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Tony
I think we must be around the same age in '73, I still clearly remember I used to quote it often picking it from somewhere without understanding, "At 18 the peaks from where you look down upon the world becomes the very caves where you hide in at 45". Wonderfully done!
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on February 25, 2007 at 6:02 PM
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Tonyzonit...
I was a recent high school graduate about that time and ready to take on the world, but I found moving away from home and paying my own rent and bills, I had little money or time left to enjoy life. My mother hid a little note under my pillow one day, when she visited me at my own apartment, which read, "Darling Daughter, come home and safe the money you are spending on rent for when you get married, someday." At eighteen I moved back home and realized that the outside world wasn't as great as I thought! Hah-Hah. The next time I left home was when I said my "I do's."
I cherish that little note and continue to hold onto it after all these years. You know, there is nothing like a mother's love.
I enjoyed your post, Obviously!!!!!!
posted by
jacentaOld
on February 25, 2007 at 1:49 PM
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Moon, Whinge and Rich, Thanks!
Better hurry up and write tonight's sonnet.
posted by
Antonionioni
on February 25, 2007 at 1:34 PM
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tony
Calais must be a wonderful place to visit.
posted by
richinstore
on February 25, 2007 at 7:17 AM
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It makes me long for summer you know, I'm not a sun person, but
I love the freedom associated with the weather.
It reminds of dusty summers in the council estate of my childhood, and going missing for hours in the adjoining forrestry where the widest tree in Ireland is.
I have to say, in all honesty, those were the happiest, free-est days of my life, but isn't that to be said of a lot of childhoods?
posted by
CringeintheUSA
on February 25, 2007 at 5:38 AM
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Great poem Tonyzonit. Time and the past - very strange creatures. They become more and more perplexing as more of them pass. I was 24 in the Summer of '73, 25 in the Fall. Mostly, I let the past stay there, in the past. I don't really want to recall that much of it. There are memories but, they fade. Some are etched but, as mentioned, I try not to visit them overly much. Neither do I spend much time in the future, if I can help it. As to each, past and future, I give them as little attention as possible. Each are there of course but, I seem to do much better if I just stick to the now. Sometimes when I look in the mirror I wonder who 'Grandpa' is looking back at the 17 yr. old kid inside. MoonSpirit 
posted by
syzygy
on February 25, 2007 at 4:30 AM
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Saul - I know what you mean. I'm pretty much the same.
I only have a few memories from whole swathes of time. Most of it is long gone.
posted by
Antonionioni
on February 25, 2007 at 3:53 AM
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Deepananda - your daughter in Norwich?
I nearly went to university there and would have neded up living there myself, probably, if I had done. Glad that some memories were revived. I bet you were interested in WH Smith's books and mags section - Waterstones as well, of course.
posted by
Antonionioni
on February 25, 2007 at 3:53 AM
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Unfortunately for me, Tonyzonit, most of my life is a retrospective blur.
I have a great memory for trivia and minutiae, but lengthy memories elude me. I think I have Past Life Memory Disorder.
Good poem, my friend...
posted by
saul_relative
on February 24, 2007 at 10:10 PM
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Tony
My daughter lives in Norwich and you poem brings back memories especially lingering around W.H.Smith, Waterstone and now they have Borders in Norwich.
posted by
DEEPANANDA
on February 24, 2007 at 9:33 PM
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Thanks Star and Mike.
Young man, take your hands out of your pockets...!
posted by
Antonionioni
on February 24, 2007 at 5:26 PM
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Special Sonnet, moving pictures, memory's on show, Brian Clough, football well played , and he also entertained the nation. Uniquely stubborn, but I thought he was great, like your sonnet. Tony! Thanks for posting
posted by
lionladroar
on February 24, 2007 at 5:00 PM
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cool as usual....
posted by
star4sky5
on February 24, 2007 at 4:56 PM
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Yeah, it's a hell of a long time ago, I know.
Probably means f. all to the younger contingent, but to them, just think back to when you were ten, whenever that was! I didn't plant a tree myself, Neil, but I remember the phrase!
posted by
Antonionioni
on February 24, 2007 at 4:54 PM
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Great 73 coincidences. I am sure some one is celebrating 73 years on earth
--yet others, 73 years of mariiage (dep symphathies, LOL)
Good One. Did u plant the tree, tough? shalom form neil
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on February 24, 2007 at 3:14 PM
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I wasn't even an itch in my Dad's keks back then.
Arrived in '75, but I can remember stuff from about 2 and a half. Funny that, and I can't remember yesterday.
posted by
CringeintheUSA
on February 24, 2007 at 3:01 PM
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This Makes Me Think Back
Know I can remeber what my life was back in 1973. I really was a special year. Thanks for reminding me.
posted by
taxguy
on February 24, 2007 at 2:55 PM
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Thanks guys.
I admit it is autobiographical in nature. Everyone has their own memories. I just happen to have a few fond memories of that part of my life! As I say, simply inspired by the number of the sonnet.
posted by
Antonionioni
on February 24, 2007 at 2:08 PM
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Tony
this brought back memories of my own 1973.
posted by
Blue_feathers
on February 24, 2007 at 6:23 AM
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tonyzonit
I remember that year well. I thought summmer would never end.
posted by
mneme
on February 24, 2007 at 5:55 AM
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sonnet
OK.some how it didn't drag me to my old days.Perhaps nothing important in my life then?
rithwik.lancs
posted by
rihwik.lancs
on February 24, 2007 at 5:00 AM
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