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What a character, and well-told!
posted by
Darson
on May 23, 2011 at 12:36 PM
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Great telling, CC! This reminds me of a babysitter I once had
My own grans were soft spoken and easy to wrap around little fingers; this lady didn't hesitate to tell you what she thought and she didn't bend...:) Kudos on the writing!
posted by
Raye09
on May 23, 2011 at 8:38 AM
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Re: Neat storytelling here...perhaps they ran out of jelly for the pastries
Not much chance of that Ariala it would have been too embarrassing
posted by
C_C_T
on May 23, 2011 at 12:03 AM
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Re: quite a little adventure, C.C....Rumor
Never very exciting those jam donuts in my boyhood days not much jam about only parsnip. Are you keeping a chart XX two days to go. Blogit should let old stagers pop in free a couple of times a month. Keep smiling
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2011 at 11:59 PM
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Re: FS
Sure FS. Too vividly at times,
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2011 at 11:54 PM
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Re: glad you had someone you could call gran... POET Prophetess
Yes PP and she sent her son to Oxford and he became a Don.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2011 at 11:53 PM
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Thank you Chuck just reminiscing.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2011 at 11:50 PM
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Re: Gypsy Butterfly
Well G.P perhaps I was a bit too naughty and could not see them.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2011 at 11:49 PM
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Re: Taps
Well of course little children are enjoyable at a certain age I expect it was such a fresh inflow of vitality, It makes nice memories.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2011 at 11:46 PM
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Re: Sam
I seem to be doing things I once enjoyed Sam I bought two containers loganberry plants they had berries on but no one knew what they were I saw a little one growing in my garden that I had been chopping down for years, it gave me the idea.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2011 at 11:43 PM
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Re: CHIFFCHAFF Bill
I guess one has to go back there Bill
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2011 at 11:39 PM
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CHIFFCHAFF
ÙR You use the present tense in nostalgia superbly sir. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on May 22, 2011 at 10:48 PM
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What an awesome story! I could see the berries being picked and hoping not to be discovered! I thoroughly enjoyed this poem! sam
posted by
sam444
on May 22, 2011 at 10:34 PM
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Weren't "grans" wonderful when we were little.
I had a great one that wasn't really my gran. She was care giver to my real gran who was an invalid from a stroke and arthritis, but she treated my sister and I as if we were her favorite children in all the world. She loved having us around and let us get by with things that our parents would never have.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 22, 2011 at 7:22 PM
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Very well expressed & detailed. Plus, I do believe in faeries 
posted by
GypsyButterfly
on May 22, 2011 at 6:26 PM
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such a quite nice story
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on May 22, 2011 at 1:18 PM
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glad you had someone you could call gran...
posted by
poet_prophetess
on May 22, 2011 at 11:41 AM
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The memories are so vivid with the events entrenched in the speaker's mind.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 22, 2011 at 9:51 AM
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quite a little adventure, C.C....
and so vividly described...you scratching your bottom, the big black kettle hung over the fire, the tea steeping in the teapot, I feel like I'm there...and you and Gran bantering back and forth over the drama unfolding out in the yard.
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pass me a donut, would you, please.....
posted by
Rumor
on May 22, 2011 at 9:41 AM
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Neat storytelling here...perhaps they ran out of jelly for the pastries
cause you ate all the raspberries off the bushes.
posted by
Ariala
on May 22, 2011 at 8:40 AM
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