tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post5112447778929930245..comments2024-03-29T06:35:42.668+00:00Comments on Going Gently: Hey HoJohn Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-25152303086346852762014-10-12T23:19:11.635+00:002014-10-12T23:19:11.635+00:00When I gave a tramp some cake and hot water and a ...When I gave a tramp some cake and hot water and a pair of socks once. My husband noticed a mark on our wall which he said was to tell other tramps that they would get a friendly reception at our house. I was a little worried for a while imagining a queue of Gentlemen of the road at the gate waiting to be fed. But we only got occasional visits and in the last couple of years none at all.<br />My sister and I often remind each other of our childhood and as we get older it becomes more interesting!Frugal in Derbyshire https://www.blogger.com/profile/10221169113482164565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-9501559650971814452014-10-12T16:53:41.590+00:002014-10-12T16:53:41.590+00:00Not quite on that level, but my dad rented an extr...Not quite on that level, but my dad rented an extra allotment plot one year so the vixen living in there could raise her cubs undisturbed.Blue Shed Thinkinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02988028935854371365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-14141110439299661122014-10-12T09:52:43.231+00:002014-10-12T09:52:43.231+00:00Aww that was a nice thing to do.
It's nice wh...Aww that was a nice thing to do.<br /><br />It's nice when family get togethers fill in the holes in family history.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04177854521955532744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-42285322589317844942014-10-12T09:29:48.544+00:002014-10-12T09:29:48.544+00:00Siblings always seem to have different memories do...Siblings always seem to have different memories don't they? <br />There used to be a 'gentleman of the road' traversing the same little piece of dual carriageway on a monthly basis for years not far from here...when he died he was greatly missed by lots of people and flowers appeared at his little woodland hide......and as mad as this makes me sound I salute it and think of him each week when I drive past .libbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05552884005601003691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-7325147569183150092014-10-12T08:55:27.030+00:002014-10-12T08:55:27.030+00:00I was thinking about that after I left the comment...I was thinking about that after I left the comment. The old tramps that used to move from town to town around here have all disappeared. The modern day homeless have drug and alcohol problems and there is a night shelter in the city for them although some as I know still sleep rough in shop doorways. The shop doorway has taken over from the cow barn.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-32175511407291506612014-10-12T07:46:01.267+00:002014-10-12T07:46:01.267+00:00Ok adore little acts of kindness.
My twin sister ,...Ok adore little acts of kindness.<br />My twin sister , janet remembers taking the tramp tea in the garage....apparantly on Christmas day he left Janet and I some chocolateJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-20139655991037973562014-10-12T07:43:54.200+00:002014-10-12T07:43:54.200+00:00Are there any real tramps anymore?
Ones that circ...Are there any real tramps anymore? <br />Ones that circle the countryside?John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-80281316257171010932014-10-12T07:42:13.454+00:002014-10-12T07:42:13.454+00:00I adore this story...
I adore this story...<br />John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-6258050235374609102014-10-12T07:41:10.099+00:002014-10-12T07:41:10.099+00:00That's why I always feel sorry for single chil...That's why I always feel sorry for single childrenJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-9970289244832705582014-10-12T07:39:38.184+00:002014-10-12T07:39:38.184+00:00Two why did I not remember it?Two why did I not remember it?John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-40706093617768682332014-10-12T07:39:04.280+00:002014-10-12T07:39:04.280+00:00I have not read it, but I have heard Sidaris himse...I have not read it, but I have heard Sidaris himself reading snippets of it....wonderful stuffJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-81250900320260195392014-10-12T07:37:45.085+00:002014-10-12T07:37:45.085+00:00My father was a great sentimentalist , especially ...My father was a great sentimentalist , especially in later life.<br />He cried very easilyJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-86742368035781635802014-10-12T07:00:37.394+00:002014-10-12T07:00:37.394+00:00the amount of images that poor dog has seen sure a...the amount of images that poor dog has seen sure as hell would of gone blind by now! ha ha Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17369923880257648747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-10093440608200469072014-10-12T06:48:51.196+00:002014-10-12T06:48:51.196+00:00Memory is a bastard. Not least because it's se...Memory is a bastard. Not least because it's selective. One and the same event makes an impression on one, only to be relegated to cobwebs by another. Years later you will argue over detail ...<br /><br />I think the tramp in your father's garage quite quite wonderful. Reminds me (I must have been about ten or eleven) when we lived in the middle of nowhere. Early winter - freezing, snow starting to set in. And somewhere in the distance there was a shepherd and his flock. My mother filled a flask with whiskey, wrapped up freshly baked Christmas biscuits, probably something for the dog too, and told me to go up that hill and give the basket to the shepherd. It was one of those romantic moments of my life. The shepherd didn't say much (shepherds don't) but was clearly moved by my mother's gesture. The next day he was gone.<br /><br />UAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-65103077329465428502014-10-12T05:11:09.227+00:002014-10-12T05:11:09.227+00:00You were very young and just took it in your strid...You were very young and just took it in your stride. We used to have an old barn on the farm alongside the old London trunk road and tramps used to use it like a tramps motel and sleep in the straw. They only ever stayed one night. Your dad sounds like a kind man. He probably gave him a plate of Christmas dinner.xRachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-13178815473313510902014-10-12T04:21:34.687+00:002014-10-12T04:21:34.687+00:00Some very distant relations found a tramp living i...Some very distant relations found a tramp living in the shed of a half-derelict house they'd just bought.They allowed him to stay on, and in time he became a member of their family; even calling him Uncle X.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-91900699728832936592014-10-12T03:55:21.354+00:002014-10-12T03:55:21.354+00:00I have that happen all the time (Forgetting things...I have that happen all the time (Forgetting things).<br />Sounds like a lovely thing for your father to do.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02743921972328074980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-43153623196928993742014-10-12T03:31:29.770+00:002014-10-12T03:31:29.770+00:00My older sisters get angry with me because I can&#...My older sisters get angry with me because I can't remember things that happened before I was born. I'm always in trouble.<br /><br />Love,<br />JanieJanie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-42290130519882862752014-10-12T02:12:44.331+00:002014-10-12T02:12:44.331+00:00It is funny that you can't remember it......ma...It is funny that you can't remember it......maybe now that you are thinking about it some things will come back to you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-16285061372109622332014-10-12T02:07:40.147+00:002014-10-12T02:07:40.147+00:00I understand. I have a bad memory.I understand. I have a bad memory.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-13280385407793864482014-10-12T01:37:46.398+00:002014-10-12T01:37:46.398+00:00Same thing happened with me and my sisters. Two of...Same thing happened with me and my sisters. Two of us were reminiscing about how one morning some of the kitchen cabinets caught fire from the toaster (6 kids = lots of toast and lots of heat). The third sister had no recollection of the event. You would have thought a fire in the kitchen would have been memorable, but apparently only two out of three people remember such an event. Ray the Blind Doghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06736385808454815957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-59605400643677357112014-10-12T01:31:03.651+00:002014-10-12T01:31:03.651+00:00That does seem memorable.That does seem memorable.Terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13944121836337072178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-76329008731482452212014-10-11T23:28:26.791+00:002014-10-11T23:28:26.791+00:00This is why we have family to help remember the go...This is why we have family to help remember the good and the not so good things that others and 'we' have done. ~Kim at Golden Pines~https://www.blogger.com/profile/02001523468339091407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-16051945867996994362014-10-11T23:17:11.619+00:002014-10-11T23:17:11.619+00:00Did you ever read the story by David Sedaris, &quo...Did you ever read the story by David Sedaris, "Dinah, The Christmas Whore?"<br />Oh wait. Maybe you didn't mean THAT kind of tramp. <br />Anyhoo...it's a great story. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-61844373480680763722014-10-11T23:04:42.190+00:002014-10-11T23:04:42.190+00:00That was very nice. You come by your goodness hone...That was very nice. You come by your goodness honestly.<br /><br />Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04219479223227928561noreply@blogger.com