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Re: Re:
LOL...we would have been thrilled too as kids.
posted by
Kabu
on January 31, 2014 at 11:08 AM
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Re: lusterlove
I Guess so LL. not that I would like to meet on down a narrow alley.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 31, 2014 at 12:27 AM
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Re: FS
I expect thousands of poor kids are experiencing such a situation at this time FS. Sadly so.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 31, 2014 at 12:25 AM
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Re: CCT
Funny how the hair moves in water Arthur did say the word for it but I cannot think of it at the moment something like ossillate. Yes not many young boys left now of that era Naut.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 31, 2014 at 12:23 AM
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Re: Ciel
, I asked Arthur what he would do if he caught the monster in the lake. Photograph it and put it back he said. Funny to feel back at times waking with a pain that one had to get used to. Remember Churchill's black dog. No one is unique. Perhaps beyond that feeling is happiness.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 31, 2014 at 12:16 AM
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I expect Arthur will find some Kabu . Well as kids we could not think of a better place for a bomb to fall..
posted by
C_C_T
on January 31, 2014 at 12:06 AM
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Re:Pat
Well we were lucky Pat , I don't suppose the kids minded missing school, most of the teachers were young girls probably dreaming of G.I. heroes.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 31, 2014 at 12:03 AM
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Well Jimmy a good job there are not any next door or they might find it a bit cold in Winter. The price for a few hairs is hairy.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 30, 2014 at 11:53 PM
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Re: Chiff Chaff
I know Bro I do yak on a bit sometimes, but somethings make me cow down.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 30, 2014 at 11:49 PM
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Goodness Jay that near well you will be able to tie a few good flies.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 30, 2014 at 11:47 PM
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Re: Justi
Thank you Justi a different age now.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 30, 2014 at 11:45 PM
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The poem here is really heart rendering. It was scary and representative of a child trying to go on with living in war time. Bless you.
posted by
Justi
on January 30, 2014 at 7:48 PM
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Well a lady down the road has some yaks, but I don't suppose she will shave for me.
posted by
UtahJay
on January 30, 2014 at 6:45 PM
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Chiff Chaff
The things you get to yak about are simply outstanding Bro.
posted by
WileyJohn
on January 30, 2014 at 5:04 PM
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Hmmm . . . where would yaks hang out? 
Well, my initial guess would be somewhere in Asia. But with the way migrations have been going over the years, they may just turn up anywhere! I'll tell ya where you won't find them! Here in Jersey! They may get mistaken for bikers . . .
posted by
JimmyA
on January 30, 2014 at 2:05 PM
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My memories of WWII are much less traumatic than yours.
A bit of sugar rationing, but never actually starving for carrots since Mom had a garden and raised chickens for eggs. I suppose having the school knocked out could be looked at as a nice little break for some - but I never wanted to miss a day. Yak hair as a fishing lure is a new one on me. I think he might find some in a knitting yarn shop, or something that can be used the same way.
posted by
Pat_B
on January 30, 2014 at 1:44 PM
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Perhaps the London zoo would have some Yak hair...I have no idea actually. One wouldn't want to go to Afghanistan...perhaps Tibet!
love that poem and it is aweful to think that the school was hit by a bomb but being late would have probably meant a caning.
posted by
Kabu
on January 30, 2014 at 1:32 PM
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I do not know much about yaks...I cannot imagine what it would be like to live where the school was bombed.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 30, 2014 at 12:19 PM
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yakkity yaks live out back...
Well, not really. But there was a herd near where my middle child lived outside Seattle. We got yak burgers at a restaurant in Centralia, too. I'm sure he could find a source online.
This poem is one of my favorites of yours--we should not lose sight of what life was like then and there. You remind us with feeling and the special kind of tolerance for the intolerable, that kids have.
posted by
Ciel
on January 30, 2014 at 10:01 AM
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CCT
I think Yaks usually live in Tibet and thereabouts, and I think they need their long hair for themselves...And that wartime memory really catches the mood of those days through the eyes of a boy... 
posted by
Nautikos
on January 30, 2014 at 8:08 AM
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not sure what they are but sounds like something you would find in the arabian area
posted by
Lanetay
on January 30, 2014 at 7:48 AM
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