graphics/rebs022.jpg
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on February 11, 2007 at 6:01 PM
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mneme
Lovely poem, almost could be from the 40's more than the 50's. I remember it better from the 40's of course because I was in my 20's in 56. Great read luv.
posted by
WileyJohn
on February 10, 2007 at 9:47 PM
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LOL--see U were the inspiration for that post.Bloggers feed off each other
& on rare occasions, upon each other.
I hope your work load gets lighter...always good when any of us can spend quality time on Blogit. Shalom my friend. Neil
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on February 10, 2007 at 5:47 AM
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And boy, do I correct it! I even managed not to be a Teddy Boy.
posted by
johnmacnab
on February 10, 2007 at 5:01 AM
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Promise...
I love this find enough to use it on my posts
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on February 8, 2007 at 3:03 PM
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Now, as a guy am I allowed to say, I've these vivid memories too- but from
South Africa. You know about the veld...we had the Great Trek! Tanga and Finoa may know this only too well....shalom (I will get back with a perambulator!!) Neil
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on February 8, 2007 at 2:57 PM
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mneme
Your memory of the trek through the grasses – your mother struggling with the pushcart – they’re so vivid.
stubborn meadow-grass…. Chatter through whispering grasses…… Across dry wheaten fields
What a beautiful poem born out of a childhood memory.
posted by
Troosha
on February 8, 2007 at 8:47 AM
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mneme
posted by
richinstore
on February 8, 2007 at 8:08 AM
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MsVision
Nice to meet you. We used to walk everywhere - few cars, back then. I can't remember a time when I was in the pushchair or pram myself, but I do remember how much hailstones hurt my bare legs when we got caught out on one of those endless trips to the shops.
posted by
mneme
on February 8, 2007 at 4:00 AM
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Joe Love
Thank you for such a nice comment; you paint a pretty good picture yourself. I find I have the image and the sense of the scene in my mind as I write, so it seems to flow sometimes - and not, at others.
posted by
mneme
on February 8, 2007 at 3:56 AM
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So clear
I remember walking for miles with my mother, though I was probably in comfort in the pram. I think I used to ride on my nans old shopping cart sometimes too, back from the shops.
posted by
MsVision
on February 8, 2007 at 3:50 AM
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Tonyzonit
It really was another world wasn't it? And yet there's still so much green in England in spite of all the building. I'm also rather glad I don't have any recollections of powdered eggs, but my mother does.
posted by
mneme
on February 8, 2007 at 3:50 AM
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Tanga
thank you - they come out of nowhere, and are still very clear. I hoped it would paint a picture that others could see too.
posted by
mneme
on February 8, 2007 at 3:42 AM
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johnmacnab
nothing wrong with being naive - we can't all be global go-getters, someone has to correct the imbalance :)
posted by
mneme
on February 8, 2007 at 3:41 AM
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johnmacnab
I seem to remember quite large white tins, and clearly remember the term 'national dried' being bandied about. And Teddy Boys, who looked quite menacing to a small child.
Thank you too, for your comments on my sidebar.
posted by
mneme
on February 8, 2007 at 3:39 AM
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afzal50
thank you :)
posted by
mneme
on February 8, 2007 at 3:31 AM
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Lovely images you have painted with words.
I'm quite envious. I don't think I could ever describe such a vivid walk with the number of words you have used in your poem. Very nice job!
posted by
Joe_Love
on February 7, 2007 at 6:40 PM
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Like looking into a time capsule Good Poem.
Nick
posted by
EmptySouls
on February 7, 2007 at 2:50 PM
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A good ten years after the war, it was still quite bleak, wasn't it?
I think I had national baby milk too, in the sixties. Probably explains a lot! Great visual images of childhood and change, Mneme! I vaguely remember when my family first lived in the house we all grew up in, there were still lots of fields nearby, but before too long it was all built on.
posted by
Antonionioni
on February 7, 2007 at 12:17 PM
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just to say hello
posted by
star4sky5
on February 7, 2007 at 8:45 AM
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You have portrayed
your memories beautifully
posted by
Tanga
on February 7, 2007 at 6:35 AM
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mneme.
P.S. I find myself reading your 'About this Blog' sidebar every time I read your posts, mneme, and I find it very thought provoking.
posted by
johnmacnab
on February 7, 2007 at 6:35 AM
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mneme
Did we still have tins of national dried milk in 1956? I remember them during the war, and the ration books. In '56 I was still a naive teenager - come to think of it, nothing has changed, except the aches and wrinkles.
posted by
johnmacnab
on February 7, 2007 at 6:32 AM
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Nice poem.
posted by
afzal50
on February 7, 2007 at 4:14 AM
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slam
Well, I guess they will just think it's normal. Growing up, I never thought of it as post-war; it's only now looking back that I see how innocent we were. My teens were spent negotiating the sixties and we thought the world was ours. Different now. Our kids have so much more to worry about than we did.
posted by
mneme
on February 7, 2007 at 3:43 AM
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Post War Britain
Post War Britain
All I’ve ever known is post war Britain. I wonder what the next generation will make of it?
posted by
slam
on February 7, 2007 at 3:36 AM
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