Go to C.C.
- Add a comment
- Go to (No subject)
I think we all go through this phase! Thanks for your visit.
posted by
Nita09
on February 16, 2012 at 6:03 AM
| link to this | reply
Sounds like you had the makings of a great entrepreneur
I always love reading your writing...it's like opening a box of chocolates, you never know what you will get Happy Valentine's Day my friend
posted by
Whisperer4U
on February 14, 2012 at 5:31 PM
| link to this | reply
I think we all need a little insanity - it's where the best (and worst) ideas come from
posted by
lionreign
on February 14, 2012 at 3:53 AM
| link to this | reply
CCT
No they never found my brother Mike, just some bone remains in the jungle and his dog tags. He is buried at the British War Cemetery in Imphal, Pakistan. (Used to be India)
posted by
WileyJohn
on February 13, 2012 at 10:10 PM
| link to this | reply
Thank you so much for writing this. Life is too hard sometimes to yield to unless you do go a bit bonkers. Yes, C.C.T. I went totally bonkers and kept up the routine caring for my children and running my business but I hadn't a clue. This happened after my first son died. He was killed and I had no warning, of course. I still don't believe it or that the other one died not too many years after, both young, not married no children just young men waiting to die it seemed, yes I went bonkers. I lost something precious forever.
posted by
Justi
on February 13, 2012 at 6:27 PM
| link to this | reply
I myself have been bonkers a time or two.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on February 13, 2012 at 12:25 PM
| link to this | reply
Re: Bonkers?
Pat It helps if one has a wealthy upbringing, I suppose we had to suppress our ambitions and cut our cloth accordingly.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:39 AM
| link to this | reply
Re:
Taps yes maternal instincts, well you could have done worse. Of course you might have been the Chieftess of a forgotten tribe by now.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:35 AM
| link to this | reply
Re:
Well Sam we never had any preparation I think one lad passed out of forty, I do not think the teachers would have passed either in those days.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:32 AM
| link to this | reply
Re: With Delicasy
Amanda Just simple things Amanda, hope that you feel stable and thank you.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:29 AM
| link to this | reply
Re: CCT
Wiley Yes A bike was a prestige vehicle in those days Wiley our first one did not have tyres. but we all learned to ride on it somehow. Never found poor old Mike I suppose.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:26 AM
| link to this | reply
Re:
Annicita, I guess it was a lot worse for many , people soon forget
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:22 AM
| link to this | reply
Re: i love it when your thoughts take you back all those years
Kabu, I would love to explore your mind, but our Wiley has filled it with love and roses.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:17 AM
| link to this | reply
Re: CCT
Not a prolific layer, Bill but we eat all other eggs from supposedly small dinosaurs, what do you think of that repast in some countries where they eat partially formed ducks in the shell.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:15 AM
| link to this | reply
Re:
Just think Jay if people would only feature themselves on blogit, we would have a bonanza and really find out what make people tick.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:10 AM
| link to this | reply
Re:
Adnohr There will always be dreamers adnohr and opportunists as you know, I guess most fall in the middle.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 12:06 AM
| link to this | reply
My Good Lord CCT, what a life you have lived and brought to us in stories and poem. Stories and poems I will never forget. You have touched me today Sir.
posted by
UtahJay
on February 13, 2012 at 12:05 AM
| link to this | reply
Love reading these memories too, C.C. Times were much harder then, it seems, but air castles seem to have made it through each generation anyway.
posted by
adnohr
on February 12, 2012 at 11:00 PM
| link to this | reply
CCT
Ù Can you eat turkey eggs sir? BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on February 12, 2012 at 7:34 PM
| link to this | reply
i love it when your thoughts take you back all those years
living history that's our dear C C.
posted by
Kabu
on February 12, 2012 at 5:29 PM
| link to this | reply
ohhhh.....my mom and dad grew up during wwii but my father at the time lived south of the border and my mom in rural arkansas......
posted by
Annicita
on February 12, 2012 at 4:07 PM
| link to this | reply
CCT
I never got a scholarship either and I was the 8th one down the line to get the bike in the family. I remember my Nanny in Manchester writing to us now and again during the war, one story she told was of hiding under the dining room table in air raids. My brother Mike wasin the RAF and never made it back home. He was killed in India, flying over the Himalayas.
posted by
WileyJohn
on February 12, 2012 at 1:59 PM
| link to this | reply
With Delicasy
You weave your tales with delicasy. This story should be a book. It is told as delicantly as a baker, not adding this or that, but allowing the cake just be a cake. He is a master of baking, thus you are a master at words.
posted by
Amanda6
on February 12, 2012 at 1:25 PM
| link to this | reply
When I was young I aspired to have my own business but I lacked the knowledge in the long run and was not successful! But, like you I pursued it anyway! I can't imagine watching a bomb fall from the sky, it would be so frightening! As far as not getting a scholarship it's disappointing but certainly not the end of the world! My son got one to go to college on and he dropped out and I implored him to think about it because the opportunity would not come his way again but it never made any difference to him! So sad he let it go! In the end I think the both of us have done okay and we can be satisfied, too! sam
posted by
sam444
on February 12, 2012 at 12:10 PM
| link to this | reply
I don't remember ever thinking about having a business of my own. When I was young I thought I was going to be a missionary to the Jivaro head hunters in the jungles of the Andes and the headwaters of the Amazon Basin. That changed when I met the man I wanted to marry and my desire changed to being mother to my own little jungle rats.
posted by
TAPS.
on February 12, 2012 at 11:57 AM
| link to this | reply
Bonkers?
You mean that neighborhood just around the bend? Yes, I have been there. Also have built air castles -- a cafe where blues musicians would jam and poets would slam, a bookstore that sells only books for writers. Money wasn't the bottom line for me, which meant they'd fail before the lease expired.
posted by
Pat_B
on February 12, 2012 at 11:16 AM
| link to this | reply