tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post4657795870475107908..comments2024-03-28T17:44:17.403-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: Walking and dining.The Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-47335130451943875302015-10-05T02:34:15.989-07:002015-10-05T02:34:15.989-07:00Oh how I enjoyed all your comments. Memories, me...Oh how I enjoyed all your comments. Memories, memories - can't beat them.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-37085636580426150062015-10-05T02:18:34.109-07:002015-10-05T02:18:34.109-07:00Gosh what a lot of memories. I remember being pick...Gosh what a lot of memories. I remember being picked up by my stepmother after school occasionally and going out for tea, which consisted of hot buttered toast and tea served in 'silver' teapots. Then in the 1960s Wimpy and coffee shops - the height of sophistication;)thelmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00934860502828923562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-56258978217997661442015-10-05T00:08:01.869-07:002015-10-05T00:08:01.869-07:00I remember the first time we out for a meal as a f...I remember the first time we out for a meal as a family, it was to a Chinese restaurant in Penrith, I was 12 years old it was a special family event I think it was to do with my dads promotion to manager but I remember the meal it was fantastic and I thought we were really Posh :-) Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05213759909336433460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-74778327900090502932015-10-04T23:08:55.225-07:002015-10-04T23:08:55.225-07:00When I first started going into pubs the "men...When I first started going into pubs the "menu" consisted of pickled egg, pork pie or bag of crisps. Even then I remember asking for a pork pie and the landlord saying, "What do you think this is; a bloody butcher's?" And nobody complained about the service then either.John "By Stargoose And Hanglands"https://www.blogger.com/profile/00832873074550725579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-44615914859770556732015-10-04T23:05:32.985-07:002015-10-04T23:05:32.985-07:00I can remember thirty plus years ago taking my gra...I can remember thirty plus years ago taking my grandma out for a drive for her birthday and we went to a pub for lunch. (Somewhere out in the Dales - she lived in Bradford so it was probably Haworth way) My mother hit the roof when I got back and told her where we'd been. Grandma had a thoroughly good time and was happy to go up to the bar and order, but mother thought it was shameful to go to the pub! Things HAVE changed!The History Anorakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09718067264562106116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-63296834429023582902015-10-04T21:05:10.859-07:002015-10-04T21:05:10.859-07:00In the late 50's and early 60's when we fi...In the late 50's and early 60's when we first started travelling abroad for holidays it all seemed very exotic. In those days the beaches didn't have loungers or thatched parasols all over them, they were just beaches.<br /><br />Back at home we only visited restaurants when we went up to London for the day.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-13099794024048826012015-10-04T20:04:34.340-07:002015-10-04T20:04:34.340-07:00How true,- how times have changed. Like you eatin...How true,- how times have changed. Like you eating out was almost a yearly event when I was a child. Different when I was dating, - often had lunch at the King Edward with whichever current airman had leave, and then, of course, travelling with Charles was a gourmet delight. I am back now to the occasional lunch with friends, or perhaps dinner with family, or a take-out. Life is a circle...Hildredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05420791064923078834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-81933880255786948282015-10-04T18:08:39.001-07:002015-10-04T18:08:39.001-07:00Weaver, I still remember growing up in a Virginia ...Weaver, I still remember growing up in a Virginia when Sunday was for going to church, and perhaps...having an opportunity to stop by a dairy or drug store for ice cream on the way home for Sunday Lunch. nothing else open for business.<br /><br />I am typing this comment after a late supper, after working from 11:30 to 7:30. On Sunday, lots of customs have changed. That is for sure.<br /><br />xoFranceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08352407314710067616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-45527804130983792332015-10-04T16:06:27.525-07:002015-10-04T16:06:27.525-07:00Things have certainly changed everywhere...and I&#...Things have certainly changed everywhere...and I'm not so sure that it's been for the better...Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03599739740886087571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-64162674882792420912015-10-04T13:05:04.836-07:002015-10-04T13:05:04.836-07:00Gastropub revolution or not, most pub foor round h...Gastropub revolution or not, most pub foor round here is done in a microwave and bunged in rustic looking containers before servingSimon Douglas Thompsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16331409652996600049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-9862632743355358482015-10-04T12:14:18.616-07:002015-10-04T12:14:18.616-07:00Ah wonderful memories here folks.Ah wonderful memories here folks.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-18680942603807269642015-10-04T11:51:51.752-07:002015-10-04T11:51:51.752-07:00That brought to mind the wonderful odour which dri...That brought to mind the wonderful odour which drifted from Chambers in the Old Market Place, Grimsby, where you bought coffee ground to order. Above was the Tudor Cafe which, if I remember correctly, had a string trio playing chamber music. A somewhat more relaxing period in many ways. When we lived in London for a few years it would be a visit to a Lyons Corner Shop for tea and buns.Midmarsh Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10980417659811194899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-41310987102057610942015-10-04T11:27:29.904-07:002015-10-04T11:27:29.904-07:00We are all so much mire sophistigated now are we n...We are all so much mire sophistigated now are we notJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-1286394653636735802015-10-04T09:48:40.771-07:002015-10-04T09:48:40.771-07:00It all sounds quaint and heavenly. Safe.It all sounds quaint and heavenly. Safe.donna bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13507579686738843451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-2094605084156131612015-10-04T09:44:45.768-07:002015-10-04T09:44:45.768-07:00We would never eat out when we were children. The...We would never eat out when we were children. The nearest we got was fish and chips when we went to Great Yarmouth. A special treat for me sometimes was ice cream with mum in the local department store which is now John Lewis. It was a posh family run shop then and I always felt I had to whisper when there. Now kids tear around in the same shop screaming and yelling at the tops of their voices. And the parents don't tell them to be quiet. I would never have got away with it.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-42059700769630888392015-10-04T08:59:51.976-07:002015-10-04T08:59:51.976-07:00The car, when I was a child, took my father to wor...The car, when I was a child, took my father to work. We children walked, or went downtown on the bus with our mother. If we said we were thirsty the answer generally was you should have had a drink at home, or wait until you get home. The same for the bathroom, though everyone was sent to use the toilet before we left home. If mom needed the car for the day, she took dad to work, and then we had the joy of getting him from work and watching for him to walk from his building. Amazing how in a sea of brown overcoats and brown fedoras, one could pick one's own father!Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-78808805136546872622015-10-04T08:16:06.314-07:002015-10-04T08:16:06.314-07:00Big changes where you live, and here too. Some goo...Big changes where you live, and here too. Some good, some not. To me in California, lunch in a pub sounds good. My husband and I recall British pubs fondly :)Terra https://www.blogger.com/profile/04396481049075747940noreply@blogger.com