tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723919029681539661.post151278542067482464..comments2024-01-30T14:26:38.905+00:00Comments on As I was saying to my friend the other day.....: Sweet Dream BabyMarginaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01175372147298306908noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723919029681539661.post-81718128650141731902010-11-13T13:53:15.153+00:002010-11-13T13:53:15.153+00:00Dear Selina, thank your for the kind words.
I o...Dear Selina, thank your for the kind words. <br /><br />I often think about that little village in Somerset. Last year I contacted the parish church there and was told that my cousin Roy still farms in the area. I ought to check the church records because my cousin Joy was married at the local church.<br /><br />Amazingly, when I was living in Homerton, Hackney one of our neighbours moved: to the old vicarage in Wellow!!Marginaliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01175372147298306908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723919029681539661.post-2741564781944511462010-11-13T05:33:08.188+00:002010-11-13T05:33:08.188+00:00Oh Barry, what a lovely post but one that took me ...Oh Barry, what a lovely post but one that took me through so many emotions. Your days on the farm sound idyllic but everything from back then in childhood years is like watching a beautiful film - even those pea-soup fogs which gave my Dad permanent bronchitis after he got lost in one for hours when he was young. <br />But the end of your post is so sad - I'm sorry about your Uncle CharlieSelina Kingstonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01515746813047397411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723919029681539661.post-53240066012509652822010-11-12T20:10:52.604+00:002010-11-12T20:10:52.604+00:00I too went out with a girl with orange legs. It wa...I too went out with a girl with orange legs. It was the sun tan lotion she used.Marginaliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01175372147298306908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6723919029681539661.post-90843284361873973452010-11-12T01:34:02.457+00:002010-11-12T01:34:02.457+00:00Sometimes I feel like my past is so remote it'...Sometimes I feel like my past is so remote it's not really me or mine at all - it could have been a story I was programmed with before I came out of the cloning-vat like in some dystopian sci-fi. I was living in the country around that age too, and also had a crush on a lovely country girl. She said her legs turn orange in the cold, and showed me. They really did. But I remember my amazement more than the sight itself. And the feelings of the interaction.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com