child of the fifties Yep! know exactly what you are talking about. I spent hours playing in the street behind our house in Kidderminster with no'one coming to check on us. The day my sister took us to a local park she got punished for daring to expose us to possible danger! Our favourite place to play was behind the local hospital which had a rubbish tip leading down to the canal and lock where we ran over the lock gates to get to the other side. There was a 12 foot drop into the water with no safety barrier but my parents clearly thought that was OK. Never got smacked for going there.
glad that you could relate Hi guys. Are you still in Spain? You need to bring your fluent Spanish down to San Miguel de Allende and help me hatch tcintcontle. Not pretty but very melodious.
Catching up I love this entry, as I do all of them. You are my favorite writer with whom I'm on a first name basis.
I also "walked" as a kid. Thank you for bringing up those memories for me, Liz.
BRILLIANT So well thought out and aptly put! Loved it. Many visualizations came to mind of my dear friend Liz. Nostalgia too. Ahh...the fifties! A true inspiration. Kol Ha’kavod.
Thanks Thanks for capturing so well the challenges we face in these pandemic times and those we faced in childhood. I enjoy the warmth and connection and candor in your writing.
Beautiful. Beautifully written as always. You are such a good writer. I agree with a previous comment - this and similar blogs should be part of a book.
DESPAIR: NOT AN OPTION Reading your wondrous blogs, Liz, awakens my senses of what life is and how important it is to include everything possible, every day. Acceptance certainly encourages one to awaken an awareness of how change is reflected in small, amazing moments and also, sitting back and appreciating a sense of peace and tranquility within. Looking around wherever you are and taking in the images of what is happening in the world, all brings meaning to life and after many travels in this world, fills me with memories, that upon reflection, makes me feel full and nourished.
Beautiful You paint exquisite pictures with your words. As I read, I found myself being transported into the world that you described. Thank you, my friend. May you forever bloom. Miss you.
Thanks for the memories... I still have my copy of Frommer's "Europe on $5 a Day" with my 21 day Eurailpass itinerary covering most of Europe from Rome to Narvik, Norway to the French Riviera. I left home by myself and with $300 in my pocket in August 1968 following high school graduation. I returned with $60 so I spent a bit more than $5 a day, but what an adventure.
Why aren't you at your home in Mexico? I've just read through most of your blogs and see that you have lived for a month or more at many wonderful places. And you home in Mexico is so beautiful... Do not despair.
I remember that winter well... every square meter of the British Isles or Ireland were covered with snow. And as for straying over to the unrecognized side of the road, another driver did so, skidded on the ice, and hit my sister-in-law's car and it's no nay never...no more. Thank you for writing this blog.
Remarkably entertaining, showing young girls having fun in years gone by. Brought back so many memories of my experiences when I ventured off to Israel alone in 1973 not knowing anyone but experiencing many
treasured and adventurous moments. You brought all the giggles, chances of exploring unknowns and the fun of being young and carefree. Keep writing and sharing as the smiles will continue.
Karen Bradbury
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child of the fifties
Yep! know exactly what you are talking about. I spent hours playing in the street behind our house in Kidderminster with no'one coming to check on us. The day my sister took us to a local park she got punished for daring to expose us to possible danger! Our favourite place to play was behind the local hospital which had a rubbish tip leading down to the canal and lock where we ran over the lock gates to get to the other side. There was a 12 foot drop into the water with no safety barrier but my parents clearly thought that was OK. Never got smacked for going there.