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Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
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I think HI,you will find many of us require something stronger to keep us well preserved (formaldehyde anyone? :P)... SO the young bloods are spying on the fogies? I guess we have to forgive this breach of etiquette ... such a helpful boy
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I do think it's charming and delightful to have a visit from a young 'un... so long as they are respectful and well-behaved. **hefts cane**
Come again and visit us, H_I, now there's a dear. Such a nice boy.
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A Mere Boggart
Join Date: Mar 2004
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*Parks 70's vintage chopper bike and shuffles in*
Mark - what a splendid photo! You know, that very 'look' is fashionable again right now - and those boots are marvellous, I've a pair rather like that, but in black and the lacing is fake. I shall have to find a photo of myself from 1976, and then you will see a real-life hobbit child.
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Pilgrim Soul
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Oooh I wasn't allowed a chopper ... only a hand-me-down "sit up and beg".... Hmm the summer of '76 is about as far back as I can remember clearly, "the great drought" and saving water. I remember having a huge sunhat so I guess I looked like a mushroom, a mushroom who was waiting for front teeth
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The advantage of having big brothers was that you got all their cool things once they had finished with them.
But then my mum used to ban me from going out of the garden with it. Yes, *reminisces* the summer of '76. We went to Scarborough and the car overheated in Malton; I remember my dad stomping around with an angry red face, looking for water while we all screamed because our legs were sticking to the vinyl seats in his Vauxhall Viva. Then we got to Scarborough where I was sick on another girl in Peasholme Park. I had a strange hat too - with a knitted flower on the front, with a huge eye-like button in the middle. Around this time we learned about greek myths at primary school and I soon acquired the nickname 'cyclops', which I happily added to the others, including 'duracell'. Happy days.
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Elder sister (torturer), Yellow Renault, vinyl upholstery (of course) but very practical for all those hours spent outside pubs with only a glass of lemonade and a shared packet of crisps for amusement......
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I think my parents thanked the lord for the invention of the table-top space invader machine. It stopped them from having to troop into the 'family room' every five minutes because a fight had broken out between us and some kids from Stoke-on-Trent over a heated game of pop-o-matic frustration. Then we all got old and they lost two of us to Tolkien for several years.
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Well, if we're going to really reminisce...
My niehgborhood was built in an ancient apple orchard. A few of the trees were still standing when I was ten. But the nearest candy store was in the next town. To get there, my friend B. and I used to cut through the woods to the golf course and then take a back road from there. But cutting though the woods was delightful, because we walked on what we called "The Hobbit Trail". It began at the stone wall two yards back of my house, and cut through many acres of private woods (naughty us!) til it came to a ridge. (It seemed a great big ridge to us, who were small hobbits after all.) Beyond the ridge and past a hollow lay the vast rolling Downs of 'Maynard Country Club'. I now understand the true nature of the Greens-Wight, who vented his wrath on small children that put footprints in his greens and sand-traps. Far beyond the Golf-Downs rose the buildings of men. In those days Sharkey's Mill Buildings were inhabited by Digital Systems (before they made it big). We hunted through several candy-counters to find what we sought. It was always a relief to be safely on this side of the Golf-Downs and once again travelling the Hobbit-Trail back home. The Hobbit was read to my class in fourth grade. Let's see, that would have been 1968 or 69 or so?... Because by 1972, I had braved The Paper Store fantasy section (Main Street) and had purchased a Red-Heraldry-Box Ballantine paperback set of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. I remember when the Gold-box set came out a few years later I wanted one of those too. And the Red Leather edition was a faroff dream... Realised at last.
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