tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785207417164829425.post4028539396508677994..comments2024-03-19T02:34:30.151-04:00Comments on The Blue Remembered Hills™: PinkBluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07652670896513329236noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785207417164829425.post-72803450630689221272010-06-08T11:15:19.961-04:002010-06-08T11:15:19.961-04:00I will always remember the home we owned on East V...I will always remember the home we owned on East Victory Drive in Savannah. As a child I was fascinated to peer inside a little room on the backside of the carriage house. It had a different kind of facility we were told explicitly NEVER to use, nor did we ever.TSL https://www.blogger.com/profile/07497254205408895928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785207417164829425.post-3973464251934836452010-05-31T13:57:49.945-04:002010-05-31T13:57:49.945-04:00This was a wonderful evocation of oop north. I co...This was a wonderful evocation of oop north. I could hear the Dvorak in the background. But yours wasn't clichéd; it was authentic, it was touching. Something a touch contrived about the blue bathroom n'est ce pas? But editorially satisfying.Rose C'est La Viehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17193872186283731567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785207417164829425.post-79569122952519659442010-05-29T15:21:15.966-04:002010-05-29T15:21:15.966-04:00Neither of my Southern grandparents' homes had...Neither of my Southern grandparents' homes had indoor toilets and that was the case into the 1970s. Until satellite television was widely available, traces of Middle English was still common in speech.JohnTnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785207417164829425.post-49394808388235746112010-05-27T22:34:13.542-04:002010-05-27T22:34:13.542-04:00I love this bath, it is heavenly, and so unique!!
...I love this bath, it is heavenly, and so unique!!<br /><br />Karena<br />Art by KarenaKarenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05206642885608991170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785207417164829425.post-69731101645188900142010-05-27T17:03:33.023-04:002010-05-27T17:03:33.023-04:00Really Blue, you come from a very special part of ...Really Blue, you come from a very special part of the world...those little towns with stalwart Mums and hardworking Dads. Those little towns with their memorials because they lost so many sons and the population that still pins a poppy to a lapel or jumper. The life isn't easy, but you wrote with affection.<br /><br />Heaven in a bathroom! Such a room needs another name!smilla4blogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17516736514127098070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785207417164829425.post-66113789105561515642010-05-27T02:14:12.875-04:002010-05-27T02:14:12.875-04:00dear home before dark, thank you. I remember my fi...dear home before dark, thank you. I remember my first English Lit teacher in secondary school reading Pride and Prejudice to the class - those were the days when going around the classroom we all read a paragraph or two - and it was her rendition that brought the book alive to me. All I can remember of her, physically speaking, is that she had heart-shaped lipstick that ignored the lines of her mouth. But she could dramatize,she had intonations the likes of which I'd only ever heard on the wireless as we called it, she made Elizabeth Bennett come alive, as she did Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and she made a working class kid, see that there was a whole new world of literature just for him. After Jane Austen we began on Mrs Gaskell and Cranford remains one of my favourite books. Perhaps had she tackled Thomas Hardy I might not have found his books so dreary - as I still do. <br /><br />Terry, I hadn't, oddly enough, planned to use it and I can't think why. I'd scanned the photos as part of the post of the library in that house and yesterday was desperate for something to post about. I'd tried to write something about it a few days ago but only yesterday did that room take on meaning.Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07652670896513329236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785207417164829425.post-30760537444777525902010-05-26T21:51:16.443-04:002010-05-26T21:51:16.443-04:00How long have you keept that blue Gothic bathroom ...How long have you keept that blue Gothic bathroom up your sleeve? If I stood at the sink and turned about, there is just no telling. I didn't wake up this morning expecting to fall for a sink. I'd probably get a lot of reading done in there.Terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14154846109609330503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8785207417164829425.post-13659893288324145602010-05-26T14:50:05.196-04:002010-05-26T14:50:05.196-04:00I came up to my office to check on the weather for...I came up to my office to check on the weather forecast and here I am on Blue Street loving your sloping memory, and a few details of your youth and how books came to be a passion all muddled up in your delightful prose. Instead of reading books to me, my father read me newspapers. The editorials were a particular interest. My father had a beautiful voice, a great sense of inflection and more than a healthy dose of good humor. Our local paper (which is where I started my writing career) was a weekly. He liked to read this late at night with a bowl of cornflakes. Said it was the best sleep of the week because he could "go to bed with nothing on his stomach and nothing on his mind." While I know you might have wished for a childhood of books, think in your book-lined room, what a passion for reading your childhood has created. With great affection, your loyal reader, HBD.home before darkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13272062955786414729noreply@blogger.com