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Re: Re: E.E
Now Cc --- you mean Don as in Professor or Don as in the mob?
I knew your Gran sounded like she 'worked' the fields - Bless her heart --- LOL throwing an orange --- I love it. She had an indomitable spirit - I see that in your spirit as well. This made me smile. ~ E.E.
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elysianfields
on November 26, 2010 at 12:13 PM
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Re: E.E
One of her children won a unique scholarship taught in a Oxford hospital and became a Don.
Gran swung a axe wore a cap into her eighties threw an orange through the hospital window once when she was admitted tried to tell everyone what to do, but they all loved her.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 25, 2010 at 11:55 PM
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I expect your Grandma was a bit more gentle F.S it was just hard times.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 25, 2010 at 11:44 PM
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Yes C.G. but that was how children were brought up to apreciate little things. we won a hat box of goodies, three little children watched excitedly as it was opened. Wow full up with choc and sweets. I remember my Mum broke a bar of chocolate into three pieces and that was it, the rest would have to be sold. I still have the tattered old hat box and keep trying to throw it away.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 25, 2010 at 11:42 PM
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Re: Mystereo
Learning about emotions I guess Sir
posted by
C_C_T
on November 25, 2010 at 11:35 PM
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Re: Corncroak BILL
I was still learning Bill no one cares like oneself
posted by
C_C_T
on November 25, 2010 at 11:34 PM
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Lo Femia I always stack the fridge with pears from my trees they keep quite well and will become soft in a day, they are so much easier to munch than apples.Perhaps it's the old memory.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 25, 2010 at 11:32 PM
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CC
I agrree with Elisia to eat a pear then to be so stubborn as not to have a piece and end up red faced is sad. Funny for today I ate a pear and thought how wonderful it tasted to me. Blessinga LB Femia
posted by
fememefeme
on November 25, 2010 at 9:19 PM
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Corncroak
I see hot passionate nostalgia here sir. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on November 25, 2010 at 7:11 PM
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Wow this made take a walk down memory lane, yes I can feel your pain that why life teaches to angry not, for God is not the author of confusion. Great read!
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Mystereo
on November 25, 2010 at 7:11 PM
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Family Problems
This one and yesterday's, reminds me of my mother telling me a story. When she was young she went to get some sweets and somethings from a sweet shop, and the woman behind the counter had put the things in a shoe box for her to take back to her mother. Outside the shop though my mother opened the box because it felt so heavy, and it was full of the shop's takings for the week. My mother had never seen so much money in her life. She ran back into the shop, and made the owner look, and the owner was very grateful that my mum had returned it; as it would have been an awful thing to have lost. She gave my mum a whole penny and some sweets as a reward, but when my mother got back to her mum, her mother took the penny, and out of all the sweets my mother only got one or two with big spaces in between. It reminded me of your fruit - someone else got it. It may have been around the same time period because of the amount of money. I do enjoy your poetry and stories. I really do.
posted by
Cheerygirl
on November 25, 2010 at 2:38 PM
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The memories here are so vivid. I feel as though I am there and have a picture of the kids and the grandmother in my mind...This series of poems are memories that I feel that many if not all of us can relate to.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 25, 2010 at 1:48 PM
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Oh this brought a tear to me...my goodness but this was a visually strong memory and oh, it makes me want to hug those boys and yes, the Grandmum, who sounded as if she was a 'worker' and toiled and had her share of misery - too cute, about not wanting to eat the pear and then fuming red
for the stubborness it bore. This touched my heart, Cc ~ E.E.
posted by
elysianfields
on November 25, 2010 at 9:54 AM
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