tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post9173481128863237612..comments2024-03-28T02:06:49.582+00:00Comments on In this life: Hello Auntie MegPam http://www.blogger.com/profile/12641269043817163165noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-17021542453608521562014-04-21T11:27:54.274+01:002014-04-21T11:27:54.274+01:00What a beautiful post Isabelle! I can remember vi...What a beautiful post Isabelle! I can remember visiting several great aunts and my two great grandmothers when I was young -- I loved to just go and sit and listen to all of the adult gossip and catching up of lives. What's this cousin doing now or did you know so-and-so had died? So, I can just imagine what your visits were like. Except for the tongue. Ewww. We were always offered cookies and candies. <br /><br />Sadly, not much visiting happens anymore. Everyone is too busy. Or, if it does, the visits seem to be more centered around the children -- everyone pays attention to them. <br /><br />Your post made me sad too. Sad to think that the memory of a life doesn't last very long after they are gone. ;-( XOThimbleannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03650582809426872051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-63092454391765435462014-04-19T14:46:06.375+01:002014-04-19T14:46:06.375+01:00Oh, I'm sighing over this post, it made me thi...Oh, I'm sighing over this post, it made me think of my own childhood, visiting my parents' friends and sitting quietly, either daydreaming or listening to the adult discussions. And the stained glass peacock...I can't bear to think what may have happened to that by now.<br />Unlike you and your readers though, I always loved tongue in white sauce. Mum used to cook that regularly along with other offal, as it was so much cheaper than lamb, beef or poultry in the fifties, as you would probably remember. I guess we got used to it.<br />So sad to lose that ring...I'm paranoid about my rings, and never take them off unless I give them a careful clean, and they are straight back on the fingers. I would lose them for sure if I took them off to do housework, so I wear protective gloves when cleaning or gardening.Gina E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07532527261977368083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-77922043033538122142014-04-19T12:04:29.051+01:002014-04-19T12:04:29.051+01:00What lovely family memories photographs can evoke....What lovely family memories photographs can evoke. Love the hats! You did bring back some awful memories, though! Cold meat salad with tongue!!!!! Argh!!!The Greenockianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05241154433325603580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-38066452993279323122014-04-19T10:23:17.012+01:002014-04-19T10:23:17.012+01:00You have brought Auntie Meg and Uncle Jim alive ag...You have brought Auntie Meg and Uncle Jim alive again. A lovely memory. It must have been a sad time in the family when your paternal grandfather died so young.<br /><br />Little children are still encouraged to sit quietly at school, for story times, circle times and assemblies, but some are better at it than others!<br /><br />I have not eaten meat for years, although I do cook it for others when needs be.Dartford Warblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04352965211143836326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-47783404951621332812014-04-19T09:15:26.312+01:002014-04-19T09:15:26.312+01:00What a lovely account. Sitting quietly as a child...What a lovely account. Sitting quietly as a child - that's something I remember very well, from visiting relatives and having to attend church three times on a Sunday. I think it does tend to make one more observant, if only through boredom, so I wonder how the constantly 'entertained' young people of today will fare?the veg artisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04029588460808570133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-36856365659085939322014-04-19T05:08:17.191+01:002014-04-19T05:08:17.191+01:00That was lovely P, you painted a very vivid pictur...That was lovely P, you painted a very vivid picture of their lives. Such a shame about the ring. I try and always put rings into a container if I take them off as I had to go through the vacuum cleaner bag to retrieve one on one occasion.<br /> I eat meat, in small amounts for the iron. I hate fat on it and now no longer eat any processed meat. Tongue is awful or was the last time I tried it over 50 years ago. It has I remember, the texture of sandpaper.<br /> Wishing you All a very Happy Easter.Ali Honeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12671890094425941272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-44148278199056458412014-04-19T01:52:29.526+01:002014-04-19T01:52:29.526+01:00What a sweet memory. I have a similar memory, onl...What a sweet memory. I have a similar memory, only in Glasgow, of my paternal grandmother's house, alas no peacocks, but high ceilings and beautiful panelling. Thank goodness no tongue, even though I do eat meat, never that!Gilliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13039155678428883554noreply@blogger.com