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Good to have you "lingering"....<b>Linda Sue </b><br />Good to have you "lingering". I like the thought of that! And many thanks for your kind words.<br /><br /><b>A Cuban in London</b><br />The lamp man is probably the most vivid of those particular memories, but it must also be the oldest. Thanks.<br /><br /><b>lakeviewer</b><br />Thank you. Good of you to stop by to say so.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-45987625904735232362009-12-21T19:38:51.894+00:002009-12-21T19:38:51.894+00:00Wow! What a beautiful memoir piece! Loved it!Wow! What a beautiful memoir piece! Loved it!Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-16941320053963643012009-12-21T16:31:24.449+00:002009-12-21T16:31:24.449+00:00And may many more adult memories come. My favourit...And may many more adult memories come. My favourite bit was your prayer about the lamp man coming later. So sweet and innocent.<br /><br />Many thanks. That was a very special poem/post.<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-53842688354930486902009-12-21T16:23:53.911+00:002009-12-21T16:23:53.911+00:00Dear Dave, i came here late on purpose, I knew tha...Dear Dave, i came here late on purpose, I knew that here I would linger , my day altered dreamily when ther is so much pressure to get things done- it is a holiday, you realize...Fabulous, delicious writing and remeberings...I will be coming back as I have "favorited" this. Love your childhood posts! Wonderfully putting me right there! God Yul! Eat a cookie!Linda Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03070050388987072100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-13842551216645789192009-12-21T11:06:51.400+00:002009-12-21T11:06:51.400+00:00Derrick
Thanks for that. Never heard of gennels, ...<b>Derrick </b><br />Thanks for that. Never heard of gennels, but I shall look it up.<br /><br /><b>The Weaver of Grass </b><br />I only had that outside loo experience briefly when we went to distant cousins in the country to escape the bombing, but the memories are still very vivid - as are those of the churchyard.<br /><br /><b>Totalfeckineejit </b><br />Thanks for the response. For once I wrote the first bit first!<br /><br /><b>enchantedoak </b><br />Yes, for a certain period of time they were everywhere!<br /><br /><b>Carl </b><br />Thanks Carl.<br /><br /><b>Fantastic Forrest </b><br />What a lovely idea, that would be great! I do hope you get your sabbatical approved soon - and how exciting to have that geneological connection! <br /><br /><b>Crafty Green Poet </b><br />Thanks for the kind words.<br /><br /><b>Rachel </b><br />Absolutely!<br /><br />Woops, I hadn't scrolled down far enough. Nearly missed the last bit. Thanks for a very generous post.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-91882843774561261442009-12-21T10:06:22.869+00:002009-12-21T10:06:22.869+00:00Nothing like an old dragon though, especially one ...Nothing like an old dragon though, especially one with a good memory! :)<br /><br />You're a great time machine...<br /><br /> "jackets flapping, <br />half on, half streaming out behind, caught, twisted<br />and misshapen like so many broken<br />wings on injured birds, their owners fluttering,<br />in half-flight, hopping, stumbling from our sight"...<br /><br />Love the alliteration in this bit especially.Rachel Fentonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10046917627054462214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-69502267133523261942009-12-21T08:21:10.046+00:002009-12-21T08:21:10.046+00:00wonderful rythm and details in this,wonderful rythm and details in this,Crafty Green Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02486633917197181851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-68110808340639370482009-12-21T08:01:56.500+00:002009-12-21T08:01:56.500+00:00I could hug you for this. You write of the specia...I could hug you for this. You write of the special things about England that I and many of my friends find so fascinating. Dragons, be they crochety priests or low flying German planes, are exotic creatures. <br /><br />Some day soon (sabbatical, please get approved!) I hope to venture where you didn't, and see Lord Nelson's home. One of my genealogist cousins claims we're descended from Lord Nelson's mother (through his brother). I'd love to meet you in person, and introduce my children to the man whose posts have provided many interesting dinner conversations.Fantastic Forresthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08044290192610027408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-88931642315177150882009-12-21T06:32:17.585+00:002009-12-21T06:32:17.585+00:00Dave- I really enjoyed it. What a great story and...Dave- I really enjoyed it. What a great story and had me thinking of my adventures in the woods near our home as a kid.<br /><br />CarlCarlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09751363280115223716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-79814959212332839862009-12-21T02:07:18.747+00:002009-12-21T02:07:18.747+00:00Oh, the dragons of youth! I took my own walk simul...Oh, the dragons of youth! I took my own walk simultaneously with yours. The dragons that lurked in the dark beyond the chicken pen! The dragons who served in the church. The first day of school and the dragons who led it. The dim smoky bar where my mother went to get cigar boxes for my little collection. The dragons in the closets! A wonderful reminiscence with you.Enchanted Oakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14815997287116818456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-52895840953236795182009-12-20T18:44:10.339+00:002009-12-20T18:44:10.339+00:00Epic! Particularly enjoyed the first piece.Epic! Particularly enjoyed the first piece.Totalfeckineejithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05352708391465031655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-10436726161710012122009-12-20T14:04:34.029+00:002009-12-20T14:04:34.029+00:00Dave you have managed to encapsulate all the fears...Dave you have managed to encapsulate all the fears and all the musings on the odd ways of adults in this. I read it and at times was overcome with memories. Oh yes - those great stone vaults in the churchyard where the top stone had been pushed back a bit - what or who had escaped and where had they gone and would they come back and climb back in when it was dark.<br />Our lavatory was outside and down the bottonm of the garden. "I am just going down the garden" being our euphemism for going for a wee.<br />I would sit there in the bitter cold having to pluck up courage to come out of the door into the dark and walk (or rather run) back up the path to the back door - here be dragons indeed.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-13752905753895522102009-12-20T13:35:38.243+00:002009-12-20T13:35:38.243+00:00Hi Dave,
Thoroughly enjoyed that! It is beautiful...Hi Dave,<br /><br />Thoroughly enjoyed that! It is beautifully written. I've never heard of a twitte(r)n. We always had gennels.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00861397533660827678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-27265087614008258582009-12-20T09:25:15.967+00:002009-12-20T09:25:15.967+00:00Harlequin
A very reassuring comment. Thanks.
Mad...<b>Harlequin </b><br />A very reassuring comment. Thanks.<br /><br /><b>Madame DeFarge </b><br />That is a very pleasing compliment. Thank you so much for it.<br /><br /><b>Rebecca </b><br />Very useful feedback. Thank you for it.<br /><br /><b>John </b><br />Very generous. Very grateful for it. Thanks.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-35219059558395714882009-12-20T00:26:03.070+00:002009-12-20T00:26:03.070+00:00Beautifully done--the blank verse is accomplished,...Beautifully done--the blank verse is accomplished, the details right, the narrative compelling. First rate!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15687192784861682991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-71835226736322020002009-12-19T23:08:11.138+00:002009-12-19T23:08:11.138+00:00Wonderful. I love the rhythm of it - it does sound...Wonderful. I love the rhythm of it - it does sound great said out loud.Becca McCallumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09339982441409936532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-84905820702333837202009-12-19T22:15:14.873+00:002009-12-19T22:15:14.873+00:00This demands several readings, it's so densely...This demands several readings, it's so densely imaged. It needs to be read out loud - I think it would sound fantastic.Madame DeFargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08172239340844485940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-1437443432729071232009-12-19T20:40:15.268+00:002009-12-19T20:40:15.268+00:00this was so NOT a stroll down memory lane.... wha...this was so NOT a stroll down memory lane.... what a rich and textured description.... I could feel the context; nicely done! <br /> <br />I especially liked : a touch gravitas.... nice :)Harlequinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04964772119118368322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-38158239798053199522009-12-19T19:20:52.582+00:002009-12-19T19:20:52.582+00:00Jim
Yes, I guess all chidhoods are similar and ve...<b>Jim </b><br />Yes, I guess all chidhoods are similar and very different, even though we tend to assume that they're not the same for the present crop of youngsters.<br />The church was what they call High Anglican. The priest considered that anyone who was not at least half-way Roman would burn in hell and he would not have such in his congregation. The incident in the poem became notorious locally.<br /><br /><b>steven </b><br />I recognise that - and the problems it sets - exactly, which was why I decided to use the geography to try to pull it together. Thanks for the feedback.<br /><br /><b>Shadow </b><br />Yes, I'm pure royalty. That all sounds absolutely fascinating.<br /><br /><b>splynch </b><br />Welcome to the blog and many thanks for stopping by to comment. You may be right about the spelling: I have never seen it written. I thought it a northern word, though. Thanks again.<br /><br /><b>Tommaso </b><br />Thanks for that Tommaso.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-81688759439295199672009-12-19T18:57:15.118+00:002009-12-19T18:57:15.118+00:00How determined memories are when they flash.
I enj...How determined memories are when they flash.<br />I enjoyed the images of this moment of memoir David.<br />And the ready marvel of Dragons.Tommaso Gervasuttihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17137499390434949734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-67411641391728310882009-12-19T17:02:33.560+00:002009-12-19T17:02:33.560+00:00This is a wonderfully evocative narrative. I would...This is a wonderfully evocative narrative. I would happily read much more of this. I thought "twitten" was just a Sussex word, although you spell it "twittern", perhaps that is a regional variation.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04102492801230311641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-22031380263009615202009-12-19T16:11:23.268+00:002009-12-19T16:11:23.268+00:00aren't you pure royalty. you put my mind back ...aren't you pure royalty. you put my mind back to some different streets with this, named birch, heatherdale and a deserted unused airfield nestled amongst the edge of a forest...Shadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-47285686165032679772009-12-19T16:09:00.586+00:002009-12-19T16:09:00.586+00:00dave i was absolutely mesmerized by this rich walk...dave i was absolutely mesmerized by this rich walk along the pathways of your chuildhood remembering. i could read a book of this! truly i could! i haven't succeeded in weaving together the disparate elements of my childood memories into a narrative. there are places where the path dips into darkness and then just as suddenly emerges into a relative glory only to disappear once more. perhaps with age and time . . . . have a peaceful day. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-65320563711241675652009-12-19T15:55:16.519+00:002009-12-19T15:55:16.519+00:00This takes me back to the stomping ground of my c...This takes me back to the stomping ground of my childhood, a different childhood but also the same in many ways, a place that could only now exist on the printed page. I don’t get the priest’s objection to the presence of the Methodists mind. You lost me there.<br /><br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com