tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post3549861987285395576..comments2024-03-28T06:40:58.913+00:00Comments on Going Gently: People You Don't KnowJohn Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-88151275730044056972012-05-21T20:46:38.202+00:002012-05-21T20:46:38.202+00:00People I see every day:
Older lady in shocking pi...People I see every day:<br /><br />Older lady in shocking pink anorak (rain or shine) dragging terrier.<br /><br />Grizzly old gent with alsatian.<br /><br />The hairless bloke opposite who always gives me a smile. Hardly surprising when you cop a load of his missus:(<br /><br />Ann next door who I've never warmed to because she laughs loudly all the time. Has to be fake.<br /><br />And my favourite person of all...A man with learning difficulties who waves and yells at me as I strut towards the post office.He wears an Australian type hat, you know the ones, the ones with corks.His smile is genuine.Gloria Horsehoundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12004905280620133267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-9475736455034946192012-05-21T13:28:54.960+00:002012-05-21T13:28:54.960+00:00Hi John!
I live in the Upper Peninsula (UP) of Mi...Hi John!<br /><br />I live in the Upper Peninsula (UP) of Michigan in the States. We moved here 14 years ago from a more urban area where waving was considered strange. It is the norm for "Yoopers" to wave to one another, flash a peace sign (the hippie group!) or give a head nod. Only the truly anti-social folks ignore the unspoken protocol. You can always spot the tourists by their puzzled looks when you give them a wave.Spinners End Farmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13378599044206074919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-86959049996522641412012-05-21T13:28:35.297+00:002012-05-21T13:28:35.297+00:00Hi John!
I live in the Upper Peninsula (UP) of Mi...Hi John!<br /><br />I live in the Upper Peninsula (UP) of Michigan in the States. We moved here 14 years ago from a more urban area where waving was considered strange. It is the norm for "Yoopers" to wave to one another, flash a peace sign (the hippie group!) or give a head nod. Only the truly anti-social folks ignore the unspoken protocol. You can always spot the tourists by their puzzled looks when you give them a wave.Spinners End Farmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13378599044206074919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-87228483001324710442012-05-18T16:03:11.635+00:002012-05-18T16:03:11.635+00:00amongst the "angling" fraternity.... I m...amongst the "angling" fraternity.... I must be on nodding and "catching owt?" terms with hundreds of people.... it's rare when I'm fishing that I can even be that bothered to talk to people.... but we might nod at each other across a pond!!!ArcticFoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07406779213296821110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-27125184650759392572012-05-17T11:52:40.056+00:002012-05-17T11:52:40.056+00:00My GF works in a coffee shop. So on many mornings ...My GF works in a coffee shop. So on many mornings I take her to work a little early and we sit and have a coffee together in the shop. It has a great view looking out to the St. John"s harbour (http://www.planetware.com/i/photo/st-johns-cdn1339.jpg ) There are many people I see every morning there and say good morning too but I don't know their names etc. <br />One person I do check in on though is Carl. Carl has been a "paperboy" for 52 years. He sells the local paper on the street in front of the building where the coffee shop is. He has many people who check in on him . He gets grand gifts @ Christmas. Usually hats and mitts and all things about being warm. There is a store in the building that sells magazines and papers and such but no one buys the local paper from them unless Carl has run out.seagrrlzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02847223984557517081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-79890269270480093182012-05-17T11:44:46.422+00:002012-05-17T11:44:46.422+00:00I wave to everyone I see in my town - there are 6 ...I wave to everyone I see in my town - there are 6 other residents and I wave to everyone I drive pass cause they have to be a neighbouring farmer even if I haven't met them yet :) Love living in the aussie bushAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12953928205168711148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-52339379316238812522012-05-17T08:39:55.979+00:002012-05-17T08:39:55.979+00:00I hope I'll be invited to "Rate My Sausag...I hope I'll be invited to "Rate My Sausage" too! Mind you I could only rate one sausage so my sausage knowledge is admittedly limited!Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-16043125111131169802012-05-17T08:14:44.697+00:002012-05-17T08:14:44.697+00:00Yes I do. One of the brothers from the fish & ...Yes I do. One of the brothers from the fish & chip shop had a massive stroke so now sits in his electric chair watching the world go by. If I'm on his side of the road I stop to chat & if on the other, I wave.<br />I used to wave at the same bloke sitting in an office on my way to catch the bus home from school. It became a ritual.<br />Carry on waving John.BadPennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09889591351222591488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-82363802695541252272012-05-17T07:03:50.759+00:002012-05-17T07:03:50.759+00:00Good morning esteemed Blogger,
It’s Simon here, f...Good morning esteemed Blogger,<br /><br />It’s Simon here, from Rate My Sausage, England’s second best sausage blog.<br /><br />Completely random approach, but I wonder if you’d consider writing a guest review for Rate My Sausage? The style and content could be anything you fancied. A couple of hundred words and at least one digital image are all we ask for! I’m trying to gain reviews from people and blogs with completely different agendas, and your excellent place fits the bill perfectly.<br /><br />Would you be interested in contributing? Of course I’ll fully link in to any websites you wish.<br /><br /><br />Thank you for reading, hope you have a fab Thursday!Rate My Sausagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05447070967547801383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-22442412318776434872012-05-17T02:55:38.789+00:002012-05-17T02:55:38.789+00:00There's an elderly lady in my neighborhood who...There's an elderly lady in my neighborhood who used to walk an equally elderly sheltie every day. She disappeared for a couple of weeks, and I wondered....until she came back out, on crutches, with an aide walking the dog! It's funny how you nod to someone daily for a couple of years without ever knowing their name.<br /><br />DeeDee<br />www.KidNeedsAKidney.blogspot.comDeeDeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03189922053527555943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-29439169801033715312012-05-17T00:50:20.586+00:002012-05-17T00:50:20.586+00:00In life we seem to have divisions of relationships...In life we seem to have divisions of relationships with others - right down from our partners and close blood relations to the sort of people you are referring to with whom we literally only have nodding acquaintance. But they also make life's journey more bearable and have their part to play.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-34799624655758508712012-05-16T22:55:38.024+00:002012-05-16T22:55:38.024+00:00I like Norman Rockwell, too.
I nod to the neighbo...I like Norman Rockwell, too.<br /><br />I nod to the neighbors when I see them, and people often wave as they go by, down at the farm.LindaGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12203719919661519350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-84920084150022701412012-05-16T22:17:54.477+00:002012-05-16T22:17:54.477+00:00Boonies, in the middle of nowhere.
Jane xBoonies, in the middle of nowhere.<br />Jane xJane and Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08102086552682194819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-30464945734817680402012-05-16T21:20:29.210+00:002012-05-16T21:20:29.210+00:00Our big old Akita died three years ago and people ...Our big old Akita died three years ago and people we don't know but see regularly when we're out walking still ask about him. It's nice to know that people remember him. <br /><br />Years ago we lived in a U-shaped building for a few months and even though the living room windows facing the courtyard were large and it was easy to see inside the other units, few people ever closed their blinds. There were the newlyweds, the harpist, the man with the cats.... I wonder how they categorized us.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-88864430140810695972012-05-16T21:13:50.911+00:002012-05-16T21:13:50.911+00:00My lady has met all sorts of people in the village...My lady has met all sorts of people in the village because of the wee dog, Keezia. Keezy is friendly to EVERYONE and greets people with a smile so it makes them smile too. Even teenagers who normally wouldn't give her a look stop and chat about the dog and rather disreputable-looking men standing in a group smoking are greeted happily by Keezy and end up smiling and nodding hello to my. Keezy is a magic dog.IsobelleGoLightlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10233377230754119180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-49469537146381352432012-05-16T20:35:01.346+00:002012-05-16T20:35:01.346+00:00When I was young and went to work on the bus, we a...When I was young and went to work on the bus, we all eventually got to know each other very very well. We all even went to one young lads wedding (he was called Heathcliffe!!) We shared each others lifes and stories and I really loved it. xxxDianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11269721218424514656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-84616973000660231792012-05-16T19:14:19.912+00:002012-05-16T19:14:19.912+00:00I've always had the habit of waving or saying ...I've always had the habit of waving or saying hello to people, whether I know them or not. And of striking up conversations with people near me while waiting in line, with cashiers, etc. Most people open up and seem to enjoy the exchange. (Sometimes, a little too much so.) Those who don't care to return a smile or wave, or who don't care to talk, well, that's fine, too. Different strokes.Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-84407596832886842502012-05-16T18:51:51.869+00:002012-05-16T18:51:51.869+00:00This is such a populated area that I don't ten...This is such a populated area that I don't tend to see the same faces very often. But what's weird is when someone gives me a cheery hello and like you I haven't the slightest idea who they are. And you can hardly stop them and say "Excuse me, who are you exactly?"nickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10472673041193755894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-81281649542689285922012-05-16T18:49:46.084+00:002012-05-16T18:49:46.084+00:00There are so many people I wave to, and they wave ...There are so many people I wave to, and they wave back. Sadly we don't know each others' names. <br /><br />coming from a farming community, I am very familiar with the index finger wave, and the nod. Out here in California, well, that does not happen. We drive too fast.Susan Kanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834094675218254410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-22819010379593279302012-05-16T18:24:30.274+00:002012-05-16T18:24:30.274+00:00I also love Norman Rockwell's illustrations. N...I also love Norman Rockwell's illustrations. Nice to see them here. <br /><br />I suppose I'll have to go out and buy a postcard if I want to answer your question.<br /><br />So, how do you know the bored builders have hairy asses?Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-17777457080490238662012-05-16T16:30:25.128+00:002012-05-16T16:30:25.128+00:00Mrs Millership, the old lady who lives next door t...Mrs Millership, the old lady who lives next door to the plots.<br /><br />She attacks everyone but me (physically and verbally), maybe because I give her eggs every week or maybe because I treat her with a bit of respect.<br /><br />Ooo, and Jennifer Lopez.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11487456386841182116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-63629554661695584562012-05-16T14:59:34.445+00:002012-05-16T14:59:34.445+00:00yep! I wave to an old man every day as I go by his...yep! I wave to an old man every day as I go by his bungalow with the dogs. I always thought he looked frail and lonely with his white hair and skinny little arms.<br />One I day I met him skipping along in the town, he told me he was 80 years old and was shopping for some of his neighbours who were 15 years younger, but "couldn't get out, poor things" :-)Kathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04003521059890699861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-22548964766075557282012-05-16T14:52:49.108+00:002012-05-16T14:52:49.108+00:00It's funny how we do this (and you really do h...It's funny how we do this (and you really do have a way with words, John). I always stand in the same spot when I pick up Roz from school. There are certain parents I say hi to, but not always, as sometimes I'm a bit lost in my dark head, and most people seem a bit pained and awkward (or is that just me?) to be stuck together momentarily. People are a bit weird in Ontario, I have to say. I always enjoyed talking to people at the bus stop in England, saying hi in a morning to passers by (and it wasn't rural). Here in Ontario, it's a bit like living with muted robots. I feel quite disconnected from society, and have by this point, decided I'm better off in my own world. (And blog world!)CarrieBoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05760105674950918729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-63766118085848305012012-05-16T14:51:08.270+00:002012-05-16T14:51:08.270+00:00I get the finger wave from drivers when I'm wa...I get the finger wave from drivers when I'm walking the dogs. I can only nod because my hands are occupied. From the walkers/runners, it's a quick good morning/afternoon. The faces and vehicles change constantly, which is the nature of living in the residential area of a resort ranch. <br /><br />My brother did get serenaded by a hay wagon full of ranch visitors for his 40th birthday. (I had signs out announcing the event.) And I missed it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-24990797947714819882012-05-16T14:50:26.997+00:002012-05-16T14:50:26.997+00:00I see the same people walking their dogs and I'...I see the same people walking their dogs and I've given names to them all - Slow Walker, Recuperating Lady (she walks like she's recovering from back surgery but she doesn't seem to be getting any better), Lungey Dog (this thing always has a go at mine). We wave our bags of poo at each other as we shout good morning across the street.Little Red Henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10779368064704797372noreply@blogger.com