Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Monday, November 04, 2013
DEPARTING WARMTH
Question Of The Week 11-4-13
As we approach Winter months, reflect on this question:
Olga I guess I will have to admit that while I was sitting in the tree I was probably reading. It is definitely a great year round activity. Was Mike a reader?
My cousin and me would get up early in the morning, go for a walk and on the way back pick raw mangoes that fell on the ground. Our neighbor let us do that because he would not have to hire any one to pick them and then pay them. This way we got the mangoes and he saved money. That cousin of mine died at a very young age of thirty four leaving a teen age son behind. I miss her a lot. Also sleeping under the Jasmine trellis with the sky peeking through was heavenly. We would get up in the middle of the night and go inside as the fear of bats coming to eat our fruits was very real.
Visiting my cousin who lived in a very tiny town (Dustin, OK) was always a highlight of my summers. She was 3 yrs older and I felt very grown up when she introduced me to things like American Bandstand and magazines with romance stories.
My granparents did not believe in leaving money in a will after they died so they gave it to their 3 sons while they were alive. My dad took that money and put in a pool! Every summer was awesome.
Popped back to say - eerie and coincidence indeed! Pilgrimage is not an unusual word but to hear it three times in such a short period of time did make me wonder!! Cathy
Talon Every horse I rode tried to kill me. At least you and I had reading in common.
Munir Remembering many wonderful times spent with cousins. Thanks for reminding me. Those gatherings were the best. We would sleep out back at grandma and grandpas in an old chicken coop that had been made into a fort for us. How sad that you lost your special cousin so young.
heartinhand Visits to grandparents were always the best. Mine were birdwatchers and taught us so much about the varieties of birds. I love being in the country and trying to remember what they taught me. My grandchidren will have your memories because they have picked berries on our property and picked cherries from the tree to have me bake them pies. I hope they cherish those like you cherish yours.
Aunt Betsy Oh yes riding my bike to the library and to school and to church. It was wonderful to feel such freedom at a young age.
Jeanie American Bandstand!! Didn't you love it?! We were not supposed to watch it but you know how that goes. Sixth grade cheer leading practice always ended up at someone's house watching the show.
Birdie That is funny and wonderful. Lots of people don't give the money to their children until they die because they are afraid they will put in a pool. lol
gigihawaii What a thrill!
Lynn I am pretty sure reading would be your year round activity.
Riot Kitty Where do you swim? Do you have a pool? Do you belong to a club? Do you swim all year round?
cranethie You are living proof about the reading thing. Plus the work Pilgrimage just after you have returned from your own pilgrimage....right?
Cliff I am fairly certain those qualities you say the Yankees found lacking were the same qualities needed for cultivating corn, etc. Somewhere inside you lurks a happy farmer.
ashok So glad you said flying kites. I have forgotten all about that. We had lots of joy as children flying kites too.
cube When and where could you ride your bike?
Ram I had to look up Enid Blyton and now believe I missed some wonderful stories in my childhood. Perhaps I shall read them now:)
Pat Was your “gang” like the Little Rascals? Somehow that is what I am picturing and you were probably Darla. lol
Go deep into the cool woods by the creek and find wild blackberries and muscadines. Ride my bike down the steep hills in my neighborhood and go on parks and recreations field trips to the Frito Lay factory. Eat fresh tomatoes straight off the vine and catch fireflies at dusk. Kind of makes me wonder why I was in such a hurry to grow up.
Riverside Park. It was a great place to play. It had levels and you could physically roll down from one level to the other. I learned to ride my bike there and you didn't have to pedal cause you could roll downhill. It made up for being stuck in an apartment all the time.
Also took turns hanging out with all the neighborhood kids. Playing Kick the Can at dusk was always a blast with that crew. Vaca with cousins n horses for me too.
Lisa (aka Mollie's mom) Did you get free Fritos on the field trips? Did you ever pinch the tails off the fireflies and make jewelry? None of us were fat as children. We were outside playing. When you were bicycling down the steep hills did you have pigtails in you hair by any chance?
cube Downhill on your bike in Riverside park and out of an apartment. How wonderful. Bet you love your summer memories.
Snaggle Tooth Bicycles and parks, baseballs, cookouts, kick the can, horses and cousins. I wonder if kids know their cousins these days like we all knew ours.
Yes, they did give us samples, and they were hot off the fryers, heaven in a bag.
No to the other two questions. Even as a child I was sensitive to the pain of others. I couldn't even bring myself to trap them s jar. I only held them long enough to glimpse at them. And I was a thin child with copper hair and freckles. I avoided anything that would give people the opportunity to dub me Pippi Longstockings.
Lisa (aka Mollie's Mom) I have a dear friend who, since his early childhood, has shaved his head because he hated comments about his red curly hair. No one was EVER allowed to call him red headed. It is amazing the stereotypes that hurt people.
My favorite thing over the summers as a kid was to run free around the Hawaiian sugar cane fields and plantation camp. It was an innocent time and one without fear. I'd never let my grandchild run around without my knowing where she was at all times now. People weren't so afraid back then.
Getting out in the garden or riding my bike so I couldn't hear my mother shouting.
ReplyDeleteLL Cool Joe
ReplyDeleteMine was bike riding or sitting in my favorite tree.
Same as my favorite winter activity--reading. My parents actually used to yell at me to put down that book and go outside to play.
ReplyDeleteOlga
ReplyDeleteI guess I will have to admit that while I was sitting in the tree I was probably reading. It is definitely a great year round activity. Was Mike a reader?
Reading and horseback riding (but not at the same time). :)
ReplyDeleteMy cousin and me would get up early in the morning, go for a walk and on the way back pick raw mangoes that fell on the ground. Our neighbor let us do that because he would not have to hire any one to pick them and then pay them. This way we got the mangoes and he saved money. That cousin of mine died at a very young age of thirty four leaving a teen age son behind. I miss her a lot.
ReplyDeleteAlso sleeping under the Jasmine trellis with the sky peeking through was heavenly. We would get up in the middle of the night and go inside as the fear of bats coming to eat our fruits was very real.
I remember having mud fights at my nanny and grampy's house, eating fresh garden beans and picking blueberries in the field behind their house. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteReading and riding my bike to the library.
ReplyDeleteVisiting my cousin who lived in a very tiny town (Dustin, OK) was always a highlight of my summers. She was 3 yrs older and I felt very grown up when she introduced me to things like American Bandstand and magazines with romance stories.
ReplyDeleteMy granparents did not believe in leaving money in a will after they died so they gave it to their 3 sons while they were alive. My dad took that money and put in a pool! Every summer was awesome.
ReplyDeleteSwim in the ocean.
ReplyDeleteI didn't even have to think about it - reading.
ReplyDeleteSwimming! And it still is.
ReplyDeleteLike a lot of your other readers reading was my number one activity!
ReplyDeleteCathy
Popped back to say - eerie and coincidence indeed!
ReplyDeletePilgrimage is not an unusual word but to hear it three times in such a short period of time did make me wonder!!
Cathy
water sking and playing baseball.
ReplyDeleteLeast fun was cultivating corn...so that's what I decided to do for a living.
Well, the Yankees weren't interested in me. You know, weak arm, slow legs, not smart.
ReplyDeleteflying kites!
ReplyDeleteI loved riding my bike, but because I lived in Manhattan than wasn't something I could do everyday. I did love to read .
ReplyDeleteCycling, playing cricket and reading Enid Blyton !
ReplyDeletePlay out with our gang - climbing Seat Naze and visiting the forbidden caves. Picking 'winbries' - (bilberries)
ReplyDeleteTalon
ReplyDeleteEvery horse I rode tried to kill me. At least you and I had reading in common.
Munir
Remembering many wonderful times spent with cousins. Thanks for reminding me. Those gatherings were the best. We would sleep out back at grandma and grandpas in an old chicken coop that had been made into a fort for us. How sad that you lost your special cousin so young.
heartinhand
Visits to grandparents were always the best. Mine were birdwatchers and taught us so much about the varieties of birds. I love being in the country and trying to remember what they taught me. My grandchidren will have your memories because they have picked berries on our property and picked cherries from the tree to have me bake them pies. I hope they cherish those like you cherish yours.
Aunt Betsy
Oh yes riding my bike to the library and to school and to church. It was wonderful to feel such freedom at a young age.
Jeanie
American Bandstand!! Didn't you love it?! We were not supposed to watch it but you know how that goes. Sixth grade cheer leading practice always ended up at someone's house watching the show.
Birdie
That is funny and wonderful. Lots of people don't give the money to their children until they die because they are afraid they will put in a pool. lol
gigihawaii
What a thrill!
Lynn
I am pretty sure reading would be your year round activity.
Riot Kitty
Where do you swim? Do you have a pool? Do you belong to a club? Do you swim all year round?
cranethie
You are living proof about the reading thing. Plus the work Pilgrimage just after you have returned from your own pilgrimage....right?
Cliff
I am fairly certain those qualities you say the Yankees found lacking were the same qualities needed for cultivating corn, etc. Somewhere inside you lurks a happy farmer.
ashok
So glad you said flying kites. I have forgotten all about that. We had lots of joy as children flying kites too.
cube
When and where could you ride your bike?
Ram
I had to look up Enid Blyton and now believe I missed some wonderful stories in my childhood. Perhaps I shall read them now:)
Pat
Was your “gang” like the Little Rascals? Somehow that is what I am picturing and you were probably Darla. lol
Go deep into the cool woods by the creek and find wild blackberries and muscadines. Ride my bike down the steep hills in my neighborhood and go on parks and recreations field trips to the Frito Lay factory. Eat fresh tomatoes straight off the vine and catch fireflies at dusk. Kind of makes me wonder why I was in such a hurry to grow up.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I do realize that most of that was centered around food, but surprisingly I was not fat as a child.
ReplyDeleteRiverside Park. It was a great place to play. It had levels and you could physically roll down from one level to the other. I learned to ride my bike there and you didn't have to pedal cause you could roll downhill. It made up for being stuck in an apartment all the time.
ReplyDeleteRiding the bike, n going to the big park down the street all day hitting baseballs. Cook outs with Teriaki steak were always good too.
ReplyDeleteAlso took turns hanging out with all the neighborhood kids. Playing Kick the Can at dusk was always a blast with that crew.
ReplyDeleteVaca with cousins n horses for me too.
Lisa (aka Mollie's mom)
ReplyDeleteDid you get free Fritos on the field trips? Did you ever pinch the tails off the fireflies and make jewelry? None of us were fat as children. We were outside playing. When you were bicycling down the steep hills did you have pigtails in you hair by any chance?
cube
Downhill on your bike in Riverside park and out of an apartment. How wonderful. Bet you love your summer memories.
Snaggle Tooth
Bicycles and parks, baseballs, cookouts, kick the can, horses and cousins. I wonder if kids know their cousins these days like we all knew ours.
Yes, they did give us samples, and they were hot off the fryers, heaven in a bag.
ReplyDeleteNo to the other two questions. Even as a child I was sensitive to the pain of others. I couldn't even bring myself to trap them s jar. I only held them long enough to glimpse at them. And I was a thin child with copper hair and freckles. I avoided anything that would give people the opportunity to dub me Pippi Longstockings.
Lisa (aka Mollie's Mom)
ReplyDeleteI have a dear friend who, since his early childhood, has shaved his head because he hated comments about his red curly hair. No one was EVER allowed to call him red headed. It is amazing the stereotypes that hurt people.
Sorry - I don't know 'The little rascals.'
ReplyDeleteThe boss was a boy with artificial legs and a fearsome stick.
I was the most bossy of the girls.
My favorite thing over the summers as a kid was to run free around the Hawaiian sugar cane fields and plantation camp. It was an innocent time and one without fear. I'd never let my grandchild run around without my knowing where she was at all times now. People weren't so afraid back then.
ReplyDelete