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Re: Re: your poems your Bess....your Journal...to come here is to open a treasure
yes I did just love dirty little boys and all their little school traumas and their energy and dirty socks and stuff in their pockets.....My two babies were little boys.
posted by
Kabu
on March 12, 2013 at 4:53 PM
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Thanks lion any snow your way?.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 12, 2013 at 12:12 PM
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Two great poems today, great work.
posted by
lionreign
on March 12, 2013 at 8:16 AM
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Re: FS
There was Gipsy encampment 5 minutes away one dubious well and no toilets the mind boggles.FS Keep drinking the water.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 12, 2013 at 12:55 AM
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RePat
Pat I suppose survival is ingrained and if one does not know a different kind of life it is accepted, It does seem a bit barbaric I expect the Romans were more sophisticated centuries before. Yes I should lay off the rhubarb.
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C_C_T
on March 12, 2013 at 12:51 AM
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Re: Adnohr
I vaguely remember our first tap the consensus was that the water was not so sweet and soft as the well water. The well water probably filtered through the cemetery makes a difference. Honest Adnohr we haven't got poision ivy here, honest.
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C_C_T
on March 12, 2013 at 12:44 AM
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Re:Justi
Hi Justi, yes she said carry on till you drop, come back in three months , It was not much of a life but it was family struggling to survive.
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C_C_T
on March 12, 2013 at 12:38 AM
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Re: ChiffChaff
No Wiley my Grandfather but who was counting so many relatives unaccounted for. Well back to the grindstone minus 10 in a bitter wind here. Coldest March for donkies. Global warming no doubt.
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C_C_T
on March 12, 2013 at 12:34 AM
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Re: your poems your Bess....your Journal...to come here is to open a treasure
Alright Kabu yes she gave the thumbs up literally I have never seen a Doc do that before. I bet you loved dirty little boys.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 12, 2013 at 12:26 AM
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Re: Naut
Yes tough times Naut made hard women. I can't seem to do the travel scene these days.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 12, 2013 at 12:23 AM
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I bet you had a big horrible sink Sam some early ones were cut from stone.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 12, 2013 at 12:17 AM
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I remember the first water we had in our house was through a hand pump! We did not have indoor plumbing until I was a bout 10! Wow! I don't think I could even do that now! sam
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sam444
on March 11, 2013 at 9:12 PM
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CCT
Poor Bess is having a hard time of it - and so is everybody else, including Dad, of course...And the poem is a mystical/carnal tour de force...
posted by
Nautikos
on March 11, 2013 at 8:41 PM
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your poems your Bess....your Journal...to come here is to open a treasure
chest and find all sorts of goodies.
Good luck with the Dr. let us know won't you? and Bess was so sad...Father must have known that he was going back to die...what a terrible thing is war. And your poem....what can I say but dirty little Boy!!!!
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Kabu
on March 11, 2013 at 5:35 PM
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ChiffChaff
I heard of that crash from my dad because it crashed the year before I was born. I like early appointments too with doctors. Bess is a very descriptive poem and sad really. Was that your dad killed in WW I Bro.? Wonderful Breakthrough. LOL Poison Ivy eh? You re a rascal Bro.
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WileyJohn
on March 11, 2013 at 5:34 PM
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C.C.
I hope your doctor gave you a good bill of health. I so loved little Bess, I understand her I have lost too many as have others. The poem was incredibly creative.
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Justi
on March 11, 2013 at 4:05 PM
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First house I lived in with running water I was 12 years old. But we had a decent well outside, and the animals were allowed nowhere near the house...except our dogs and cats, who were still made to stay in the summer kitchen or woodshed. We were far better off than poor Bess. But I can remember certain farm accidents taking lives. Enjoyed the poem - rotten luck his mistake...where else does she have poison ivy?
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adnohr
on March 11, 2013 at 2:39 PM
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I believe there's a bit if Irish gloom over your blog for today,
stories of early death and grimy war, and snipers and pigs floating in the flood. It's amazing the things people survive and even take for granted as children. And thank heavens for hot & cold running water, flush toilets and showers. I shall not eat rhubarb pie again for awhile. :)
posted by
Pat_B
on March 11, 2013 at 2:00 PM
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I am sure the Hindenberg was a big news story when it happened...I cannot imagine living without running water...That was quite the ending there with the poem.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on March 11, 2013 at 11:40 AM
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