tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post2603524258691857725..comments2023-11-01T00:47:40.605+11:00Comments on strange fruit: in which the fish thinks again about the mountainsfifihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06946945635726214503noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-35955117756368118932009-05-03T01:33:00.000+10:002009-05-03T01:33:00.000+10:00Just lovely, I felt as though I was standing right...Just lovely, I felt as though I was standing right there with you.Spruce Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02200376095414151703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-63708179987947429442009-04-20T15:52:00.000+10:002009-04-20T15:52:00.000+10:00this is a very lovely post, fifi - thanks for post...this is a very lovely post, fifi - thanks for posting it again!melihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10026675747253438229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-18307579266635102009-04-20T07:36:00.000+10:002009-04-20T07:36:00.000+10:00So evocative. Wonderful.So evocative. Wonderful.meggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00061112627819270427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-10203510461174688652009-04-19T18:05:00.000+10:002009-04-19T18:05:00.000+10:00It is all there in your heart. The people and the ...It is all there in your heart. The people and the place. You take it with you wherever you go.alice chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16969805206040091585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-59022260835098809742009-04-18T16:36:00.000+10:002009-04-18T16:36:00.000+10:00I did this too, around a year ago, although mine w...I did this too, around a year ago, although mine was an eerie, uncomfortable revisit. Yours is much friendlier.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-18758977832692871382009-04-18T03:14:00.000+10:002009-04-18T03:14:00.000+10:00Beautiful. That last line gave me goosebumps.
So...Beautiful. That last line gave me goosebumps. <br /><br />So glad you shared this again.eurolushhttp://creategermany.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-53392509292033085972009-04-17T07:52:00.000+10:002009-04-17T07:52:00.000+10:00First time I've read it too - very evocative.First time I've read it too - very evocative.ganchinghttp://ganching.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-13628788121375020662009-04-17T07:31:00.000+10:002009-04-17T07:31:00.000+10:00Such aching nostalgia ... so wonderfully expressed...Such aching nostalgia ... so wonderfully expressed. I'm glad you re-posted this, as I missed it first time round.Jellyheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05344630172173199819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-28164292218367799792009-04-17T03:01:00.000+10:002009-04-17T03:01:00.000+10:00It's amazing how strongly we feel these ghosts in ...It's amazing how strongly we feel these ghosts in certain places. For me it was at art school. Dad went to Claremont fine art school in the early 70's, then he was the technician after he graduated. My sister and I spent alot of time there as little girls. Then I went back as a student in 1995 (4 years after my dad's death). I used to catch glimpses of my sister and myself playing as I went about the place. <br />Then one day I had to go to the technicians office for some tools. I walked in there and memories of my father came flooding back and out poured the tears. Paul the technician at the time only had a beach towel to help mop up the flood! Poor fellow!Red Hen (dette)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09620943527844246297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-17449459053673310402009-04-17T02:30:00.000+10:002009-04-17T02:30:00.000+10:00It is really an odd feeling to go back. You find ...It is really an odd feeling to go back. You find emotions and memories embedded in your soul coming to the surface. Nice post. Even though you are far far away there are a lot of things the same.Leeniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655189620056032790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-43728690479951362932009-04-17T01:24:00.000+10:002009-04-17T01:24:00.000+10:00I felt I was right there, staring at your ghosts w...I felt I was right there, staring at your ghosts with you.....This made me think of my cousins [about eight in one family!] who grew up on a farm out the country [my mother had married a city boy.] My aunt, who lived with them, when asked how they were, would say "Growing up wild on the side of the mountain!" They always stood together in a giggling gaggle in the background when us city mice came to visit, their eyes shining, their wildness taunting our timidity. It always seemed to me they had so much more fun than we did....mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-82773455244562579822009-04-16T21:59:00.000+10:002009-04-16T21:59:00.000+10:00Do you?
That was two years ago, fancy that. i hadn...Do you?<br />That was two years ago, fancy that. i hadn't thought anyone was reading back then!<br /><br />we shall enact many new adventures ,we will.fifihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06946945635726214503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145558051219626249.post-62208316566129516482009-04-16T21:50:00.000+10:002009-04-16T21:50:00.000+10:00I remember this post so clearly.
What new adventu...I remember this post so clearly.<br /><br />What new adventures can we get up to?Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08578720378832806483noreply@blogger.com