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Post by tzarine on Mar 30, 2017 4:22:21 GMT 2
coco was visiting new york & we went up into the glass walkways of grand central which is now closed - thanks post 9/11
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Post by tzarine on Apr 5, 2017 3:20:10 GMT 2
interviewing a hk director at the penninsula new york & ordering all sorts of room service
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Post by Netsuke on Apr 19, 2017 4:12:56 GMT 2
my dad taking me to home diner, him getting the daily special, me having the mashed potatoes & a cup of soup. Down at Sorrento for our summer holidays, Dad and I were in one of those little wooden pedal boats that hold two people and you both pedal to keep the boat bobbing along in the water. This day, the going was really hard and it was taking so much work to keep the boat moving. When I told Dad this he smiled and said that's because he wasn't doing any of the pedalling! Then he laughed. It's funny isn't it how these memories re-surface in later life, especially after the person has died.
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Post by pepecura on Apr 25, 2017 0:51:24 GMT 2
I was living far from home in my grandparents when 12, about 1200 km away for a study. Spending my free time in the village on the mountains in the weekends with them, used to travel to my uncle's for the school Days where was much closer to my school building. One day I poop in my pants huge.
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Post by auntieannie on Apr 25, 2017 14:07:45 GMT 2
haha, zibi!
I remember wanting to shout "monster poo" one day, but realising I wasn't 4 anymore and that was not acceptable behaviour. booohoohoo!
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Post by pepecura on Apr 25, 2017 20:38:19 GMT 2
I will tell you the details once we meet... and will expect the same.
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Post by tzarine on Apr 26, 2017 7:51:49 GMT 2
when i was about 5, my family went to the zoo a deer escaped. it was wounded & had a flap of skin loose. i remember the skin flapping as it ran up a hill
when i was little, there was a fire across the street & the house burned down
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Post by rikita on Apr 26, 2017 9:19:55 GMT 2
read in an old journal yesterday and came across a part where i fell during lead climbing a route at a nearby outdoor climbing wall, fell just above the first quickdraw and got caught in the rope and got some bad rope burn on my legs ... apparantly i was worried then whether my tetanus shots are up to date (they were, then at least), which is kind of ironic to read about just now, as i never thought about them again and now it seems they aren't up to date ...
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Post by tzarine on Apr 29, 2017 3:03:03 GMT 2
a strange flight en route to rio, i fell asleep on the young fellow, who let me sleep on him all night in the morning: me: how romantic, walking to the sunrise him: dont talk to your father that way
we're still in touch
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Post by rikita on May 8, 2017 13:54:40 GMT 2
just suddenly thought of these two days:
after traveling in spain for a month i had to return home as my money had run out (at the time, i couldn't overdraft my atm card and i didn't have a credit card, so pre-booking wasn't possible) so i bought a ticket to paris, planning to spend a couple of hours there and then take a bus home. except the bus for that evening was booked out, so i had to buy a ticket for the next day, and then find a hostel. after the cost of the hostel and two metro tickets i had nothing left at all, so my dinner was some bread someone in the hostel kitchen gave me (someone else later asked if anyone wants to finish her pasta, as she was full, and while i wanted to wait a polite second before screaming "here", someone else was faster), and my entertainment was walking around a nearby park. well and flirting with a guy in the hostel, who unfortunately had no money either, so he couldn't invite me for dinner or anything ...
next day i packed my things and spent some time sitting in the hostel lobby reading and chatting to someone else who was sitting there, before getting ready to walk to the station. i estimated it would be about an hour's walk, and i timed it so i'd be at the bus stop an hour early, as they recommended on my ticket. told the guy about it, hoping he might offer me a euro for the metro (i like to think i'd have done so if things were reversed) but he didn't. so then i walked ... and i don't know whether i got the time wrong, or whether the walk was that much longer than i thought - but i got there a few minutes before the bus was due to leave - and the guy at the check-in window wanted to just close it and claimed i was too late, and if you aren't there an hour early they can sell your seat again. so i had to argue with him in my very basic french - and in the end it worked, i got to go home ...
thing is - to this day i don't get having to check in an hour early for a bus ride. air planes, sure, there is a lot of security and other things that take time, but with a bus? and if i buy a ticket and don't show up, isn't it my right to have my seat be empty, rather than them re-selling it (without reimbursing me) ... and of course i wonder what i'd have done if they hadn't let me on the bus - with no money, not even enough to call home, and i am not sure my parents even heard of western union or anything similar at the time ...
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Post by Scrubb on May 9, 2017 2:10:10 GMT 2
The lunch at my aunt's funeral today sparked a memory of similar meals at my aunt's house. She always invited our family sometime during the Xmas holidays, and then the adults played cards while the kids hung out downstairs with the older cousins... and then at midnight she'd pull out rolls and pickles and cheese and cold meats and leftovers from the big dinner and we'd eat another meal before heading home.
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Post by tzarine on May 9, 2017 2:53:52 GMT 2
i used to ride a white horse w a big blue stone @ the griffith park carousel the park fell into disrepair for a number of years but when tzarevich was about 7 months, we visited la to see my nephew & the horse had been restored. we rode together.
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Post by tzarine on May 17, 2017 20:07:57 GMT 2
watching martial arts flicks @ the historic kim sing theatre in l.a. chinatown our fam friends owned it & when they went on the rare vacation, my dad would manage it - everything from collecting tix, to checking on the snack bar & projector & greeting filmgoers losangelesrevisited.blogspot.com/2010/09/kim-sing-theater.html
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Post by tzarine on Sept 4, 2017 15:05:19 GMT 2
in surathani, the owner of a cafe i frequented really wanted me to meet his dad. he gave me a ride on his motorcycle to where his dad was & his dad told me a bunch of ww2 stories. he was a cool fellow
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Post by rikita on Sept 5, 2017 1:23:03 GMT 2
having a bath at my maternal grandparents' place - they had to heat a big metal oven in order to get warm water there, and they poured this nice smelling green stuff into the water. when we were done bathing, they'd wrap us into big fluffy white towels and carry us over to the living room, where we were allowed to sit on the green armchairs and watch "wheel of fortune" with them (at home, tv was strictly limited at that age) ... also, while we had to ask for other sweets, there was a crystal bowl with eucalyptus candy, and those we were allowed to eat whenever we wanted ...
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Post by tzarine on Sept 16, 2017 6:53:09 GMT 2
tzarevich discovering the joys of streetfood & nightmarkets
the kind lady @ the bangkok chinatown noodleshop 100 years ago on my very first trip
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Post by kuskiwi on Sept 16, 2017 7:02:38 GMT 2
Sitting at my mothers bedside and telling her she didn't need to fight to stay alive any longer and giving her permission to go if she wanted to.
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Post by Voy on Sept 16, 2017 15:28:21 GMT 2
oh Kuski - I did the same thing..she was in a coma, I told her what a great mother she was and how much I loved her and that she could go now. And she did about an hour later..
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Post by kuskiwi on Sept 16, 2017 20:49:15 GMT 2
It's not easy to do is it, however sometimes it gives them peace to stop fighting which is really only prolonging their pain
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Post by tzarine on Sept 17, 2017 18:47:48 GMT 2
hugs kus & voy
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Post by Netsuke on Sept 17, 2017 22:25:25 GMT 2
Like Kuskiwi and Voy, I satg with dad because I just knew I had to, I had this feeling. One of the nurses said some people won't let go while there is someone with them. I was very tired and could hardly keep my head up. Told the nurse I'd just go upstairs (they have a relative's room with bed etc) and have a little lie down but they were to call me if anything happened or it looked like dad was going.
I fell asleep, next thing I know, someone is trying to rouse me and as from somewhere far away, a voice told me my dad was gone. I was so angry because they didn't come get me.
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Post by auntieannie on Sept 19, 2017 12:49:33 GMT 2
When one of my uncles died in hospital, I stayed with my cousin by his bedside, at her request (she'd already lost her mother and sister).
So it is Friday evening, and we're in hospital - for once, the hospital isn't too full so they have moved the other patient to another room. My uncle's bed had been wheeled to the balcony earlier that day for a cigarette and another relative comes to visit; that relative and I are standing at the bottom of the bed, sharing that we think he's not going to last the weekend. Friday night comes and goes, Saturday, then Sunday. Monday morning, at first light, I tell my uncle, who's been comatose for most of the weekend:"You won, my dear uncle, it's Monday morning, you lasted the weekend. You can go now." The nurses arrive a little later to wash my uncle and refresh the bed, which is my cousin and my cue to leave the room. (like Netsie, we made arrangements should anything happen in our absence) we use the bathroom and start walking along the corridor of the ward towards the cafeteria. This is when one of the nurses comes out of my uncle's room and informs my cousin that her dad has passed. He hadn't wanted her in the room.
Whereas, my grandmother waited for my mom to come back from holidays and arrive in her room at the care home to pass.
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Post by OnlyMark on Sept 19, 2017 15:01:28 GMT 2
My father went into hospital at the end of his life as he was very ill. At the time he was in a care home. Neither me or my brother were in the UK, I was the furthest away and my brother was in Spain. The home rang me as I was the point of contact to say he looked like he was on his last legs. I rang the hospital to say we were both on our way but to tell my father he must hang on until at least one of us was there - even though he was by this time unconscious. I told my brother and he got a flight that day to the UK, I couldn't get there until the next day. I'd like to think he did hang on until my brother was there to be with him for his last few minutes. I have no idea but I'll make sure to ask my father when I see him again.
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Post by auntieannie on Sept 19, 2017 15:56:41 GMT 2
haha, Mark, you are making fun of me. I assure you it is true, though. Because grandma said so before going.
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Post by slowcoach on Sept 19, 2017 17:18:09 GMT 2
Sadly, when my father was dying, we found that we had nothing to say to each other, I think I had seen him just once since he remarried when I was 17/18, after which I was never welcome, not his fault directly, that of his new wife.
I guess I was about 30 when he died, but we had effectively parted company when I was mid-teens, and it had been about ten years without any contact.
I am sure that we both still loved the other very deeply but we had nothing more than that shared between us.
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Post by tzarine on Oct 8, 2017 18:35:38 GMT 2
tzar & i going on the roof, setting off illegal fireworks
going to a matsuri w my mother & father in japantown los angeles, seeing the ladies in kimono
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Post by slowcoach on Oct 18, 2017 5:37:27 GMT 2
That we learned to write using dip pens and ink wells. ARRRRRRGGHHHH!!!!
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Post by tzarine on Oct 18, 2017 19:17:23 GMT 2
the sound of chalk on blackboards
my very elegantly dressed 5th grade teacher, mrs. reba graney who was very old school, insisted on manners & good grammar
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Post by sophie on Oct 19, 2017 4:30:24 GMT 2
Today, while driving through a west coast rain, I was remembering rain in other places, other times.. like during the monsoon season in West Africa, you could hear the rain falling about half an hour away. Or, during the monsoon season in India, how quickly the water in the streets rose up and overwhelmed everything.
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Post by tzarine on Oct 19, 2017 21:50:29 GMT 2
sitting in the hard rock cafe in hongkong drinking free drinks during the typhoon special
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