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Hi Chloe, Wow, that’s really romantic and sweet. Sounds like we agree that a lot of the past was better than today. For me, this will be one of the rare holiday seasons without a companion. Sad really, as being kind and generous to a special lady is really the only enjoyment I get from the holidays. And I have to admit to some envy. I lack any really happy memories of childhood, or any other time in my life really. Looking back all I see are opportunities missed, mistakes made, friends and lovers gone and many many dead family and friends. I do love reading your posts and this one was particularly beautiful. Thank you. -phred
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -"gargoyl" (seeking_morph…@yahoo.com) writes: > Hi Chloe, > Wow, that’s really romantic and sweet. Sounds like we agree that a lot of > the past was better than today. > For me, this will be one of the rare holiday seasons without a companion. > Sad really, as being kind and generous to a special lady is really the only > enjoyment I get from the holidays. > And I have to admit to some envy. I lack any really happy memories of > childhood, or any other time in my life really. Looking back all I see are > opportunities missed, mistakes made, friends and lovers gone and many many > dead family and friends. > I do love reading your posts and this one was particularly beautiful. Thank > you. > -phred
Thanks. That’s kind of you. I mybe felt something in the air: at work, we had news of two deaths today and of a colleague agonizing. SAll unrelated stuff to each other: a female colleague lost he 19 year old nep[hew in a car accident; another female worker left home where all was fine, to be called in mid-day, told there was an emergency, and top head straight for home. When she arrived, she learned that her husband (39) had suddenly died. No one understands what happens, so there will be an autopsy: he was to walk his daughter to school, said he did not feel well just then (wife already was at work) and asked his mom if she could walk the daughter to school. So his mom did, and she went straight back to their lace after walking the girl to school and found him ead. The third is a colleague who took off sick a while back due to a cancer that progagated to his brain. The news were that he fell, and went back to the hispital for a check up cause of that, wehre they found that the cancer was invading the brain even further despite treatments. He now is hospitalized, and we are told it is only a question of "time". Possibly only days, if maybe weeks. Odd, I woke up in the night thinking about that colleague with cancer…I was extremely dizzy: the dogs woke me up to go out, or so it seemed, and I got up and realized I was banging into walls, so so dizzy I was. By morning, I was less so, i.e. able to walk stright, but felt like half my brain was "unglued", floating or filled with air, not the normal pressure anyway, for thise making bad jokes about me and air in my brain here;-):)). So as I made my coffee, I wondered if I coudl be soemhow connected to that colleague. We talked only onc or three times, and always very superfcially, as I then was isolated in the other half of the floor due to the complaints of another colleague moaning about my caugh, a tactic of hers to get her own office. Meanwhile she badmouthed me for 2.5 years, and everyone had sicne lng a completely made up opinion of me, based on stories and inventions they never even bothered to check. So that cancer other ollague also was reacting like the others, gobbling rumours and gossips and inventions, and treating me squarely. He even was rude, making fun of me and pouring all the ridicule he could. In fact, I was talking about somthign wrong n my brain, where they did not know if it was an abcess or tumour yt where only further tests would tell. He then made faces and very "despising" comments, all around it being my fault, sort of thing.Within a year, he learned he had a brain tumour himself. Me, meanwhile,. tests showed nothign was left, so it must have been an abcess on the brain (between brain and skull). Given the goft, I then wondered later on when I learned about that colleague if I was not sort of connected to him, i.e. sensing what he did not even know he had at the time….This usually means I can either heal them or help ease the pain, but only if people show receptive, i.e. accept such help. Never against their will ever. But his attitude was so closed, that even as we talked and I knew nothing of the cancer, I felt he was so despising of others that he had top not be his healthy self somwhere….He gave me the impression of a hypocondriac, someone fighting fiercely to have the only disease in town or who woudl feel important woudl he had one: he reacted to the possibility of my having a brain tumour too agressively, it felt like almost envy. His cracks were about "attention" seeking, wehre it then made me think it was odfd he would mention that rather than anythgn else. In shor, I sighed in silence, as it was absolutely clar that that person woudl never let me near at all as in allow m to try and see if I coudl help….I still am convinced that he coudl not accept that ad woudl only make fun of that too, and be completely closed to any help of that wave kind…. And yet, the connection apparently stayed, where I was all dizzy and my brain felt all weord all night and day…. So today I took time to make a lil prayer for him and to send peaceful waves his way….If he will not lt me help him physically, I still can send a prayer and a good wish and thought his way, right?;-) And so here I am, this evening, thinking of those three colleagues who I am sure never spent a second even remembering I exist since they met me, a few years ago now…. But it made me smile when I thought of that, thinking that it goes to show: in life, we sometimes completely ignore that someone sends us good wishes and thoughts,and yet they are! Must be some sending me some nice things as well, then;-):):) Only other news today was a flase positive one. You know, these poeple who *claim* posiive thinking and yet always have some most neghative thing to say? Here is a concrete example that happened a few weeks back for instance: -Hey, Chloe. How are you. -Great, thanks! Abd to top it all it i Fiday!:) -Geez…Donlt be so negative Chloe:(. *I* am positive all days of the week. -…(Ooooo-kaayyyyyy). One of them got on the elevator with me today. And I had decided that the next one woudl have taste of it to see how they think f it after: -Hey, Hi, Chloe. How are you. -Great!! And to top it all, is it not ever so nice out there? 32 C on an October 5, wow!:) One more summer day:) -You know what I say? You sould be hapy about what you have! We could be hospitalized right now!:( -Eeew…What a negative way to say soemthing positive, hehehe:) -…???…!!! Oh, that’s nopt what I meant!!! -It is not? -No, I meant…I mean..that…Oh, what I mant to say… (elevator doors close on her). -:) I know what you mean:) Smile, you could be hospitalized, heheheeh (swwooop: elevator doors closed). Hehehehe. Take this: pseudo positivity for you, of your kind, I felt liek saying:) I run into her at lunch, outdoors. She is just walking back into the building as I walk out, so it is only a few words: -Hey! How are you? -Real fine! -Good! So your weekened at the SAP was all you wanted?:) -It sure was! -Betchas you still are there in your dreamy moments:) -Oh noooooooooo, not me, hu-hu. I move on way too fast, I do not lt the past hold me back:(. Not me!:( -(Oooookayyyy…What a negative thing to answer…It’s a bit like poeple who ssay they so believe in God and talk about the devil all the time LOL:)) And as she usually does t everyone, she waslks in to plant me there jaw drop on such a nastyu way to answer to nice stuff. But realizing that si what she likes doing, and deciding that she obviously did not reflect enough, I decide to follow her in to try a second serving of her own ways, to see if she will click one day:) The weekbefore she had talked about the place she used to go to for her spa weekend and how it was ever so much rgeater than anywhere else. So in the eleators she starts talking about the spoa agaoin, and sicne there is people around, t flatly shows like an effort to look "in" and "positively" ub it in whoever it could annoy or make sigfh:) -Ye, she goes on as if we never had left the topic.I loooved my weekend. It as ever so so nice and wodnerful, that place was so fantastic, it truely is a grand place! -Oh so then you rpefer it now to even the place you went to before…? -Oh noooo! (turns red, then white hen red, havign heard herself say the word "no", and reacting like she did a big bad goof of nagativism:):). Once more she mumbles and trips in he words and still is trying to say soemthing positively nasty before the elevator door close on her, but oops. Too late!:) On my side, I was eating red licorice. I realized there were other poeple in the elevator that eyed the licorice, and I smiled, and giggling, offered some around:). They all said no, but it made them all have a nice laugh:), so funny it was to see someone sort of break the silence of an elevator full of strangers:) I like doing silly things in elevators:). Once, the elevaor is near packed full over the limit, and it stops at a lower floor. A woman squeezes in, but after heistation wehre the doors forst were closing nd were held back…by me. Poeple then squeeze a bit more, to let her in, and she mumbles a very shy "I am so sorry…:(" to which I answer: -That;s nothing, Wait till we gitchou back for that…I eman…we all know what floor you work on now, don’t we people? -Mwahahahaahah -hehehe:)…I’m sorry! -Hey,l donlt think about it… -Nice of y… -…else it ruins the fun when we smack you behidn the head, sort of thing -Mhwahahahaahheeheheh:) -Had I known, I’d have waited a few minutes to press the button…. -Yo, poeple, what floor was it she works on again??? -Hehehehe -I coudl ahve waited… -Yeah, riiiiiight. They all say that. In fact ou very well knew this elevatpr was full and waited on purpose to press its button just then. So cut the crap with the excuses, will you? We all saw you do it LOL:) -LOLROTF:) She;s hilarious!!:) -Oh, she can be as hilarious as she wants. Alll we asked was that she NOT press that elevator button when it already is packed tight!…But there are poeple like that you know. Some just HAVE to go for the forbidden thing and bug everyone in an elevator. There. Ground floor. At long last. Had t not been for you, we’d have ben there one eight … read more »
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: > Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: >>Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: >>>Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: >>>>Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: >>>>>Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: >>>>>>sumire wrote: >>>>>>>Yes, the cold half of the year has begun. >>>>>>>Time of cosy cuddling in front of fireplaces >>>>>>>or on sofas under reading lamps 
>>>>>>>Time of annual family rituals and customs >>>>>>>ahead. This is something international and cross-cultural, isn’t it? >>>>>>>What you remember from your childhood and younger years also meets some of >>>>>>>my earlier memories, >>>>>>>just that I feel mine are much more hidden beyond >>>>>>>the mists of time …….. >>>>>>>Now the next generation after mine is growing out of the house and I feel >>>>>>>a bit sad that those >>>>>>>days have gone twice. >>>>>>>Is it time to look forward to the next generation >>>>>>>of children to come? Are we growing old? >>>>>>>And nostalgic? It is autumn, leaves falling, >>>>>>>and thoughts like those go with the season. >>>>>>>Take a big and friendly hug, my friend, >>>>>>>that you never feel cold >>>>>>>Sumi >>>>>>christmas, i wont say i hate it. but it’s no longer a good time of the >>>>>>year for me. >>>>>>we never decorated the house for xmas till my sister’s birthday, around >>>>>>the 20th of dec. >>>>>>the town where we lived had alot of ukrainians, so we left our tree etc >>>>>>up till after ukrainians new year (around the first part of january.) >>>>>>when santa pays a visit to your local shopping center so kids can have >>>>>>pics taken with him, wave to santa and watch some of the >>>>>>looks you get 
>>>>>>some looks……does know that guy? he knows there no such thing as >>>>>>santa right? >>>>>>until someone "can" prove there is no santa, a part of me will always >>>>>>belive >>>>>>just like heaven and hell, thats actually something different. >>>>>>no matter what is said, i will always belive theres a heaven and hell. >>>>>>if i gave up beliving there is a heaven, where would my mom and dad be? >>>>>>got side tracked, sorry chloe.and hello sumire >>>>>>even here, stores start decorating and selling christmas even before >>>>>>halloween >>>>>>i’m expecting santa to show up at the door some halloween night >>>>>>…..Ho Ho Ho, Trick or Treat :p >>>>>>{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Chloe & Sumire}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} >>>>just re-read what i posted, i didn’t mean to dump my probs in one of >>>>your replies. >>>>>(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Ghost)))))))))))))))))))))))))))) >>>>>Have a mummy hug…After all, I am a mummy, right? So is sumi, so I am >>>>>pretty sure you will get two muummy hugs for the same price;-):) >>>>two mimmy hugs, how did i get so lucky getting two mommy friends? >>>What???? Not the "two BEST" mummy friends?????;-);-) >>oops, my bad >>my two bestest mommy friends > That’s the ticket!:) >>>>>Hm. I winder if a bunch of friends ever thought of gettign together for >>>>>Halloween and disguise in a way to crerat a nativity scene:) Ya >>>>>know…Mary and Jospeh and jesus in a rough manger, and a dunkey (ane?) >>>>>and al that, and the three mages…That coudl be a funny one for >>>>>Halloween:)… >>>>>Everyone gets in position, then one of the mages rings the doorbell, and >>>>>the door openes to a Nativity scene, heheeheh:). Now that could be veer >>>>>done before:) >>>>lmao >>>>for the baby, find an old doll and dress it up like chucky :p >>>No way…Kids would have nightmares. >>>But I had this image in my mind of this guy walking in long johns due to >>>weather and a diaper over it, with a bunch of hay glued to his back in a >>>manger also glued to his back, wehre each time they rang the door, he had >>>to throw himself on his back to look like jhe is laying in the manger >>>>>XMas…with each year passing I fear it is the last one for me, as in the >>>>>last one where there is a place called "home" for me…Mom beng 82, soon >>>>>83, and being weaker each year, as old age has it…. >>>>>But so many memories are there already of younger years when the magic of >>>>>XMas ansd Santa was so much there, palpable in the air..Believing for the >>>>>fun of it, for that magic fn exciting moment:). >>>>i forget how old i was when i realized there was no santa, i went with >>>>tho for a few more christmas’s till my mom and dad told me there was no >>>>santa. >>>I heard enough rumors to figure it out before, but i was so near XMas, >>>that I ignored all rumours deciding to bel;ueve one more eyar. Then my >>>stupoid brother ruined it the day before XMas, telling me not only it was >>>mom and dad but where the presents were hidden: all wrapped and >>>under their bed. I then was sent to go check for them what was in each >>>box. Like a good obedient lil sister, I did too, unwrapping everything. >>>Not only it ruined it to not believe in Sabta, but also for having zilch >>>surprise in my boxes nor seing anyone else opening theirs the next night. >>>I remained not too fond of that "bother" of mine since:) >>>I feel like I owe him one. Hm. Maybe if I offer him a huge box this year >>>with inside a lil note that reads "Santa doe4s NOT exist"….Maybe that >>>woudl do it?;-) >>put alot of crumpled up newspaper in the box with the note stuck with >>tape at the bottom, >>need to add something so it’ll make a lil noise to > Maybe one of those lil grelots….Egl? These little things that mak a > jingle sound? Round with a metal thingie inside to mke the sound when you > shake it? Santa has a bunch on his sleigh.
bell, might be the same thing as you mentined need something for weight to, lump of coal? – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->>>>but, i dunno tho…..i still remeber a story my dad told me from when he >>>>was growing up. >>>>it was christmas eve, my dad heard a noise outside. he got out of bed >>>>and looked out the window. on the window sill, my dad saw tiny reindeer >>>>and sleigh tracks >>>I remember being actually 14 or so, and my sister and I clearly eharing >>>jingles on the roof. It was a snow storm too, so we really held our breath >>>pinching each other and whispering "Do you hear…that????Oh mah hgawd!! >>>Would it not be something!". But we had no means to go check the >>>roof….It was dead night too:). Because of that year we always could go >>>on deciding to believe a few mionutes, just befor4e we unwrap presents:) >>>>>The extended famil(ies) got so huge that no tree can be big enough to fit >>>>>all presents under. Each year we try and take a pic to rember how huge the >>>>>pile of presents was, to show kids later so they remember too, but each >>>>>year, we can never have a pic of all prsents, as they just donlt fit under >>>>>the tree. Some are piled in the stairs nearby, others on the back and arms >>>>>of the couch, etc, etc. No way to fit it all in one pic…. >>>>>QWe used to take family pcs at XMas or during the holidays too when >>>>>everyoen was there. Since dad died, we never happened to… >>>>>So the last pics taken that way all have a complete family on them…. >>>>>I never took the pics myself…Well, I did once and the result was too >>>>>bizarre, they decided to have someoen else taken them the next year. My >>>>>oldest brohter on the family xamas pic only had a half body/ha;f face…We >>>>>all were stanbdng in the living room, and there were drapes fdong the >>>>>entire walls and windows, not just windows, then, where somehow hal hid >>>>>head is absent, where you can actually see the perfect lines and creases >>>>>in the drapes, which maes it a very strange pic…..At forst they thought >>>>>nothing of it: an acid spot, they said. Oh? Then explain to me howcome we >>>>>can see all details in the drapes where the halfg face should be, "behind" >>>>>where the face was/should be? No acid there? Doh!:) >>>>>My brother then asked me if he coudl have that pic, and I gave it to him, >>>>>regretting it t this day as he does not remember where he put it years >>>>>later… >>>>>I dislike seing my younger bother sittign in dad’s chair at the table…To >>>>>me it is a spot to leave free, in memory, sopecially on such >>>>>occasions….But he so darn insists on sittign there, as if it meant the >>>>>world to him that we let him….Still, it annoys me when I want to look >>>>>that way and sort of wave hi 6o "dad" to see my silly brother there:):) >>>>i can relate, after 21 yrs of my dad handing out the pressies xmas >>>>morn., it was handed down to me after he passed away. >>>Same here. In fact as he aged, I;d be on all founrs under the tree helping >>>him by finding some to distribute as evenly as could be so that it was not >>>the same name called x times in a row, then the next, sort of thing. But >>>if I did help my sister Marge by handing them to her two or three years >>>ago, I had such a dislocated hurtign bac the enxt day I decided it was >>>time soemone else did it. Not only that, but Marge is a control freak, >>>and I spend the night clenching my teeth while holding my lower back >>>when she is the one I hand the presents to.:):) She’s a great person, but >>>controllign to a point it annoys the life out of me. >>> > it >>>was cool in one way, but in another way it just didn’t feel right. >>>>the more i think about, i’ve always felt that someone was looking over >>>>my shoulder >>>:) I know what you mean, if I never thought of that feeling nor had the >>>feeling of soemoen over my shoulder for XMas. Just happenign to run into >>>dad’s sitting image when I did not expect it one bit, sort of thng. >>>I try and not think of dad
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: > Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: >> Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: >>>Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: >>>>Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: >>>>>sumire wrote: >>>>>>Yes, the cold half of the year has begun. >>>>>>Time of cosy cuddling in front of fireplaces >>>>>>or on sofas under reading lamps >>>>>>Time of annual family rituals and customs >>>>>>ahead. This is something international and cross-cultural, isn’t it? >>>>>>What you remember from your childhood and younger years also meets some of >>>>>>my earlier memories, >>>>>>just that I feel mine are much more hidden beyond >>>>>>the mists of time …….. >>>>>>Now the next generation after mine is growing out of the house and I feel >>>>>>a bit sad that those >>>>>>days have gone twice. >>>>>>Is it time to look forward to the next generation >>>>>>of children to come? Are we growing old? >>>>>>And nostalgic? It is autumn, leaves falling, >>>>>>and thoughts like those go with the season. >>>>>>Take a big and friendly hug, my friend, >>>>>>that you never feel cold >>>>>>Sumi >>>>>christmas, i wont say i hate it. but it’s no longer a good time of the >>>>>year for me. >>>>>we never decorated the house for xmas till my sister’s birthday, around >>>>>the 20th of dec. >>>>>the town where we lived had alot of ukrainians, so we left our tree etc >>>>>up till after ukrainians new year (around the first part of january.) >>>>>when santa pays a visit to your local shopping center so kids can have >>>>>pics taken with him, wave to santa and watch some of the >>>>>looks you get >>>>>some looks……does know that guy? he knows there no such thing as >>>>>santa right? >>>>>until someone "can" prove there is no santa, a part of me will always >>>>>belive >>>>>just like heaven and hell, thats actually something different. >>>>>no matter what is said, i will always belive theres a heaven and hell. >>>>>if i gave up beliving there is a heaven, where would my mom and dad be? >>>>>got side tracked, sorry chloe.and hello sumire >>>>>even here, stores start decorating and selling christmas even before >>>>>halloween >>>>>i’m expecting santa to show up at the door some halloween night >>>>>…..Ho Ho Ho, Trick or Treat :p >>>>>{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Chloe & Sumire}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} >>>just re-read what i posted, i didn’t mean to dump my probs in one of >>>your replies. >>>>(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Ghost)))))))))))))))))))))))))))) >>>>Have a mummy hug…After all, I am a mummy, right? So is sumi, so I am >>>>pretty sure you will get two muummy hugs for the same price;-):) >>>two mimmy hugs, how did i get so lucky getting two mommy friends? >> What???? Not the "two BEST" mummy friends?????;-);-) > oops, my bad > my two bestest mommy friends
That’s the ticket!:) – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->>>>Hm. I winder if a bunch of friends ever thought of gettign together for >>>>Halloween and disguise in a way to crerat a nativity scene:) Ya >>>>know…Mary and Jospeh and jesus in a rough manger, and a dunkey (ane?) >>>>and al that, and the three mages…That coudl be a funny one for >>>>Halloween:)… >>>>Everyone gets in position, then one of the mages rings the doorbell, and >>>>the door openes to a Nativity scene, heheeheh:). Now that could be veer >>>>done before:) >>>lmao >>>for the baby, find an old doll and dress it up like chucky :p >> No way…Kids would have nightmares. >> But I had this image in my mind of this guy walking in long johns due to >> weather and a diaper over it, with a bunch of hay glued to his back in a >> manger also glued to his back, wehre each time they rang the door, he had >> to throw himself on his back to look like jhe is laying in the manger >>>>XMas…with each year passing I fear it is the last one for me, as in the >>>>last one where there is a place called "home" for me…Mom beng 82, soon >>>>83, and being weaker each year, as old age has it…. >>>>But so many memories are there already of younger years when the magic of >>>>XMas ansd Santa was so much there, palpable in the air..Believing for the >>>>fun of it, for that magic fn exciting moment:). >>>i forget how old i was when i realized there was no santa, i went with >>>tho for a few more christmas’s till my mom and dad told me there was no >>>santa. >> I heard enough rumors to figure it out before, but i was so near XMas, >> that I ignored all rumours deciding to bel;ueve one more eyar. Then my >> stupoid brother ruined it the day before XMas, telling me not only it was >> mom and dad but where the presents were hidden: all wrapped and >> under their bed. I then was sent to go check for them what was in each >> box. Like a good obedient lil sister, I did too, unwrapping everything. >> Not only it ruined it to not believe in Sabta, but also for having zilch >> surprise in my boxes nor seing anyone else opening theirs the next night. >> I remained not too fond of that "bother" of mine since:) >> I feel like I owe him one. Hm. Maybe if I offer him a huge box this year >> with inside a lil note that reads "Santa doe4s NOT exist"….Maybe that >> woudl do it?;-) > put alot of crumpled up newspaper in the box with the note stuck with > tape at the bottom, > need to add something so it’ll make a lil noise to
Maybe one of those lil grelots….Egl? These little things that mak a jingle sound? Round with a metal thingie inside to mke the sound when you shake it? Santa has a bunch on his sleigh. > >> – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->>>but, i dunno tho…..i still remeber a story my dad told me from when he >>>was growing up. >>>it was christmas eve, my dad heard a noise outside. he got out of bed >>>and looked out the window. on the window sill, my dad saw tiny reindeer >>>and sleigh tracks >> I remember being actually 14 or so, and my sister and I clearly eharing >> jingles on the roof. It was a snow storm too, so we really held our breath >> pinching each other and whispering "Do you hear…that????Oh mah hgawd!! >> Would it not be something!". But we had no means to go check the >> roof….It was dead night too:). Because of that year we always could go >> on deciding to believe a few mionutes, just befor4e we unwrap presents:) >>>>The extended famil(ies) got so huge that no tree can be big enough to fit >>>>all presents under. Each year we try and take a pic to rember how huge the >>>>pile of presents was, to show kids later so they remember too, but each >>>>year, we can never have a pic of all prsents, as they just donlt fit under >>>>the tree. Some are piled in the stairs nearby, others on the back and arms >>>>of the couch, etc, etc. No way to fit it all in one pic…. >>>>QWe used to take family pcs at XMas or during the holidays too when >>>>everyoen was there. Since dad died, we never happened to… >>>>So the last pics taken that way all have a complete family on them…. >>>>I never took the pics myself…Well, I did once and the result was too >>>>bizarre, they decided to have someoen else taken them the next year. My >>>>oldest brohter on the family xamas pic only had a half body/ha;f face…We >>>>all were stanbdng in the living room, and there were drapes fdong the >>>>entire walls and windows, not just windows, then, where somehow hal hid >>>>head is absent, where you can actually see the perfect lines and creases >>>>in the drapes, which maes it a very strange pic…..At forst they thought >>>>nothing of it: an acid spot, they said. Oh? Then explain to me howcome we >>>>can see all details in the drapes where the halfg face should be, "behind" >>>>where the face was/should be? No acid there? Doh!:) >>>>My brother then asked me if he coudl have that pic, and I gave it to him, >>>>regretting it t this day as he does not remember where he put it years >>>>later… >>>>I dislike seing my younger bother sittign in dad’s chair at the table…To >>>>me it is a spot to leave free, in memory, sopecially on such >>>>occasions….But he so darn insists on sittign there, as if it meant the >>>>world to him that we let him….Still, it annoys me when I want to look >>>>that way and sort of wave hi 6o "dad" to see my silly brother there:):) >>>i can relate, after 21 yrs of my dad handing out the pressies xmas >>>morn., it was handed down to me after he passed away. >> Same here. In fact as he aged, I;d be on all founrs under the tree helping >> him by finding some to distribute as evenly as could be so that it was not >> the same name called x times in a row, then the next, sort of thing. But >> if I did help my sister Marge by handing them to her two or three years >> ago, I had such a dislocated hurtign bac the enxt day I decided it was >> time soemone else did it. Not only that, but Marge is a control freak, >> and I spend the night clenching my teeth while holding my lower back >> when she is the one I hand the presents to.:):) She’s a great person, but >> controllign to a point it annoys the life out of me. >> > it >> was cool in one way, but in another way it just didn’t feel right. >>>the more i think about, i’ve always felt that someone was looking over >>>my shoulder >> I know what you mean, if I never thought of that feeling nor had the >> feeling of soemoen over my shoulder for XMas. Just happenign to run into >> dad’s sitting image when I did not expect it one bit, sort of thng. >> I try and not think of dad that night….During that time anyway. >> I try and keep mom’s mind busy too…;-) >>>>The forst two XMases after my father died, we had manifestatiosn fo his >>>>presence at my place… >>>>The forst eyar, it was actually for New Years. He ahd always blessed us, a >>>>tradition, for New Years… >>>>And
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: > Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: >>Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: >>>Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: >>>>sumire wrote: >>>>>Yes, the cold half of the year has begun. >>>>>Time of cosy cuddling in front of fireplaces >>>>>or on sofas under reading lamps >>>>>Time of annual family rituals and customs >>>>>ahead. This is something international and cross-cultural, isn’t it? >>>>>What you remember from your childhood and younger years also meets some of >>>>>my earlier memories, >>>>>just that I feel mine are much more hidden beyond >>>>>the mists of time …….. >>>>>Now the next generation after mine is growing out of the house and I feel >>>>>a bit sad that those >>>>>days have gone twice. >>>>>Is it time to look forward to the next generation >>>>>of children to come? Are we growing old? >>>>>And nostalgic? It is autumn, leaves falling, >>>>>and thoughts like those go with the season. >>>>>Take a big and friendly hug, my friend, >>>>>that you never feel cold >>>>>Sumi >>>>christmas, i wont say i hate it. but it’s no longer a good time of the >>>>year for me. >>>>we never decorated the house for xmas till my sister’s birthday, around >>>>the 20th of dec. >>>>the town where we lived had alot of ukrainians, so we left our tree etc >>>>up till after ukrainians new year (around the first part of january.) >>>>when santa pays a visit to your local shopping center so kids can have >>>>pics taken with him, wave to santa and watch some of the >>>>looks you get >>>>some looks……does know that guy? he knows there no such thing as >>>>santa right? >>>>until someone "can" prove there is no santa, a part of me will always >>>>belive >>>>just like heaven and hell, thats actually something different. >>>>no matter what is said, i will always belive theres a heaven and hell. >>>>if i gave up beliving there is a heaven, where would my mom and dad be? >>>>got side tracked, sorry chloe.and hello sumire >>>>even here, stores start decorating and selling christmas even before >>>>halloween >>>>i’m expecting santa to show up at the door some halloween night >>>>…..Ho Ho Ho, Trick or Treat :p >>>>{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Chloe & Sumire}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} >>just re-read what i posted, i didn’t mean to dump my probs in one of >>your replies. >>>(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Ghost)))))))))))))))))))))))))))) >>>Have a mummy hug…After all, I am a mummy, right? So is sumi, so I am >>>pretty sure you will get two muummy hugs for the same price;-):) >>two mimmy hugs, how did i get so lucky getting two mommy friends? > What???? Not the "two BEST" mummy friends?????;-);-)
oops, my bad my two bestest mommy friends – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->>>Hm. I winder if a bunch of friends ever thought of gettign together for >>>Halloween and disguise in a way to crerat a nativity scene:) Ya >>>know…Mary and Jospeh and jesus in a rough manger, and a dunkey (ane?) >>>and al that, and the three mages…That coudl be a funny one for >>>Halloween:)… >>>Everyone gets in position, then one of the mages rings the doorbell, and >>>the door openes to a Nativity scene, heheeheh:). Now that could be veer >>>done before:) >>lmao >>for the baby, find an old doll and dress it up like chucky :p > No way…Kids would have nightmares. > But I had this image in my mind of this guy walking in long johns due to > weather and a diaper over it, with a bunch of hay glued to his back in a > manger also glued to his back, wehre each time they rang the door, he had > to throw himself on his back to look like jhe is laying in the manger >>>XMas…with each year passing I fear it is the last one for me, as in the >>>last one where there is a place called "home" for me…Mom beng 82, soon >>>83, and being weaker each year, as old age has it…. >>>But so many memories are there already of younger years when the magic of >>>XMas ansd Santa was so much there, palpable in the air..Believing for the >>>fun of it, for that magic fn exciting moment:). >>i forget how old i was when i realized there was no santa, i went with >>tho for a few more christmas’s till my mom and dad told me there was no >>santa. > I heard enough rumors to figure it out before, but i was so near XMas, > that I ignored all rumours deciding to bel;ueve one more eyar. Then my > stupoid brother ruined it the day before XMas, telling me not only it was > mom and dad but where the presents were hidden: all wrapped and > under their bed. I then was sent to go check for them what was in each > box. Like a good obedient lil sister, I did too, unwrapping everything. > Not only it ruined it to not believe in Sabta, but also for having zilch > surprise in my boxes nor seing anyone else opening theirs the next night. > I remained not too fond of that "bother" of mine since:) > I feel like I owe him one. Hm. Maybe if I offer him a huge box this year > with inside a lil note that reads "Santa doe4s NOT exist"….Maybe that > woudl do it?;-)
put alot of crumpled up newspaper in the box with the note stuck with tape at the bottom, need to add something so it’ll make a lil noise to – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->>but, i dunno tho…..i still remeber a story my dad told me from when he >>was growing up. >>it was christmas eve, my dad heard a noise outside. he got out of bed >>and looked out the window. on the window sill, my dad saw tiny reindeer >>and sleigh tracks > I remember being actually 14 or so, and my sister and I clearly eharing > jingles on the roof. It was a snow storm too, so we really held our breath > pinching each other and whispering "Do you hear…that????Oh mah hgawd!! > Would it not be something!". But we had no means to go check the > roof….It was dead night too:). Because of that year we always could go > on deciding to believe a few mionutes, just befor4e we unwrap presents:) >>>The extended famil(ies) got so huge that no tree can be big enough to fit >>>all presents under. Each year we try and take a pic to rember how huge the >>>pile of presents was, to show kids later so they remember too, but each >>>year, we can never have a pic of all prsents, as they just donlt fit under >>>the tree. Some are piled in the stairs nearby, others on the back and arms >>>of the couch, etc, etc. No way to fit it all in one pic…. >>>QWe used to take family pcs at XMas or during the holidays too when >>>everyoen was there. Since dad died, we never happened to… >>>So the last pics taken that way all have a complete family on them…. >>>I never took the pics myself…Well, I did once and the result was too >>>bizarre, they decided to have someoen else taken them the next year. My >>>oldest brohter on the family xamas pic only had a half body/ha;f face…We >>>all were stanbdng in the living room, and there were drapes fdong the >>>entire walls and windows, not just windows, then, where somehow hal hid >>>head is absent, where you can actually see the perfect lines and creases >>>in the drapes, which maes it a very strange pic…..At forst they thought >>>nothing of it: an acid spot, they said. Oh? Then explain to me howcome we >>>can see all details in the drapes where the halfg face should be, "behind" >>>where the face was/should be? No acid there? Doh!:) >>>My brother then asked me if he coudl have that pic, and I gave it to him, >>>regretting it t this day as he does not remember where he put it years >>>later… >>>I dislike seing my younger bother sittign in dad’s chair at the table…To >>>me it is a spot to leave free, in memory, sopecially on such >>>occasions….But he so darn insists on sittign there, as if it meant the >>>world to him that we let him….Still, it annoys me when I want to look >>>that way and sort of wave hi 6o "dad" to see my silly brother there:):) >>i can relate, after 21 yrs of my dad handing out the pressies xmas >>morn., it was handed down to me after he passed away. > Same here. In fact as he aged, I;d be on all founrs under the tree helping > him by finding some to distribute as evenly as could be so that it was not > the same name called x times in a row, then the next, sort of thing. But > if I did help my sister Marge by handing them to her two or three years > ago, I had such a dislocated hurtign bac the enxt day I decided it was > time soemone else did it. Not only that, but Marge is a control freak, > and I spend the night clenching my teeth while holding my lower back > when she is the one I hand the presents to.:):) She’s a great person, but > controllign to a point it annoys the life out of me. > > it > was cool in one way, but in another way it just didn’t feel right. >>the more i think about, i’ve always felt that someone was looking over >>my shoulder > I know what you mean, if I never thought of that feeling nor had the > feeling of soemoen over my shoulder for XMas. Just happenign to run into > dad’s sitting image when I did not expect it one bit, sort of thng. > I try and not think of dad that night….During that time anyway. > I try and keep mom’s mind busy too…;-) >>>The forst two XMases after my father died, we had manifestatiosn fo his >>>presence at my place… >>>The forst eyar, it was actually for New Years. He ahd always blessed us, a >>>tradition, for New Years… >>>And that day, kiddo was by the tv set, turning it on,w hen he tuirend to >>>me white like a cloth. I asked what was with him, he just lookede at me >>>with round eyes, jaw dropped, a scared face…Then I asked again and he >>>said "There is…a hand on my shoulder! A hand is on my shoulder, restign >>>on my shoulder… >>>He was really scared. Like hsi grandad was afraid of ghosts or death, so >>>is Kiddo, Quite an odd son for a medium to have, hehehaahah. >>>I then immediately knew it was dad
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: > Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: >> Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: >>>sumire wrote: >>>>Yes, the cold half of the year has begun. >>>>Time of cosy cuddling in front of fireplaces >>>>or on sofas under reading lamps >>>>Time of annual family rituals and customs >>>>ahead. This is something international and cross-cultural, isn’t it? >>>>What you remember from your childhood and younger years also meets some of >>>>my earlier memories, >>>>just that I feel mine are much more hidden beyond >>>>the mists of time …….. >>>>Now the next generation after mine is growing out of the house and I feel >>>>a bit sad that those >>>>days have gone twice. >>>>Is it time to look forward to the next generation >>>>of children to come? Are we growing old? >>>>And nostalgic? It is autumn, leaves falling, >>>>and thoughts like those go with the season. >>>>Take a big and friendly hug, my friend, >>>>that you never feel cold >>>>Sumi >>>christmas, i wont say i hate it. but it’s no longer a good time of the >>>year for me. >>>we never decorated the house for xmas till my sister’s birthday, around >>>the 20th of dec. >>>the town where we lived had alot of ukrainians, so we left our tree etc >>>up till after ukrainians new year (around the first part of january.) >>>when santa pays a visit to your local shopping center so kids can have >>>pics taken with him, wave to santa and watch some of the >>>looks you get >>>some looks……does know that guy? he knows there no such thing as >>>santa right? >>>until someone "can" prove there is no santa, a part of me will always >>>belive >>>just like heaven and hell, thats actually something different. >>>no matter what is said, i will always belive theres a heaven and hell. >>>if i gave up beliving there is a heaven, where would my mom and dad be? >>>got side tracked, sorry chloe.and hello sumire >>>even here, stores start decorating and selling christmas even before >>>halloween >>>i’m expecting santa to show up at the door some halloween night >>>…..Ho Ho Ho, Trick or Treat :p >>>{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Chloe & Sumire}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} > just re-read what i posted, i didn’t mean to dump my probs in one of > your replies. >> (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Ghost)))))))))))))))))))))))))))) >> Have a mummy hug…After all, I am a mummy, right? So is sumi, so I am >> pretty sure you will get two muummy hugs for the same price;-):) > two mimmy hugs, how did i get so lucky getting two mommy friends?
What???? Not the "two BEST" mummy friends?????;-);-) >> Hm. I winder if a bunch of friends ever thought of gettign together for >> Halloween and disguise in a way to crerat a nativity scene:) Ya >> know…Mary and Jospeh and jesus in a rough manger, and a dunkey (ane?) >> and al that, and the three mages…That coudl be a funny one for >> Halloween:)… >> Everyone gets in position, then one of the mages rings the doorbell, and >> the door openes to a Nativity scene, heheeheh:). Now that could be veer >> done before:) > lmao > for the baby, find an old doll and dress it up like chucky :p
No way…Kids would have nightmares. But I had this image in my mind of this guy walking in long johns due to weather and a diaper over it, with a bunch of hay glued to his back in a manger also glued to his back, wehre each time they rang the door, he had to throw himself on his back to look like jhe is laying in the manger > >> >> XMas…with each year passing I fear it is the last one for me, as in the >> last one where there is a place called "home" for me…Mom beng 82, soon >> 83, and being weaker each year, as old age has it…. >> But so many memories are there already of younger years when the magic of >> XMas ansd Santa was so much there, palpable in the air..Believing for the >> fun of it, for that magic fn exciting moment:). > i forget how old i was when i realized there was no santa, i went with > tho for a few more christmas’s till my mom and dad told me there was no > santa.
I heard enough rumors to figure it out before, but i was so near XMas, that I ignored all rumours deciding to bel;ueve one more eyar. Then my stupoid brother ruined it the day before XMas, telling me not only it was mom and dad but where the presents were hidden: all wrapped and under their bed. I then was sent to go check for them what was in each box. Like a good obedient lil sister, I did too, unwrapping everything. Not only it ruined it to not believe in Sabta, but also for having zilch surprise in my boxes nor seing anyone else opening theirs the next night. I remained not too fond of that "bother" of mine since:) I feel like I owe him one. Hm. Maybe if I offer him a huge box this year with inside a lil note that reads "Santa doe4s NOT exist"….Maybe that woudl do it?;-) > but, i dunno tho…..i still remeber a story my dad told me from when he > was growing up. > it was christmas eve, my dad heard a noise outside. he got out of bed > and looked out the window. on the window sill, my dad saw tiny reindeer > and sleigh tracks
I remember being actually 14 or so, and my sister and I clearly eharing jingles on the roof. It was a snow storm too, so we really held our breath pinching each other and whispering "Do you hear…that????Oh mah hgawd!! Would it not be something!". But we had no means to go check the roof….It was dead night too:). Because of that year we always could go on deciding to believe a few mionutes, just befor4e we unwrap presents:) > >> – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->> The extended famil(ies) got so huge that no tree can be big enough to fit >> all presents under. Each year we try and take a pic to rember how huge the >> pile of presents was, to show kids later so they remember too, but each >> year, we can never have a pic of all prsents, as they just donlt fit under >> the tree. Some are piled in the stairs nearby, others on the back and arms >> of the couch, etc, etc. No way to fit it all in one pic…. >> QWe used to take family pcs at XMas or during the holidays too when >> everyoen was there. Since dad died, we never happened to… >> So the last pics taken that way all have a complete family on them…. >> I never took the pics myself…Well, I did once and the result was too >> bizarre, they decided to have someoen else taken them the next year. My >> oldest brohter on the family xamas pic only had a half body/ha;f face…We >> all were stanbdng in the living room, and there were drapes fdong the >> entire walls and windows, not just windows, then, where somehow hal hid >> head is absent, where you can actually see the perfect lines and creases >> in the drapes, which maes it a very strange pic…..At forst they thought >> nothing of it: an acid spot, they said. Oh? Then explain to me howcome we >> can see all details in the drapes where the halfg face should be, "behind" >> where the face was/should be? No acid there? Doh!:) >> My brother then asked me if he coudl have that pic, and I gave it to him, >> regretting it t this day as he does not remember where he put it years >> later… >> I dislike seing my younger bother sittign in dad’s chair at the table…To >> me it is a spot to leave free, in memory, sopecially on such >> occasions….But he so darn insists on sittign there, as if it meant the >> world to him that we let him….Still, it annoys me when I want to look >> that way and sort of wave hi 6o "dad" to see my silly brother there:):) > i can relate, after 21 yrs of my dad handing out the pressies xmas > morn., it was handed down to me after he passed away.
Same here. In fact as he aged, I;d be on all founrs under the tree helping him by finding some to distribute as evenly as could be so that it was not the same name called x times in a row, then the next, sort of thing. But if I did help my sister Marge by handing them to her two or three years ago, I had such a dislocated hurtign bac the enxt day I decided it was time soemone else did it. Not only that, but Marge is a control freak, and I spend the night clenching my teeth while holding my lower back when she is the one I hand the presents to.:):) She’s a great person, but controllign to a point it annoys the life out of me. > it was cool in one way, but in another way it just didn’t feel right. > the more i think about, i’ve always felt that someone was looking over > my shoulder
I know what you mean, if I never thought of that feeling nor had the feeling of soemoen over my shoulder for XMas. Just happenign to run into dad’s sitting image when I did not expect it one bit, sort of thng. I try and not think of dad that night….During that time anyway. I try and keep mom’s mind busy too…;-) – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->> The forst two XMases after my father died, we had manifestatiosn fo his >> presence at my place… >> The forst eyar, it was actually for New Years. He ahd always blessed us, a >> tradition, for New Years… >> And that day, kiddo was by the tv set, turning it on,w hen he tuirend to >> me white like a cloth. I asked what was with him, he just lookede at me >> with round eyes, jaw dropped, a scared face…Then I asked again and he >> said "There is…a hand on my shoulder! A hand is on my shoulder, restign >> on my shoulder… >> He was really scared. Like hsi grandad was afraid of ghosts or death, so >> is Kiddo, Quite an odd son for a medium to have, hehehaahah. >> I then immediately knew it was dad and told him "POh, put your hand on the >> hand you feel! cknowledge it for him! It must take so much energy for them >> to achieve suc a contnaact! >> -…(sacred face even more) >> -Please kiddo! lease, it is your grand dad whow ants to let ou knwo he is >> offering you his blessings for the eyar!! >> -…. >> -Please lease please…?:) >> And so he did put his hand on that shoulder of his where he felt that >> hand, and I saw his
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Eleonore Beaudoin wrote: > Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: >>sumire wrote: >>>Yes, the cold half of the year has begun. >>>Time of cosy cuddling in front of fireplaces >>>or on sofas under reading lamps >>>Time of annual family rituals and customs >>>ahead. This is something international and cross-cultural, isn’t it? >>>What you remember from your childhood and younger years also meets some of >>>my earlier memories, >>>just that I feel mine are much more hidden beyond >>>the mists of time …….. >>>Now the next generation after mine is growing out of the house and I feel >>>a bit sad that those >>>days have gone twice. >>>Is it time to look forward to the next generation >>>of children to come? Are we growing old? >>>And nostalgic? It is autumn, leaves falling, >>>and thoughts like those go with the season. >>>Take a big and friendly hug, my friend, >>>that you never feel cold >>>Sumi >>christmas, i wont say i hate it. but it’s no longer a good time of the >>year for me. >>we never decorated the house for xmas till my sister’s birthday, around >>the 20th of dec. >>the town where we lived had alot of ukrainians, so we left our tree etc >>up till after ukrainians new year (around the first part of january.) >>when santa pays a visit to your local shopping center so kids can have >>pics taken with him, wave to santa and watch some of the >>looks you get >>some looks……does know that guy? he knows there no such thing as >>santa right? >>until someone "can" prove there is no santa, a part of me will always >>belive >>just like heaven and hell, thats actually something different. >>no matter what is said, i will always belive theres a heaven and hell. >>if i gave up beliving there is a heaven, where would my mom and dad be? >>got side tracked, sorry chloe.and hello sumire >>even here, stores start decorating and selling christmas even before >>halloween >>i’m expecting santa to show up at the door some halloween night >>…..Ho Ho Ho, Trick or Treat :p >>{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Chloe & Sumire}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
just re-read what i posted, i didn’t mean to dump my probs in one of your replies. > (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Ghost)))))))))))))))))))))))))))) > Have a mummy hug…After all, I am a mummy, right? So is sumi, so I am > pretty sure you will get two muummy hugs for the same price;-):)
two mimmy hugs, how did i get so lucky getting two mommy friends? > Hm. I winder if a bunch of friends ever thought of gettign together for > Halloween and disguise in a way to crerat a nativity scene:) Ya > know…Mary and Jospeh and jesus in a rough manger, and a dunkey (ane?) > and al that, and the three mages…That coudl be a funny one for > Halloween:)… > Everyone gets in position, then one of the mages rings the doorbell, and > the door openes to a Nativity scene, heheeheh:). Now that could be veer > done before:)
lmao for the baby, find an old doll and dress it up like chucky :p > XMas…with each year passing I fear it is the last one for me, as in the > last one where there is a place called "home" for me…Mom beng 82, soon > 83, and being weaker each year, as old age has it…. > But so many memories are there already of younger years when the magic of > XMas ansd Santa was so much there, palpable in the air..Believing for the > fun of it, for that magic fn exciting moment:).
i forget how old i was when i realized there was no santa, i went with tho for a few more christmas’s till my mom and dad told me there was no santa. but, i dunno tho…..i still remeber a story my dad told me from when he was growing up. it was christmas eve, my dad heard a noise outside. he got out of bed and looked out the window. on the window sill, my dad saw tiny reindeer and sleigh tracks – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> The extended famil(ies) got so huge that no tree can be big enough to fit > all presents under. Each year we try and take a pic to rember how huge the > pile of presents was, to show kids later so they remember too, but each > year, we can never have a pic of all prsents, as they just donlt fit under > the tree. Some are piled in the stairs nearby, others on the back and arms > of the couch, etc, etc. No way to fit it all in one pic…. > QWe used to take family pcs at XMas or during the holidays too when > everyoen was there. Since dad died, we never happened to… > So the last pics taken that way all have a complete family on them…. > I never took the pics myself…Well, I did once and the result was too > bizarre, they decided to have someoen else taken them the next year. My > oldest brohter on the family xamas pic only had a half body/ha;f face…We > all were stanbdng in the living room, and there were drapes fdong the > entire walls and windows, not just windows, then, where somehow hal hid > head is absent, where you can actually see the perfect lines and creases > in the drapes, which maes it a very strange pic…..At forst they thought > nothing of it: an acid spot, they said. Oh? Then explain to me howcome we > can see all details in the drapes where the halfg face should be, "behind" > where the face was/should be? No acid there? Doh!:) > My brother then asked me if he coudl have that pic, and I gave it to him, > regretting it t this day as he does not remember where he put it years > later… > I dislike seing my younger bother sittign in dad’s chair at the table…To > me it is a spot to leave free, in memory, sopecially on such > occasions….But he so darn insists on sittign there, as if it meant the > world to him that we let him….Still, it annoys me when I want to look > that way and sort of wave hi 6o "dad" to see my silly brother there:):)
i can relate, after 21 yrs of my dad handing out the pressies xmas morn., it was handed down to me after he passed away. it was cool in one way, but in another way it just didn’t feel right. the more i think about, i’ve always felt that someone was looking over my shoulder, – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> The forst two XMases after my father died, we had manifestatiosn fo his > presence at my place… > The forst eyar, it was actually for New Years. He ahd always blessed us, a > tradition, for New Years… > And that day, kiddo was by the tv set, turning it on,w hen he tuirend to > me white like a cloth. I asked what was with him, he just lookede at me > with round eyes, jaw dropped, a scared face…Then I asked again and he > said "There is…a hand on my shoulder! A hand is on my shoulder, restign > on my shoulder… > He was really scared. Like hsi grandad was afraid of ghosts or death, so > is Kiddo, Quite an odd son for a medium to have, hehehaahah. > I then immediately knew it was dad and told him "POh, put your hand on the > hand you feel! cknowledge it for him! It must take so much energy for them > to achieve suc a contnaact! > -…(sacred face even more) > -Please kiddo! lease, it is your grand dad whow ants to let ou knwo he is > offering you his blessings for the eyar!! > -…. > -Please lease please…?:) > And so he did put his hand on that shoulder of his where he felt that > hand, and I saw his face just illuminate wih a tender smile….He felt the > hand he touched….And knew his grandad loved him and rememebred him all > right:) > Jut before, for XMas, my dad had been seen by me sittign in an arm chair, > ready to distibute the presents….I had seen him walk there, sit,by the > tree and presents, as f to distribute them for us….Like he did when I > was a kid… > The next XMas after, it made me let go of a HUMPF. > I had not seen hm walk to the vcahair or anything. As I got to sit in the > arm cair to grab a present to offer kiddo, I looked at the presents > headign for the chair and just as I was reching the chair raised my head > to see where I woudl si, and saw him suddenly sittign there. HUMPF! I so > was not thinking of that at all, and there he was, no sign before, > nothing….:) > I rememebr feelign sad and askign him if he was not gong to go to the farm > for XMas….He looked at me as if meaning "…I thought you woudl be happy > if I distibuted the rpesents here….:(" which broke my ehart where I > explained that oh, sure sure sure, but I justwdnered if he ahd beento the > farm too, as they so must be thinkign fo him ther4e as well….He > disapeared then……never to be seen on a Xmas day at m lace since…. > Coudl have strangl4d myself for sasyign thigsd that way…. > I know he knows what I mean,t but think he prefered to be at my lace cause > at least we coudl see or sense his presence, atleast at times…. > But kiddo seing me tak to someoen he did not see and figuring it was > someoen dead again…Hehehehaahah, onl years later did he tell me how > scared he was at times, which I found hilarious for a medium’s son,
well, better that than think his mom had lost it – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> heheehahahahah:). > He is just like hsi grandad with the dead. scared out of his wit and not > wantign to be caught in any funreral home ever:). > Funny for a kid who grew up with a mom talking to presences when she saw > some or ehard some, and explaiend to him they were not dangerous or > anything:). > It’s been years since I saw my dad apear…. > Up o this year, when I truely needed sugar baldly to not start teemors or > a coma, a can of pop always apeard somehwere even after I as all pout since > long….KNowing clearly so for havign chcked many times in case I;d find a pop > Once, ot happened wiht a witness being there. Ollie. I was driving back > home after we had walked a bt ioin Ottawa where my tolerance to light was > very very low….I started hyperthermia and knew I neded sugar NOW, a pop… > It was very hot and sunny in the car that ahd been parked downtopwn ottawa…. > Ollie turned arond looking for some way to find a pop in some store. to > spot a store or whatever and spotted a pop on the back seat, telling
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Ghost (night-ri…@Cookieshaw.ca) writes: > sumire wrote: >> Yes, the cold half of the year has begun. >> Time of cosy cuddling in front of fireplaces >> or on sofas under reading lamps >> Time of annual family rituals and customs >> ahead. This is something international and cross-cultural, isn’t it? >> What you remember from your childhood and younger years also meets some of >> my earlier memories, >> just that I feel mine are much more hidden beyond >> the mists of time …….. >> Now the next generation after mine is growing out of the house and I feel >> a bit sad that those >> days have gone twice. >> Is it time to look forward to the next generation >> of children to come? Are we growing old? >> And nostalgic? It is autumn, leaves falling, >> and thoughts like those go with the season. >> Take a big and friendly hug, my friend, >> that you never feel cold >> Sumi > christmas, i wont say i hate it. but it’s no longer a good time of the > year for me. > we never decorated the house for xmas till my sister’s birthday, around > the 20th of dec. > the town where we lived had alot of ukrainians, so we left our tree etc > up till after ukrainians new year (around the first part of january.) > when santa pays a visit to your local shopping center so kids can have > pics taken with him, wave to santa and watch some of the > looks you get > some looks……does know that guy? he knows there no such thing as > santa right? > until someone "can" prove there is no santa, a part of me will always > belive > just like heaven and hell, thats actually something different. > no matter what is said, i will always belive theres a heaven and hell. > if i gave up beliving there is a heaven, where would my mom and dad be? > got side tracked, sorry chloe.and hello sumire > even here, stores start decorating and selling christmas even before > halloween > i’m expecting santa to show up at the door some halloween night > …..Ho Ho Ho, Trick or Treat :p > {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Chloe & Sumire}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Ghost)))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Have a mummy hug…After all, I am a mummy, right? So is sumi, so I am pretty sure you will get two muummy hugs for the same price;-):) Hm. I winder if a bunch of friends ever thought of gettign together for Halloween and disguise in a way to crerat a nativity scene:) Ya know…Mary and Jospeh and jesus in a rough manger, and a dunkey (ane?) and al that, and the three mages…That coudl be a funny one for Halloween:)… Everyone gets in position, then one of the mages rings the doorbell, and the door openes to a Nativity scene, heheeheh:). Now that could be veer done before:) XMas…with each year passing I fear it is the last one for me, as in the last one where there is a place called "home" for me…Mom beng 82, soon 83, and being weaker each year, as old age has it…. But so many memories are there already of younger years when the magic of XMas ansd Santa was so much there, palpable in the air..Believing for the fun of it, for that magic fn exciting moment:). The extended famil(ies) got so huge that no tree can be big enough to fit all presents under. Each year we try and take a pic to rember how huge the pile of presents was, to show kids later so they remember too, but each year, we can never have a pic of all prsents, as they just donlt fit under the tree. Some are piled in the stairs nearby, others on the back and arms of the couch, etc, etc. No way to fit it all in one pic…. QWe used to take family pcs at XMas or during the holidays too when everyoen was there. Since dad died, we never happened to… So the last pics taken that way all have a complete family on them…. I never took the pics myself…Well, I did once and the result was too bizarre, they decided to have someoen else taken them the next year. My oldest brohter on the family xamas pic only had a half body/ha;f face…We all were stanbdng in the living room, and there were drapes fdong the entire walls and windows, not just windows, then, where somehow hal hid head is absent, where you can actually see the perfect lines and creases in the drapes, which maes it a very strange pic…..At forst they thought nothing of it: an acid spot, they said. Oh? Then explain to me howcome we can see all details in the drapes where the halfg face should be, "behind" where the face was/should be? No acid there? Doh!:) My brother then asked me if he coudl have that pic, and I gave it to him, regretting it t this day as he does not remember where he put it years later… I dislike seing my younger bother sittign in dad’s chair at the table…To me it is a spot to leave free, in memory, sopecially on such occasions….But he so darn insists on sittign there, as if it meant the world to him that we let him….Still, it annoys me when I want to look that way and sort of wave hi 6o "dad" to see my silly brother there:):) The forst two XMases after my father died, we had manifestatiosn fo his presence at my place… The forst eyar, it was actually for New Years. He ahd always blessed us, a tradition, for New Years… And that day, kiddo was by the tv set, turning it on,w hen he tuirend to me white like a cloth. I asked what was with him, he just lookede at me with round eyes, jaw dropped, a scared face…Then I asked again and he said "There is…a hand on my shoulder! A hand is on my shoulder, restign on my shoulder… He was really scared. Like hsi grandad was afraid of ghosts or death, so is Kiddo, Quite an odd son for a medium to have, hehehaahah. I then immediately knew it was dad and told him "POh, put your hand on the hand you feel! cknowledge it for him! It must take so much energy for them to achieve suc a contnaact! -…(sacred face even more) -Please kiddo! lease, it is your grand dad whow ants to let ou knwo he is offering you his blessings for the eyar!! -…. -Please lease please…?:) And so he did put his hand on that shoulder of his where he felt that hand, and I saw his face just illuminate wih a tender smile….He felt the hand he touched….And knew his grandad loved him and rememebred him all right:) Jut before, for XMas, my dad had been seen by me sittign in an arm chair, ready to distibute the presents….I had seen him walk there, sit,by the tree and presents, as f to distribute them for us….Like he did when I was a kid… The next XMas after, it made me let go of a HUMPF. I had not seen hm walk to the vcahair or anything. As I got to sit in the arm cair to grab a present to offer kiddo, I looked at the presents headign for the chair and just as I was reching the chair raised my head to see where I woudl si, and saw him suddenly sittign there. HUMPF! I so was not thinking of that at all, and there he was, no sign before, nothing….:) I rememebr feelign sad and askign him if he was not gong to go to the farm for XMas….He looked at me as if meaning "…I thought you woudl be happy if I distibuted the rpesents here….:(" which broke my ehart where I explained that oh, sure sure sure, but I justwdnered if he ahd beento the farm too, as they so must be thinkign fo him ther4e as well….He disapeared then……never to be seen on a Xmas day at m lace since…. Coudl have strangl4d myself for sasyign thigsd that way…. I know he knows what I mean,t but think he prefered to be at my lace cause at least we coudl see or sense his presence, atleast at times…. But kiddo seing me tak to someoen he did not see and figuring it was someoen dead again…Hehehehaahah, onl years later did he tell me how scared he was at times, which I found hilarious for a medium’s son, heheehahahahah:). He is just like hsi grandad with the dead. scared out of his wit and not wantign to be caught in any funreral home ever:). Funny for a kid who grew up with a mom talking to presences when she saw some or ehard some, and explaiend to him they were not dangerous or anything:). It’s been years since I saw my dad apear…. Up o this year, when I truely needed sugar baldly to not start teemors or a coma, a can of pop always apeard somehwere even after I as all pout since long….KNowing clearly so for havign chcked many times in case I;d find a pop Once, ot happened wiht a witness being there. Ollie. I was driving back home after we had walked a bt ioin Ottawa where my tolerance to light was very very low….I started hyperthermia and knew I neded sugar NOW, a pop… It was very hot and sunny in the car that ahd been parked downtopwn ottawa…. Ollie turned arond looking for some way to find a pop in some store. to spot a store or whatever and spotted a pop on the back seat, telling me one just was there out of nowhere. He gravbbed it to offer it to me, and he exclaimed that it was *cold*, whle the car was in the dead heat of the day, parlked, fora few hours, and when no po coudl ever be cold in such a heated car. But it was! I can not count the number of times this happened, when I was really in danger woud I not have sugar immediately….. Boh my sister and I heard him call us o "wake us up" after we were slipping iinto a hypog;ycemic coma, ad each as well reported his shot9ng our name to wake us up cause we fell asleep in the tub, another time. Dad always feared we’d drown falling asleep in the tub:) I remember his voice was so loud and clearly calling my name that I answered out loud as in the old days when he would call to see if I was awake in the bath, at hme: -Yes, I am alkl right dad!! I m awajk now! Did I answer, before I realized…I was asleep, his voice woke me up and I was answering him, did I realize as I came to…..Shouting my answer loudly as if to reach him in the hallway, like before, when I was a kid at home….:) So no matter what I could ever believe or not, I know life goes on…. Or somethign goes on and lives on…. With everyone…. And I know my dad would want me to be happy and to ENJOY … read more »
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -"sumire" (sumire_kawab…@nospam.yahoo.co.uk) writes: > Yes, the cold half of the year has begun. > Time of cosy cuddling in front of fireplaces > or on sofas under reading lamps > Time of annual family rituals and customs > ahead. This is something international and cross-cultural, isn’t it? > What you remember from your childhood and younger years also meets some of > my earlier memories, > just that I feel mine are much more hidden beyond > the mists of time …….. > Now the next generation after mine is growing out of the house and I feel > a bit sad that those > days have gone twice. > Is it time to look forward to the next generation > of children to come? Are we growing old? > And nostalgic? It is autumn, leaves falling, > and thoughts like those go with the season. > Take a big and friendly hug, my friend, > that you never feel cold
Thanks, Sumi! Right now I could hug a snowman;-) Just bak from the laudnromat -a real lemon sauna. The new one I fond a few blocks away from here, last weekend, now decided to close at 3:30 on Sundays. What sort f a laundromat is this, I ask you?;-) Mppftr. So I had to drive accross town again to that same old place I so hate since they are building a highway through town -sic- which makes it so you have new and dangerous detours each time, with no signs warning you that a 3 inch concrete curb is added right accross a streewt that had nne the week before….Twow eeks ago I had almost ran into a concrete wall, the sort of half walls they can move around and boy, do they ever… > From oen week to the next, the detours never are on the same streets, never the same concrete curbs or blocks, never the same street excavated with a "cliff" in the middle of the streets where no lights exist anmore…nd where daylight by seven P.M. makes it already tood ark to risk driving and klling yourself for silly laundry day. Anyway. Steaming up, about 120 degree it fels like still after the 140 it felt like in there. Clothes are still quite damp, but I could not take the sauna anymore, Drippign wet. Shower tiem to steam some more;-)., so that mayeb afterwards it feels like the air ould be cooler…. Fleh. I have better memories of laundromat days when six and when my parents had just bought the land before they made it a zoo, wehre ther was no running water nor power in the old house, and where we had to go do the laundry then each weekend. Mom woudl always take me with ehr as I was quiet (imagine that!:)) and a good helper to do errnds and get change…But I loved the chocolate bars she woudl then buy me:), hch made it worth the day:). Still my favorite chocolate bars to this day, te only oens I like n fact: Coffee Crisp. A friend from the UK who vgisited here a few eyars back loved those so much that when he came to visit again, he had orders from his family, kids and wife, to bring them back each a box of those bars:):). I was glad I was not the only oen to like them:). Apparently the donlt have them in Europe cause of the coffee contents, as much as it is just coffee flavour. Some law they hae in the UK and elsewhere I guess. Anyway. Time o cool down and try and relax and stop freaking out about tryign to figure wht my paucheck will be to try and fit in the late rent already signed (check) and the bills and all…. Kiddo will be in town this month, soon, as he has two plays at the same time in the area. So rehearsals and shows in two places, here he will be here until last days of October. My place is awful for buses though, and he rpefers to rent a room closer to tdowntown and the theaters cause fo tha. Can’t blame him, bus lines ar really the pits here. But at least I will see his face some hour or other, at home or at a show if time does not allow him a trip home for Thanksgiving (Monday after the 8th of October, always). Sop much work to do, and I seem to necver achieve much at all…Spent the day working cleaning in the j9tchen eyesterdqay, coud do the dishes, one of the counters, part of oven/microwave and the likes, but still a whole lotta stuff, too much, to be done….Aergh. The pace yet si the woprse pig sty (sp?) n one ever saw (not even you, Ollie;-), which says it all, cause Ollie once saw the kitchen in the most disastrous state:)). Hyper form he hyperthermia strggle with Graves and sensitivity to heat, and with the darn laundromat temperature:(.. Better go cool down in the shower to give the body a chance. Then tv to try and relax. After the body heas up this way, it can take me a good six hours to feel it slw down…No sleep then until that time…. Anyway. Thanks for the hug, and donlt be too melachlic about fall. Each season ahs its nice warm memories, regardless of the weather;-. WEnjoy this time with your growing kids… It really changes very fast after they leave home:), life imposing its pace and rythm on them too… Take care, C > > —
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -sumire wrote: > Yes, the cold half of the year has begun. > Time of cosy cuddling in front of fireplaces > or on sofas under reading lamps > Time of annual family rituals and customs > ahead. This is something international and cross-cultural, isn’t it? > What you remember from your childhood and younger years also meets some of > my earlier memories, > just that I feel mine are much more hidden beyond > the mists of time …….. > Now the next generation after mine is growing out of the house and I feel > a bit sad that those > days have gone twice. > Is it time to look forward to the next generation > of children to come? Are we growing old? > And nostalgic? It is autumn, leaves falling, > and thoughts like those go with the season. > Take a big and friendly hug, my friend, > that you never feel cold > Sumi
christmas, i wont say i hate it. but it’s no longer a good time of the year for me. we never decorated the house for xmas till my sister’s birthday, around the 20th of dec. the town where we lived had alot of ukrainians, so we left our tree etc up till after ukrainians new year (around the first part of january.) when santa pays a visit to your local shopping center so kids can have pics taken with him, wave to santa and watch some of the looks you get some looks……does know that guy? he knows there no such thing as santa right? until someone "can" prove there is no santa, a part of me will always belive just like heaven and hell, thats actually something different. no matter what is said, i will always belive theres a heaven and hell. if i gave up beliving there is a heaven, where would my mom and dad be? got side tracked, sorry chloe.and hello sumire even here, stores start decorating and selling christmas even before halloween i’m expecting santa to show up at the door some halloween night …..Ho Ho Ho, Trick or Treat :p {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Chloe & Sumire}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} ghost — Ghost My World http://members.shaw.ca/night-rider/main.html Weekly Walrus http://weeklywalrus.com/ #1 Webbrowser, http://www.mozilla.org/
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Yes, the cold half of the year has begun. Time of cosy cuddling in front of fireplaces or on sofas under reading lamps Time of annual family rituals and customs ahead. This is something international and cross-cultural, isn’t it? What you remember from your childhood and younger years also meets some of my earlier memories, just that I feel mine are much more hidden beyond the mists of time …….. Now the next generation after mine is growing out of the house and I feel a bit sad that those days have gone twice. Is it time to look forward to the next generation of children to come? Are we growing old? And nostalgic? It is autumn, leaves falling, and thoughts like those go with the season. Take a big and friendly hug, my friend, that you never feel cold Sumi
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October and cold weather slowly setting in…. Next weekend is a long weekend, our Thanksgiving weekend, where peole will get their yards prepapred for winter, and wash their windows a last time outdoors before the cold sets in. Some will even set the XMas light next weekend, to avoid doing so in the cold Deember days. More and more poeple are formed by commecal ways rather than family tradition, where they now compete to have their XMas decoratiosn on befoer all stores or at the same date as all stores do… Here in Quebec, the traditionw as to never have that done before December 8, Immaculate Conception Day, as it otherise was somewhat amoral to celebrate the birth of Christ before he was conceived;-). Fast pregnancy that is, between December 8th and 25, but so it went:), under th scrupulous atch of the Catholic Church centuries ago and up to the 40s. Catholic Chutrch took a dive here, if a gradual one, after WW11, it seems. By the 60s, it was only a ruin of a presence, kids going to church until puberty and then skipping mass save for Easter, and later, skpping Easter Time too, for a good 80-90% of the population anyway. But as October starts, as the weather cools off, thoughts of hibernation and gettign ready for the cold months are one veryone’s mind. I rememebr days when we woudl put carpets all over all floors, would change sheers for heavy drapes in all rooms, so as to keep the cold out and zaway from our body and feet. Days of packing sumemr clothes and unpacking fall and winter clothes…Of passing down to the younger -or smaller kid- of the fmily what did not fit us anymore from the year before. I remember the smell of waxed floors, resal paste wax that needed spread then thinned and buffed then polished, where machines were sold to do all three operations…I rememebr being 5 and sitting on the polisher as mom woudl sweep it left and right on the floor: she foudn that ahving my weight on it made the polisher do a better and faster job:). I rememebr the odor of spice cake baking, and of ginger cookies, days of mid automn. I remember the preperatiosn for halloween, the dreaming about what we’d disguise as this year, where nothign was ever sold prepackaged in stores and where nothign wod be bought at all: you;d make do with what you had gthered in the eyar of old clothes from grat ncle X and great aunt Y or from baby A or teen rocker B…. But no matter what you;d be wearing, the fun and excitement of being in the streets up to nine P.M. going door to door, asking for candies….Neat time, gone forever by now, where not one kid rang on a door on this street in maybe 5 years now, all celebrating "asafely in a friend’s home" where a party is thrown…. You know you are aging when your memories are nicer than the day that takes place, more filled with nice comfy safe scents of bakery and wax and daddy’s clothes from th dry cleaner’s in that cellophane wrap…. It usually starts by finding an old match book from a place that closed down where yo spent so many evenings…Smiling at it and thinking of what it became after, same sort of thing with anothe name…. Then you walk by it a few years later, and the place is completely other, so different that you walked passed it looing for it, not reognizing a thing…. And then you hear yourself tell aomeoen else "Do you remember how it was years ago? A terrace, all glass, giving on the sidewalk, with a disco inside, and a cafe area over there? Do you remember hwo there used to be traffic and life all week long on this street? Remember when downtown was *really* downtown? Odd, this highway they are building that crosses the residential areas. Wel, they used to be residential areas. Only the richer oens would live here…Across the street, where we now have those renovated builodings…Remember how it used to be a shack made of wood? And all grey on that street? There was a train statuion just there, and that made it so no one would build homes around. It was abandoned fields and soot, all brick walls even up to the Main stereet were blackened by soot…Remember now? You had forgotten about it all? Hehhehehe…Watch it! Alzeimers…..;-). Threy had kept thatcorner in a filed, too, always calling it a park, if they never have done a thing with it at all for the poor, and always left it as an abandoned field where no mom woud elt any kid go, due to the traffic nearby and the nigborhood itself ending there… Kids predators loved that abandoned field. Re,member, they had found a lil boy of seven by a rock, murdered, on the promenade a few streets down? Poor kid… And then you see the other pson blink and realize somehow that the blinking means "I can not be THAT old…" and you twitch, thinking that ooops. You are making them feel old…. It takes a few more years before you realize that you aged just the exact same as they did, in the exact same amount of years:). And by an early October day, woudl you bake gingerbread men and spices cake, and dream of paste waxing a floor -if there was even one that you coudl use that stuff on left in the hosue you live in:)- people woudl think og you like they oudl of a "nice *granny*", baking goodies and being a good old granny for not being up with her times…. And so, you turn on the radio and play some whatever-they-are-playing-today music, and live a time warp: a remake of a tune of the 70s or he 80s, where you remember the original was much better, had way mor creativity to it, where peole "knew then what beat was", where voices were not learnt not enhanced, but were soemthign you were either born with or not, where everyoen had their value for each being born with this or hat particular thing that coudl suffice to make yo a valued human being, even if whatever it was that was your goft from birth no one knew of yet. They just knew it was there, since we ll had smethign to offer others by birth. Be it humour, which now is taught in Academies (academy of humour….How odd tht sounds to me…), in theater or acting schools, in singing lessons, in piano lessons vs picking it up by ear and by baithign in it in fmilies where poepe had a good ear for music and learned on their own given that they coudl identify what gft they were born with to make some moments nicer in other poeple’s life…Some’s talent was gingerbreads or sowing, some were good with woodworking, some had this knack that older oens woudl spot to teach or be a hairdresser or whatever else a family saw in a kid’s ways and likes and dislikes…And the ahirdresser was as valuable as the musician as the poet as the mechanics, because oall of it was acquired by birth and family, simply. Astronauts had to be some poor orphans competing ith the oprohans of Russia, and brought up by some gvernment for having no talent whatsoever anyone ever coudl see nor spot nor id for them, where they then elarned to be civil servants or astronauts, same difference. A job just like any other, save they could not have the "knck" of anything, where training them o be sociable beings was a chore. They coudl not tie their shoes on their own uness someone took 30 minuts to teach them that simple thing we all learned from seing it done, simply:):). When I was a kid, we felt compassion and sadness for poor astronauts. Poour lonely souls sen at he risk of their life to do hings no one else could relate to, things no oen saw any use for:), while at least the butcher had a real lfe and function and still could teach his kids them grammar rules as they helped them with homeworks. Beds were always just soft like they should. Pillows were never anythign else than duvet. Who i their right mind woudl ever sleep on rolled cotton when they could have duvet? We all were the lil bear and goldie Locks at the same time…. And every trycicle on earth seem,ed to come in only one color: red! Oh, with white rubber handles and a white rubber ruibbed piece of carpet glued to the red stepping plate at the back, so daddy or mommy coudl ride along;-). And on Sundays, after mass, daddies woud teach their son to throw a baseball, while lil girls after removing their sunday mass dress would try on a new dress mom just made for them that week…Or shorts or pants, whatever, deenbding on the season and on mom’s mood, and how much cooking she had to do that week….. Quand au hasard des jours Je m’en vais faire un tour A mon ancienne adresse Je ne reconnais plus Ni les toits ni les rues Qui ont vu ma jeunesse (…) Dans son nouveau decor Ma ville a l’air triste Et les lilacs sont morts…. Aznavour, _La Boheme_ C —
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