hollydolly
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GiGI..at the real risk of sounding horribly patronising...you are one smart cookie.... no getting away from it... you do yourself a disservice...
Think back to when you were 5 years old...
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When I was a small boy life was great. Not much to worry or think about. I never knew life would turn out to be as harsh as it is. I think politics ruined a lot of what’s wrong with our country. I never thought I would see so much hate and greed as I gave these last 20 or so years and again, it has a lot to do with politics.
Growing up, we had no problems in our house. Dad took care of any issue that arose. Mom stayed home and took care of the house and my sister and I when we got home from school. Money wasn’t any issue thanks to our grandfather. He later lived with us snd always told me to someday go to Greece and see where he grew up. He gave me the address and I still have it. I truly loved my grandfather.
If I knew of a country I could go to where there is no problems, no hate, no greed, no catastrophic weather, no volcanoes, no violence and just live and let live, I would be there. I am just totally fed up with the hate and greed.
I think that place is called Utopia or Paradise.
Growing up, we had no problems in our house. Dad took care of any issue that arose. Mom stayed home and took care of the house and my sister and I when we got home from school. Money wasn’t any issue thanks to our grandfather. He later lived with us snd always told me to someday go to Greece and see where he grew up. He gave me the address and I still have it. I truly loved my grandfather.
If I knew of a country I could go to where there is no problems, no hate, no greed, no catastrophic weather, no volcanoes, no violence and just live and let live, I would be there. I am just totally fed up with the hate and greed.
I think that place is called Utopia or Paradise.
Georgiagranny
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How about this one for a bad, bad memory? The summer after we came back Stateside after the war, I got up one morning to find my mother in the kitchen busily packing barrels. I asked where *we* were going. She said she was going back to Hawaii, and I was all excited because I loved living there. She told me that she was taking my older brother, but that I couldn't go because I had to stay behind with my dad, and he'd send me to a convent. I didn't know what a convent was, but I was sure I didn't want to go and was broken hearted that she didn't want me.
She didn't go so I didn't go to a convent.
Thanks for that @hollydolly.
How about this one for a bad, bad memory? The summer after we came back Stateside after the war, I got up one morning to find my mother in the kitchen busily packing barrels. I asked where *we* were going. She said she was going back to Hawaii, and I was all excited because I loved living there. She told me that she was taking my older brother, but that I couldn't go because I had to stay behind with my dad, and he'd send me to a convent. I didn't know what a convent was, but I was sure I didn't want to go and was broken hearted that she didn't want me.
She didn't go so I didn't go to a convent.
I've been thinking about this a lot lately, this thread evoked another memory of that time.I do remember being 5 (1942) and playing on the bombsites of houses that had been blitzed the year before, me and some other kids loved it.
There was a strange smell, I can't describe it, and I know I've never experienced that smell ever again.
I spoke at length to an old mate on the phone last night, and he remembered it too, he called it the smell of death and destruction.... I wouldn't argue with his theory because I just don't know.