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My English father had a wide range of proverbs and sayings with which he sprinkled his conversations and instructions to us. Many of them were widely known, everyday ones like make hay while the sun shines, and his more frequent expect not, and thou shalt not be disappointed. Some were less known, and some were entirely his own invention. Whenever he said What’s so special about the Queen, she has to poo the same as the rest of us, he could depend, to his great satisfaction, on getting the... Read More
Times Change ©Dianna Doles Petry I had a conversation with a teenager today. He was not my own child, in fact, I had never seen the young man before. I'm not even sure how the conversation got started but he was very receptive to my friendly smile and he needed someone to listen to him vent about his boredom. Several times during our conversation he stated, "This place sucks, it never changes." Ah, but it has changed, I just didn't think I would... Read More
I was sitting in the dining room this morning looking out at the pasture. Cows were lying down chewing their cud. I will not explain that it would take too long but probably some of you understand what I am talking about. Anyway my mind was transported back to a time when I was young and innocent. (WELL I WAS!!) Brendas Daddy had an old Jersey milk cow that we called PET. She was the most cantankerous thing I have ever seen. Like an old balking mule with a bur in its backside. There was a ga... Read More
And what did you do yesterday, Madam, apart from nothing? was the greeting I got at the Plastics Factory where I had reluctantly taken a totally uncongenial job in order to keep food on the table. Being between husbands, and with four kids to provide for, any job was better than no job. The Plastics Factory was mainly manned by Maori women, and the above question was directed at me by Rita, the Maori forewoman. She was a brisk, capable lady with a whopping chip on her shoulder, and openly decl... Read More
Castles are such romantic buildings. All those rooms! All those turrets! And stairs! They must have miles and miles of stairs, and I just love climbing stairs! I want a castle. Not just to live in one, I want to own it! Imagine having to find your way around in your own home! And it might have a Priest’s Hole! Oh, the possibilities are endless! Yep, I want a castle! Grey stone with towers, turrets, spires, the lot. All mine! Such was the imagination of 8-year-old Barbie who gave no considera... Read More
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