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Re: FS
Yes very true, try not to get involved too deeply until both are sure.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 27, 2018 at 12:00 PM
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I do not recall of such a game...Painful it is when a love dies.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on August 27, 2018 at 11:12 AM
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I guess a swagman was a lone type, usually up to little tricks. They usually knew those who would help them along. Little rascals. Yes we acknowledge faults and deal with them as we age,well hopefully . Not many true Angels.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 27, 2018 at 10:21 AM
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Re:PAT
I expect it was something similiar Pat, perhaps a later production, probably made in Japan, do you remember those little shells in Christmas crackers, when put in a saucer of water they opened into a kind of flower?
posted by
C_C_T
on August 27, 2018 at 10:16 AM
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Re:RPresta.
Yes we have the same problem at times , very upmarket travelers as they like to be called. Recently they took over one of our car parks and the police had a job to move them on. These were said to come from Ireland. Of course in the olden days many did not have schooling, but they were fairly non-aggressive and some really hit it rich by trading in scrap.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 27, 2018 at 10:12 AM
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Re: Corbin
When I think about it Corbin it was probably a promotion by a chocolate company. It was only made of card. I do remember that we were allowed a pennyworth's of sweets each day.
My younger brother who was always lucky had a go and won a small prize,I had a go and only had the consolation prize, a ha'penny bar of chocolate.
posted by
C_C_T
on August 27, 2018 at 10:05 AM
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I searched everywhere for the game board.....no luck at all.
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on August 27, 2018 at 6:19 AM
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CCT
I don't know about those boards, perhaps if I think hard enough I will remember such a thing from when I was very little but I don't think so. Here, some of the Gypsies are notorious. The police have warned folks. Every so often they come around in new trucks with some scam for selling something, anything from patio furniture to who knows what. Your poem was very delicate in the feel of it and I enjoyed it a lot.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on August 26, 2018 at 4:06 PM
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I remember some kind of a punch board at Uncle Dee's service
station in the '40s. But it was for grownups, kind of a lottery I guess. He wouldn't let us kids give him a nickel or a dime to take a chance on a prize... I do love the poem. Nice work.
posted by
Pat_B
on August 26, 2018 at 12:42 PM
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I love that poem about aging. love does become more gentle when one is old, but it is precious. it also gets scarce as one gets older too. i find young people only garvitate towards a person if they want something.
The gypsey's remind me of the Swagman with his bundle on his back who would a little work for food ...usually chopping wood and making a pile of wood look impressive until Mother pulled one piece from the pile and it would fall into a much smaller heap.
posted by
Kabu
on August 26, 2018 at 11:31 AM
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