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Your reflection gives food for thought; I really enjoy your posts. In my part of the world-- north India has the coldest winters, but even in Delhi [where I live] it is nothing compared to what you experience.....one has to go to the hills in winter to see snow! Thanks for stopping by; since you love tea, hope you try the "healthy options" I mentioned today!! Have a great weekend. Nita.
posted by
Nita09
on December 11, 2008 at 7:40 AM
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I remember the winter of 62-63, when my driving test was booked for New Year's Day but had to be postponed until the end of March when there was a brief let-up in the snow. Everyone harked back then to 1947, but I don't think it's ever been as bad since. Or as good, depending on your point of view (I love snow!)
posted by
Rockingrector_retd
on December 11, 2008 at 6:46 AM
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I like winter .. ..t's so pleasant in this part of the world where I live.
posted by
afzal50
on December 11, 2008 at 3:10 AM
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malcolm
Winters seem as bad to me now as they did in '47 my friend.
This is looking across at my neighbours house today just to give you an idea of what it's like here. Cheers
posted by
WileyJohn
on December 10, 2008 at 10:02 PM
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I think perhaps in 47 they were still struggling with rations and
and trying to come to terms with a world changed forever. I was 2 so I can't really say.
posted by
Kabu
on December 10, 2008 at 8:44 PM
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I can relate to the memories of the seasons
we had more snow here when I was a child. We really haven't had really cold winter in a while. In the past it seemed that we were on a seven year cycle but now there is no predicting. Today was 60 degrees and tomorrow will be in the 40's and the next day snow.
posted by
skye08
on December 10, 2008 at 8:24 PM
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I am like Troosha
I grew up with very distinct seasons on the Island of Hokkaido. You've got me reminiscing about those good 'ol days in the deep deep snow. But going back now, even if possible, would be disappointing I'm sure because so much of it is glossed over, as you said.
posted by
KaBooM62
on December 10, 2008 at 6:52 PM
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Malcolm, we are in the same decade today! I just wrote a poem reflecting the changing times and I selected 1942. Great minds.... lol sam
posted by
sam444
on December 10, 2008 at 1:34 PM
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Malcolm
I haven’t “read” in a couple of days so just dropped by to see what’s up. I used to live in the East of Canada (where season are distinct) and there are days when I miss those snow storms and the memories of bundling up with child-like innocence to go roll around in it. Yes, our parents probably have very different memories of the changing seasons and the generation before them. I wonder what it will all be like 10-15 years from now…..
posted by
Troosha
on December 10, 2008 at 8:06 AM
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Our memories are so suspect
and yet they form the basis for so many of our attitudes. Interesting line of thought
posted by
lionreign
on December 10, 2008 at 7:38 AM
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Malcom, You have made me pause and think.. Is my memory of something fact or imaginings drawn from pieces of experience. Oh and believe it or not.. I had to look up Cliff Richards..LOL
~Peace, OTA
posted by
Blue_feathers
on December 10, 2008 at 6:38 AM
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This was one of my greatest pleasures Malcolm
having parents/grandparents tell you stories of their youth is so educational and interesting; though provoking piece my friend; many blessings and thanks
posted by
mariaki
on December 10, 2008 at 5:59 AM
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