tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post8777574508446979924..comments2024-03-28T20:11:14.233+00:00Comments on Going Gently: RememberingJohn Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-53744279630374915892022-01-09T21:49:52.480+00:002022-01-09T21:49:52.480+00:00How is a smutty story relevant to John's post?...How is a smutty story relevant to John's post?Pamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-33978468650460822402022-01-08T01:42:00.201+00:002022-01-08T01:42:00.201+00:00I really appreciate your professional approach.The...I really appreciate your professional approach.These are pieces of very useful information that will be of great use for me in future.<br /><a href="https://www.ufa88cambodia.com/" rel="nofollow">online casino games</a><br /><a href="https://wordpress.com/view/ufa88khcasinoonline.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow">live casino</a>Ratanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01046315580220721815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-42431795196156707972022-01-08T00:20:53.553+00:002022-01-08T00:20:53.553+00:00When growing up I was lucky enough to have my Brit...When growing up I was lucky enough to have my British grandparents live next door,some of her favourite sayings were.."a little bit of what you fancy never hurt anyone" ....."she's no better than she should be " about someone with questionable reputation....."they don't pay my rent" referring to people who she did not care for their opinions. My favourite which I think shows her nature, was ..." it's the good girls who usually get caught" said about unmarried pregnancies.<br />I was so happy to have both kind loving people in my life as my Mum was busy with my 3 younger brothers and a part time job.MargaretPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12990336317308988689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-85380832666292487042022-01-07T17:37:30.535+00:002022-01-07T17:37:30.535+00:00My mother has some great wartime stories. Precious...My mother has some great wartime stories. Precious memories xBadPennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09889591351222591488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-27193287555363302042022-01-07T17:37:17.666+00:002022-01-07T17:37:17.666+00:00This has got me thinking. I am trying to remember ...This has got me thinking. I am trying to remember some of the old family stories and I don't think I have many. Now I am wondering about that...Ellen D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03776803182673252265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-51937866604439778532022-01-07T13:07:16.850+00:002022-01-07T13:07:16.850+00:00Remove me if required John-there were very fine pa...Remove me if required John-there were very fine paintings on my dads family home bedroom ceilings-painted they said by a famous man who stayed in their house-does seem odd xflisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-26349797121940410432022-01-07T12:31:36.188+00:002022-01-07T12:31:36.188+00:00I used to love hearing stories over and over from ...I used to love hearing stories over and over from my Mum, and if I could persuade her to sit and talk to us I would say' tell us about the olden days'. Now looking back I realise she would only have been around 25-26 ... lol.Sue https://www.blogger.com/profile/04947919568474743963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-37576894051406375392022-01-07T12:30:09.401+00:002022-01-07T12:30:09.401+00:00I was fortunate to have all four grandparents and ...I was fortunate to have all four grandparents and one great grandmother live until I was in my late teens. My great grandmother told of her father being late for the train running after it and jumping on as it pulled out of the station in Swansea Travelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787024407420088973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-39428275979377658572022-01-07T12:26:52.455+00:002022-01-07T12:26:52.455+00:00I never heard all the juicy bits from my Godmother...I never heard all the juicy bits from my Godmother and aunts-but the local Priest had assistance with more than his laundry in a certain hilltop village in Italia xflisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-8130096619488302242022-01-07T11:45:21.385+00:002022-01-07T11:45:21.385+00:00I love to listen to old stories. The illustration ...I love to listen to old stories. The illustration caused me to think 'Turkey Trot' and laugh out loud. A favorite story was about my great grandfather. He was playing in the river, and suddenly there were oranges floating down the river, hundreds of them. They'd never seen an orange in their lives but were intrigued enough to collect as many as they could. Imagine their delight at discovering they were a real treat. A train had crashed upriver and the oranges had spilled out. The look on a elderly face retelling these old stories is really quite magical, I think. Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-68362063679989165532022-01-07T11:30:27.531+00:002022-01-07T11:30:27.531+00:00Ah yes - they pictured greatly in my mother's ...Ah yes - they pictured greatly in my mother's stories too.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-74369797428328948532022-01-07T10:26:56.078+00:002022-01-07T10:26:56.078+00:00We used to gather at Nan's knee to hear her te...We used to gather at Nan's knee to hear her tell the story of the Edwards Millions which her grannie supposedly had a claim to. Imagine my shock when I heard the same story on the tv programme Surprise, Surprise.Andi's English Attichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04136573194920355678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-43553456156615680502022-01-07T09:59:45.823+00:002022-01-07T09:59:45.823+00:00My dad and his brothers were little during the war...My dad and his brothers were little during the war here in NZ. Grandad was a policeman who bought some GIs home for Christmas lunch. They bought some chocolate to share. Uncle Tom, who was 5 found it and scoffed all 3 blocks behind the couch. He was sick as a dog for 2 days after.Poppy Qhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12271337805172036471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-66517268889482059842022-01-07T09:05:22.256+00:002022-01-07T09:05:22.256+00:00A grandmother who entertained with stories (and no...A grandmother who entertained with stories (and not from the bible), what wonderful memories!Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-16571100915088847532022-01-07T09:05:06.374+00:002022-01-07T09:05:06.374+00:00As a small child I spent a great deal of time with...As a small child I spent a great deal of time with elderly relatives and soon learnt the knack of getting them to tell me a story, just so that it passed the time. Now I realise that I know a lot about how they grew up and what they lived through. Fascinating lives.veg artistnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-28580811526388676322022-01-07T07:10:31.479+00:002022-01-07T07:10:31.479+00:00I love these sayings and a family embellished stor...I love these sayings and a family embellished story! Such pleasure in the repetition too. They add spice and fun to life. Wish I had a good one to add.MarisAnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03550135565018890015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-5845650331819063982022-01-07T05:38:17.902+00:002022-01-07T05:38:17.902+00:00Our family retells the WWII adventure of Papa the ...Our family retells the WWII adventure of Papa the Merchant Marine on the Murmansk Run, encountering the North Atlantic in winter, an English plane, Finnish soldiers on skis, a German tank in a Russian pit -- and his crew celebrating an ice-bound Christmas, singing "A Mighty Fortress is Our God" in German, for they were German Americans and they made it home because the captain had served on U-boats in WWI. Mum waited a year to learn if she was a widow. They were the Greatest Generation.Beth Waltzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02720634636307254576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-49252126854402057822022-01-07T03:23:08.629+00:002022-01-07T03:23:08.629+00:00My mum is a story teller. Dad will take his storie...My mum is a story teller. Dad will take his stories to the gravekyliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17733888108530605722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-14203007741092221702022-01-07T02:40:40.945+00:002022-01-07T02:40:40.945+00:00I meant the Piranha Brothers, of course, Doug and ...I meant the Piranha Brothers, of course, Doug and Dinsdale.Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-50259551025166223552022-01-07T02:38:48.618+00:002022-01-07T02:38:48.618+00:00Oh, and another story that involved stuffing horse...Oh, and another story that involved stuffing horse shit in someone's mouth! Gosh, all this makes my extended family sound like a bunch of criminals, doesn't it? To quote Monty Python on the Dinsdale Twins -- "They were a cheery lot! Cheery, and violent."Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-81492924012951860292022-01-07T02:33:43.760+00:002022-01-07T02:33:43.760+00:00Old embellished family stories are the BEST! In my...Old embellished family stories are the BEST! In my family, the most entertaining ones all involved donnybrooks of some description or another where people got the crap beat out of them. Two by fours and/or lead pipes usually featured prominently. Occasionally the RCMP were called. I should do a blog post on them some day.Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-78075972239186152522022-01-07T02:23:24.246+00:002022-01-07T02:23:24.246+00:00When my dad was 3 he was very ill,the doctor of th...When my dad was 3 he was very ill,the doctor of the village was drunk as usual so his relatives(no parents as they had died)and the people of the village carried him across the hills on a donkey to Rome xflisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-11447826310458524072022-01-07T02:12:53.134+00:002022-01-07T02:12:53.134+00:00My mum would catch my eye and say quietly as a dap...My mum would catch my eye and say quietly as a dapper man walked by"who got him ready"-On seeing a rather overmade up tarty looking lady"all fur coat and no drawers"-commenting on me smoking"fag ash Lil" xflisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-15535130344506300582022-01-07T01:04:03.441+00:002022-01-07T01:04:03.441+00:00A face only a mother could love was one of my moth...A face only a mother could love was one of my mothersJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-33545036271257064122022-01-07T00:46:20.211+00:002022-01-07T00:46:20.211+00:00My Dad used to say, "He has muscles like knot...My Dad used to say, "He has muscles like knots in cotton." Or another couple of favourites - "A face only a mother could love." and "He gets his shoes from Cammell Lairds." Thanks for the memories. xxhappy hookerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06895402170116525521noreply@blogger.com