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I have wondered what the new folks will be like in my new neighborhood! Probably more of the same where I am now because folks seem to keep to themselves these days unless they have a complaint and then they can get very vocal! sam 
posted by
sam444
on March 7, 2013 at 3:16 PM
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so much food for thought
funny how when we most need it, our neighbors and friends and even sometimes family shy away, healthy and happy are what we want to visit.
maybe years ago so many had so little and found comfort in each other, maybe we just have to much today.
flowers and gardens are our company.
my father was in ww2 and was never any good after he came home, couldnt be a husband or a father. sad.
glad it all ended with a chuckle in de feet.
posted by
jeansaw
on March 6, 2013 at 9:25 PM
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Re: Annie
Tough times all round A. Not many would make out like it now.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 6, 2013 at 7:17 AM
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nice to read how it was back then....my mom was a depression baby...she well knew about rabbit or squirrel stew to supplement the biscuits....of course she also grew up on a farm
posted by
Annicita
on March 6, 2013 at 12:49 AM
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Re: I don't know what the "bloody quamp" might be, but the mind
Funny little expression Pat. As I told Taps the dialects were rather broad in some area's
when I came on leave from the Army the locals all sounded as Arr and OOh of course now every dialect is churned up. We don't say 'going up strit ' any longer.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 5, 2013 at 11:32 PM
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Re: FS
Cheers FS indeed you are right. beware of de feet.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 5, 2013 at 11:25 PM
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Re: Marrise
Thank you Marrise just trawling through old scenes.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 5, 2013 at 11:23 PM
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Yes I remember Adnohr and believe me I did feel for the poor guy when his former friends could not make the effort. I knew how it felt.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 5, 2013 at 11:21 PM
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Re: Kabu
Yes you would soon get fed up with me visiting. Anyway I should have to come disguised as a canary.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 5, 2013 at 11:16 PM
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Re: Naut
Basically I think people are wary of getting involved Naut. Once one knew one's neighbours background and family traits, little front gardens have disappeared and most folk scurry indoors to put on the telivision. 
posted by
C_C_T
on March 5, 2013 at 11:08 PM
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Taps sad really.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 5, 2013 at 11:05 PM
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Taps dialects were so varied and very often confined to small areas, it was how my mother said it sounded to he0, He actually mean't ,'' God have mercy on poor old Billy he's got the bloody cramp.''
posted by
C_C_T
on March 5, 2013 at 11:04 PM
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Re: CCT
Rough Luck Bill
posted by
C_C_T
on March 5, 2013 at 10:57 PM
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CCT
TMy mother had the symptoms and my father recovered his memory from a minor stroke sir. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on March 5, 2013 at 7:13 PM
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I do like Pat_B's comment. I also have never heard of the quamp. I googled it but found nothing I thought might be what you were referring to.
posted by
TAPS.
on March 5, 2013 at 6:55 PM
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Goodness, these are all so interesting. I love reading of your family history in your poems. That first part is so true how neighboring has changed since I was a kid. My mom and dad knew anybody and everybody in the whole neighborhood and visited around and took care of each other.
posted by
TAPS.
on March 5, 2013 at 6:54 PM
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CCT
Yes, neighbourliness is very much a thing of the past, methinks...Bess' memories are fascinating - do give us more! And as so many of your poems, this one too has a wonderful off-beat quality...
posted by
Nautikos
on March 5, 2013 at 5:59 PM
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hello...back attcha...It would be nice to go visit your old pal.
No one cmes near us, we are very isolated, especially in the Winter. I made lamingtons...pop in for a cuppa.
posted by
Kabu
on March 5, 2013 at 5:08 PM
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Do go visit your neighbour. My brother was saddened that many of his friends wouldn't come by when he was so ill. Enjoyed both poems, the second with the pun ending was quite amusing.
posted by
adnohr
on March 5, 2013 at 1:48 PM
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These are very picturesque recollections and interesting. 
posted by
mariss9
on March 5, 2013 at 1:09 PM
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It can be difficult to visit someone with an illness...Interetesting about the village life there...A good poem about love there.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on March 5, 2013 at 11:02 AM
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I don't know what the "bloody quamp" might be, but the mind
does sniff around the possibilities like a mouse at the corncrib. Loved the stories of how you worked with your father, how the village was. Spoiled now, we think these days a day without the electricity is horrible beyond enduring.
posted by
Pat_B
on March 5, 2013 at 8:38 AM
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