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Hi Frances, I could identify
Posted on Tue, 27 May 2025
Hi Frances, I could identify with this poem. Lost so many friends and family since 2000. It makes you realize how much care you should put into the people that are still around to love and share time with.
capturing memories in a poem is significant. Although I have bad memories, when as a tot mum called the Police thinking I'd escaped from the garden, when really I was in the gooseberry bush eating too many and making myself...
This was one Imaginative, spooky story Jess. I can just imagine Clara's horror at her mother's strange attitude towards the garden and its unseasonale weather...certainly gave me the shivers.
You know I based that part of the story on the Bristol City Centre, near the Llandoger Trow pub and The Hole In The Wall, two pubs I used to drink in a lot during the 1970s. I know The Llandoger was frequented by Black Beard the Pirate. I can...
It breaks my heart when I hear of situations like this. That poor mother must be so scared, and the girl terrified of the future. So sorry for them both. I hope they will both be reunited soon and the mother doesn't have another stroke.
Your memory brought back my own. We were living in a condemned cottage that was to be pulled down in about 62 or 63, but my dad managed to get a better paid job, with enough money for a morgage, otherwise we'd have been moved in to a flat too....
An astute poem, that's very relevant at the moment, if we don't want a water shortage this summer. Perhaps we should all do a rain dance in our gardens.
You brought back my own recollections with your recalling the hall. We did country dancing too, though I hated P. E. as we called it back in the 1960s, and could never climb the ropes. I do remember assembly and Mr Jones our music teacher playing...
Hi Frances, I could identify
Posted on Tue, 27 May 2025
Hi Frances, I could identify with this poem. Lost so many friends and family since 2000. It makes you realize how much care you should put into the people that are still around to love and share time with.
Thank you for this perfect poem...
Read full commentPosted in Never
Hi Rhiannon,
Posted on Wed, 28 May 2025
Hi Rhiannon,
capturing memories in a poem is significant. Although I have bad memories, when as a tot mum called the Police thinking I'd escaped from the garden, when really I was in the gooseberry bush eating too many and making myself...
Read full commentPosted in Tasty Harvest
This was one Imaginative,
Posted on Tue, 27 May 2025
This was one Imaginative, spooky story Jess. I can just imagine Clara's horror at her mother's strange attitude towards the garden and its unseasonale weather...certainly gave me the shivers.
Enjoyed as always.
Jenny.
Posted in Out of Season
You know I based that part of
Posted on Thu, 22 May 2025
You know I based that part of the story on the Bristol City Centre, near the Llandoger Trow pub and The Hole In The Wall, two pubs I used to drink in a lot during the 1970s. I know The Llandoger was frequented by Black Beard the Pirate. I can...
Read full commentPosted in A Victorian Lady's Memoirs Part Two
I just love your stories Jess
Posted on Mon, 26 May 2025
I just love your stories Jess. This was another irresistible read, I just couldn't ignore while having a break from cleaning.
Thank you so much for sharing.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in The Last Customer
It breaks my heart when I
Posted on Sun, 25 May 2025
It breaks my heart when I hear of situations like this. That poor mother must be so scared, and the girl terrified of the future. So sorry for them both. I hope they will both be reunited soon and the mother doesn't have another stroke.
I'...
Read full commentPosted in In The Twinkling Of An Eye.
Hi Jess,
Posted on Sat, 24 May 2025
Hi Jess,
a developing chain of haunting events that lead to strange happenings.
This is my kind of story and the ending was brilliant.
Congrats on the well deserved gold cherries.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in The Museum
Your memory brought back my
Posted on Fri, 23 May 2025
Your memory brought back my own. We were living in a condemned cottage that was to be pulled down in about 62 or 63, but my dad managed to get a better paid job, with enough money for a morgage, otherwise we'd have been moved in to a flat too....
Read full commentPosted in 10 Life Lessons. Number 8.
An astute poem, that's very
Posted on Fri, 23 May 2025
An astute poem, that's very relevant at the moment, if we don't want a water shortage this summer. Perhaps we should all do a rain dance in our gardens.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Dry Season
You brought back my own
Posted on Wed, 21 May 2025
You brought back my own recollections with your recalling the hall. We did country dancing too, though I hated P. E. as we called it back in the 1960s, and could never climb the ropes. I do remember assembly and Mr Jones our music teacher playing...
Read full commentPosted in 10 Life Lessons. Number 6.
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