tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post7561510201925636552..comments2024-03-27T11:18:59.924+00:00Comments on Sun Dried Sparrows: Girl next doorChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-59792290311923494672012-12-04T16:13:34.161+00:002012-12-04T16:13:34.161+00:00Doing a bit of catch up on your blog, I always lov...Doing a bit of catch up on your blog, I always love your recollection pieces!Wilthomerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10310808241428717740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-90174861251826171512012-10-02T10:19:35.513+01:002012-10-02T10:19:35.513+01:00Ah, I like that - and hopefully The Young Swede di...Ah, I like that - and hopefully The Young Swede did lots of playing out!<br />Many thanks for your appreciation too.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-35074335506086590952012-10-01T21:32:10.834+01:002012-10-01T21:32:10.834+01:00Another evocative and charming post C.
A clear m...Another evocative and charming post C. <br /><br />A clear memory from my childhood is the coded meaning of the phrase, 'playing out'. I'd go across the street, for example, knock at the door and when my mate's Mum answered the door I'd say, 'is Roy playing out?'. The same question would be asked at my door to my Mum by various chums and to every other Mum in the neighbourhood no doubt. The answer would directly relate to how the child in question had been behaving that day, so the actual unspoken sub-text of the request was 'has Roy been a good boy today?' and the answer would either be 'hold on a minute (shouts up the stairs) ROY!......he won't be a minute, would you like to come in and wait?' or (quite often in Roy's case as I remember) the door being slammed in my face! I also seem to recall my Mum doing her fair share of door-slamming to my pals when I'd been a bad lad!The Swedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13237251779370596904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-55260076960565040692012-09-30T22:59:51.289+01:002012-09-30T22:59:51.289+01:00That's sweet, e.f. The best things are worth ...That's sweet, e.f. The best things are worth waiting for!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-5459316816807943922012-09-30T14:35:35.126+01:002012-09-30T14:35:35.126+01:00It weren't for lack of tryin' on my part b...It weren't for lack of tryin' on my part but, no. I would have married her at 15...it took her ten years to come around.<br /><br />That picture is adorable.e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-13696301491087300222012-09-30T12:09:23.330+01:002012-09-30T12:09:23.330+01:00Many thanks, I enjoyed recalling it!Many thanks, I enjoyed recalling it!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-16330337606263482562012-09-29T18:10:46.219+01:002012-09-29T18:10:46.219+01:00That was most enjoyable...excellent recolection!That was most enjoyable...excellent recolection!Old Pa's Cornerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367815328789444775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-18069019374370445102012-09-29T12:32:05.892+01:002012-09-29T12:32:05.892+01:00SB - thank you - yes I think it was a bit like som...SB - thank you - yes I think it was a bit like something out of Heidi, without the mountains(although the gardens were on a steep hill and from the top of them we could see right over the rooftops so, nearly...)<br />Our friends come and go but the best memories stay, don't they?Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-62206526731108315472012-09-29T12:27:56.350+01:002012-09-29T12:27:56.350+01:00Thank you, sir. Ah, I smiled when I read that abo...Thank you, sir. Ah, I smiled when I read that about Martha. Were you childhood sweethearts?<br />The picture is horrendous, isn't it? In good time for Hallowe'en.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-46631280004994089812012-09-29T12:25:16.226+01:002012-09-29T12:25:16.226+01:00Thanks - your neighbourhood sounds fascinating and...Thanks - your neighbourhood sounds fascinating and quite different to my very quietly suburban childhood surroundings (we thought the German family were pretty exotic!) That's amazing about the 'keeping pigs' comment...<br />Funny how Robert's comment still sticks in my mind and, yes, you have to wonder what he turned out like...Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-22028493267616379502012-09-29T12:21:39.793+01:002012-09-29T12:21:39.793+01:00Aww, thank you, Dr MVM - I am touched, honoured an...Aww, thank you, Dr MVM - I am touched, honoured and very red... (You've made my day!)Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-61489862931959337002012-09-29T12:19:25.715+01:002012-09-29T12:19:25.715+01:00That's interesting to read of your different e...That's interesting to read of your different experience, too - and, as you say, venturing out of those familial surroundings must have felt a lot more daunting.<br />I did wonder about Micha and if she'd remember the Bing Bong monicker as vividly as I do!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-83547525729049507942012-09-29T10:41:40.299+01:002012-09-29T10:41:40.299+01:00Beautiful recollection. I have this fabulous pictu...Beautiful recollection. I have this fabulous picture of in my head, ringing that little bell out the window. Like something out oh 'Heidi'. And a family out of Enid Blyton - that's wonderful. Certainly sparks a few memories of my past playmates. Where do they all go?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-64294563591676243462012-09-28T17:27:01.039+01:002012-09-28T17:27:01.039+01:00That is precious...just precious.
Until I was 13 ...That is precious...just precious.<br /><br />Until I was 13 we lived in an isolated neighborhood. We couldn't get away from one another...we didn't have any choice but to get to know one another.<br /><br />After that we moved a good bit and it never was like that again. The only next door kid from my childhood/early teens that I've been able to keep up with is Martha.<br /><br />Such a good post..and that picture...e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-54291891215929550422012-09-28T16:58:15.777+01:002012-09-28T16:58:15.777+01:00Lovely heartwarming stuff, C. Like you I often won...Lovely heartwarming stuff, C. Like you I often wonder what happened to my childhood neighbours, who were a textbook collection of post war London immigrants - Irish, Indian, Nigerian, Polish Jewish, and a scattering of none-too-happy indigenous white English (my parents were asked by our next-door neighbour if they intended to keep pigs in the back garden when they moved in, "because we've heard about you Irish".). As far as I know, we all continued to scatter further out, to be superseded by a new generation of incomers. That's London, guv. <br /><br />And too would love it if one Micha happened to be trawling the web and came across your post...though I bet 'Robert' has grown up to be a bit of a twit. Kolley Kibberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07055145770836351738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-12050663482992455422012-09-28T15:14:26.199+01:002012-09-28T15:14:26.199+01:00It's posts like this that restore my faith in ...It's posts like this that restore my faith in blogging. You're adorable.Dr. Monkey Von Monkersteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14370062692837972451noreply@blogger.com