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Post by shrjeff on Oct 20, 2017 17:57:09 GMT 2
tzarine remembering her elegantly dressed teacher reminded me of one of my english teachers in high school... miss agajanian... she never wore the same outfit twice...
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Post by auntieannie on Oct 20, 2017 18:04:48 GMT 2
I had rather different teachers than you lot!
I remember a middle-aged accounting teacher. We used to count the number of times she was licking her lipstick /applying more lipstick to make the boring hours bearable.
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Post by tzarine on Oct 20, 2017 20:12:29 GMT 2
all the junior high school boys loved miss kuratani, the maths teacher w her new ucla degree & long hair
she later taught my nephew in another school district
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Post by sophie on Oct 20, 2017 23:47:57 GMT 2
I ran into my junior high home economics teacher at a teacher's conference many years after she had taught me, and once I was a teacher. She stared at me across the room and loudly called my by my maiden name. I was startled.. when someone calls me by my maiden name, I wonder what I was doing and where and with whom (I was not a model teenager!) ...and when I realized who it was, I burst into laughter. The whole room was wondering what was going on.. I guess I was an unforgettable student! Once I (and she) explained what this was all about to the group (maybe 50 other teachers), the entire room erupted with laughter.
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Post by Voy on Oct 21, 2017 0:35:42 GMT 2
teachers ! two memorable ones in succession... 2nd grade was Miss Lily Root. 3rd grade was Miss Tsu - who had recently got out of China. She was super and the most lasting thing she taught us was to use chopsticks ! Umpteen years later in Hong Kong on business, someone asked me who had taught me to use them, saying that whoever it was was very upper class ! Who knew ? the way you use chopsticks is as much a class indicator as knife and fork!
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Post by auntieannie on Oct 21, 2017 14:32:10 GMT 2
home economics? One of our teachers made a really strange salad dressing one day at home economics. we'd been told to bring a plain yoghurt with us. which part of it was to be used to make the salad dressing. That particular teacher brought a strawberry yoghurt. She said that he child had eaten the plain yoghurt so she'd taken whichever remaining yoghurt she'd found in her fridge.
I am much more open to fantasies in cooking these days, but still think that that one was an unhappy accident. She could have done her own salad dressing without yoghurt in and her meal wouldn't have been awful.
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Post by tzarine on Oct 21, 2017 20:15:59 GMT 2
voy - love the miss tsu story
my home ec teacher was mrs wagner, a woman who wore wigs & was nasty. we used to cough or drop our pencils @ predetermined times. she told us "one should break a muffin, never cut it" & other odd food tips
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Post by OnlyMark on Oct 21, 2017 22:14:16 GMT 2
Things for me often used to happen round this time of year. It was about now we left living here - We moved to a house like this, not exactly this one but a few doors down and similar - Again at this time of year I started working here full time - And regularly drove this - I'm glad I've moved on.
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Post by Voy on Oct 22, 2017 0:25:52 GMT 2
us too ^ , but a photo recap of some of the rest of the path would be neat.. copper/hippie-bus-driver... what have we missed?
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Post by Voy on Oct 22, 2017 0:32:57 GMT 2
Tzarine - just another Miss Tsu memory - and to show what a cool teacher she was! the classroom had a bulletin board that stretched the whole length of one wall. When we were studying dinosaurs she had us make a mural that took up the whole thing, of the dinos and the plants and volcanoes etc.. all just using torn construction paper. I wish wish wish we had a picture of it ! we invited our parents and they were blown away by it
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Post by Scrubb on Oct 22, 2017 4:49:18 GMT 2
Oh, that mural story reminded me - in grade 5 or 6 (when we had Mrs. Trischuck who was my all time favourite teacher) we were studying the ocean, and we made an underwater mural that ran the entire length of the classroom. Everyone drew some part of it - 24 words about the ocean were put in a hat and we each drew one, and then had to draw it on the mural.
I remember that we all loved the mural - although the enormous orange octopus that someone drew was kind of distracting. At the end of the year we drew names, and I won it! Of course, it ended up sitting in a box in our basement for years, and then being thrown out...
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Post by Baz Faz on Oct 22, 2017 10:19:13 GMT 2
When I was a boy in Canada we rented a log cabin 100 miles north of Toronto for a couple of months in the summer. My mother and I would stay there, my father, gran and elder brother would come for weekends. My mother had no transport during the week and the nearest shop was at Burnt River, too far away to walk. Come Thursday our food would run short. My mother would tell me to go and catch fish. So I would run off to get some grasshoppers as bait, then row out into the lake and do a spot of fishing. When I had caught enough bass (and something for the cat) I would row back. Would a 9 year old be sent out on his own like that now?
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Post by OnlyMark on Oct 22, 2017 10:36:58 GMT 2
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Post by Voy on Oct 22, 2017 16:07:54 GMT 2
Mark - these are wonderful - Many thanks ! The one of you in the cab is esp good ! and I'm sorry about the hippy-bus crack... but you have to admit, that that was kind of the rep those trips had. ( And I admit I even thought about doing one, and I was never really a hippie at all. )
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Post by auntieannie on Oct 22, 2017 17:49:48 GMT 2
Voy, you're babbling now. ;-)
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Post by OnlyMark on Oct 22, 2017 19:42:54 GMT 2
"The one of you in the cab is esp good !" Iran 1996.
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Post by tzarine on Oct 23, 2017 23:20:42 GMT 2
mark you are rather dashing in some of those photos
tho i like the shaving one. india?
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Post by sophie on Oct 24, 2017 1:19:38 GMT 2
I had such a good time on my encounter overland trip .. maybe I should dig out some of my pics!
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Post by OnlyMark on Oct 24, 2017 8:57:31 GMT 2
Please do!
Tzarine, Pakistan.
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Post by tzarine on Oct 25, 2017 18:58:20 GMT 2
i was getting menhdi on my hands in delhi a lady walked by & asked me how much i paid she yelled @ the boy doing in for overcharging me i actually let him bc i liked the quality of his work
yes, sophie!
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Post by tzarine on Oct 28, 2017 6:52:57 GMT 2
a sadder one:
nil, geo, tzar & i were all dressed up to go to a concert at carnegie hall within 5 years, both nil & geo would die of aids
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Post by auntieannie on Nov 3, 2017 14:13:04 GMT 2
Houses in Switzerland are so much better insulated than in the UK. Especially as I used to live in a Victorian building. I am adjusting to not needing 4 layers (at least one woollen and one fleece) in colder weather. (these were layers to wear INSIDE)
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Post by Baz Faz on Nov 3, 2017 18:43:04 GMT 2
Houses in Switzerland are so much better insulated than in the UK. Especially as I used to live in a Victorian building. I am adjusting to not needing 4 layers (at least one woollen and one fleece) in colder weather. (these were layers to wear INSIDE) I shall be wearing 4 layers on Tuesday when we next work at Dyrham Park. Potential good news is that there will be 2 people on each day. Since there is not enough work for 2 people at once I hope these means the day will be split into 2 shifts. That would be much better though the email I got this morning wasn't clear.
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Post by tzarine on Nov 4, 2017 4:39:59 GMT 2
taking a chemistry class when i was 10 @ the local college i loved burning things the teacher made us kept a log of all our experiments & he would check our books
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Post by Voy on Nov 4, 2017 18:56:22 GMT 2
the thread about insulated houses reminded me of living in Sydney - where the houses were built for the summers ( at least the terraced house we lived in in Paddington ) - it actually had bricks with holes in them down by the floor level - so the winter winds could just blow right on through. We blocked them up, but I learnt to love bedsocks - from the minute I came in the door at night !
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Post by tzarine on Nov 5, 2017 17:09:07 GMT 2
i was about six there were many fire engines late at night we watched a wooden house across the street burn
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Post by rikita on Nov 17, 2017 11:29:52 GMT 2
was at our village church yesterday. there are these little hooks for the coats attached to the seats (at the back of the bench in front of you) - they can be moved side to side, those hooks, and i loved to play with them when i got bored during service, but i wasn't allowed to, as they squeaked ...
also the closed off area around the pulpit, with glass windows - most of the area was used for storage, really, and usually we weren't allowed back there, but during the nativity play and during practice for that, we could wait our turn back there (and change our costumes).
ah, and the first time i was in the nativity play, i was part of the angel choir, and during scene changes, we stepped in front in a long row to sing, so the scene can be changed behind us, and there was this old guy who kept craning his neck to look behind us at how they changed the scene, and i was so annoyed, thinking "hey, it is our turn now, you are supposed to look at us, now".
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Post by auntieannie on Nov 17, 2017 12:37:07 GMT 2
Tzarine's fire memory ignited mine. there was a small building - I don't remember if it was flats or a hotel. It burned bright in the night. It was across the valley from the chalet and I was little.
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Post by Voy on Nov 17, 2017 14:42:52 GMT 2
things in the night... I remember being woken up by fire sirens and church bells and huge amounts of noise - being frightened, I ran into my parent's bedroom ( and it can't have been that late really, as they were still up and dressed ) - and it was when the treaty had been signed to stop the Korean War.
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Post by tzarine on Nov 29, 2017 17:48:16 GMT 2
watching a lunar eclipse @ Kapiolani park w tzar, tzarevich & several hundred people using telescopes provided by the university
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