tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post3004800605060043609..comments2024-03-28T17:44:17.403-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: Saving for a Rainy Day.The Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-32703238791359273712011-11-10T20:53:08.750-08:002011-11-10T20:53:08.750-08:00I remember the old days with happiness, but would ...I remember the old days with happiness, but would never like to go back to living that way again. Your banner photo is extraordinarily beautiful!ChrisJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11550420299395301062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-75202605706300736282011-11-10T13:10:03.798-08:002011-11-10T13:10:03.798-08:00How hard people had to work! I remember that my fa...How hard people had to work! I remember that my father had arather large kitchen garden, where he grew potatoes, carrots, endive, runner beans, lettuce, cauliflower and tomatoes. When he was at sea we, the children, had to dig up the potatoes, to pick the beans and look after the rest. He forgot that we had to go to school and work hard too.LOL.<br />Thanks for your comment. I thought it fun too. I made something for all participants and sent it to you all.Reader Wilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06384603525251159272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-31362863074823936792011-11-10T09:35:14.581-08:002011-11-10T09:35:14.581-08:00Oh, what nostalgia. I should not like to go back ...Oh, what nostalgia. I should not like to go back to the old days, too much time was spent trying to get warm on the Welsh hillside that was my home. All that coal dust too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-13858771086569643202011-11-10T08:26:42.080-08:002011-11-10T08:26:42.080-08:00We talk about the good old days, but were they rea...We talk about the good old days, but were they really? Living in the country certainly had advantages during the war, when you could grow your own food, shoot a few rabbits or pigeons and keep a few hens for eggs and meat. My father, at the age of 13, grew vegs for his mother and siblings during the First World War while his father was away in the Army. Those in towns didn't have enough space to do that. <br /> Rising house prices affect villages here in the south west too - I think it is dreadful that young locals can't afford to live where they grew up and have to move to a town.<br />Grey and dismal here all day, but very mild.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06826501916623305535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-37010874755972645142011-11-10T08:16:15.857-08:002011-11-10T08:16:15.857-08:00What a interesting post today. I love reading when...What a interesting post today. I love reading when you write about the history of your life and village. A glimpse into the past and present day life a in village. <br />We may think differently but really how quickly your village and all of our life's have changed. <br /><br />cheers, parsnipangryparsniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17236094827257446781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-12280665881174463652011-11-10T05:41:24.111-08:002011-11-10T05:41:24.111-08:00A very poignant post that left me with a mix of em...A very poignant post that left me with a mix of emotions. And DO frequent that pub... I bet is is quaint as anything.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-13869978781290008262011-11-10T04:34:21.397-08:002011-11-10T04:34:21.397-08:00what a lovely post weaver! the situation with your...what a lovely post weaver! the situation with your village is very much paralleled in small communities here where buildings can't be sold because they are either too expensive, too outdated, or simply too far to commute as you point out. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-33636484209621544742011-11-10T04:29:44.903-08:002011-11-10T04:29:44.903-08:00there are lots of people i dont know here... but i...there are lots of people i dont know here... but i do know a few because I only work one night a week.. its a luxury I know.. but it also means that I have the "time" to meet other villagers....(selling eggs help)John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-9850638750806829882011-11-10T03:55:06.551-08:002011-11-10T03:55:06.551-08:00Even since I was a kid and living in the village w...Even since I was a kid and living in the village where I grew up there have been a lot of changes. My old home is now a popular commuter village and it hasn't really improved as a result. <br /><br />It does still have a couple of shops but there's only one traditional pub left (where the locals go). The other's a very upmarket restaurant that the majority can't afford to set foot in, let alone eat. <br /><br />I hope you're supporting your local pub so it doesn't have to go the same way.MorningAJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04719744167307369768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-39514011003995479712011-11-10T03:53:56.033-08:002011-11-10T03:53:56.033-08:00Another wonderful glimpse back into the past. So e...Another wonderful glimpse back into the past. So easy to wish it could be that way again!Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-66261116866242698242011-11-10T03:22:34.447-08:002011-11-10T03:22:34.447-08:00You speak so sensibly about the past.
It must have...You speak so sensibly about the past.<br />It must have been very hard work but the stability must have been somewhat comforting --unlike all our rushing about.<br />Foggy here this morning and there is a full moon...a nice change.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03964291132366262298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-77767660369207755332011-11-10T02:58:44.261-08:002011-11-10T02:58:44.261-08:00Ah, the post is there now. Very nice. Re farm wo...Ah, the post is there now. Very nice. Re farm workers, don't forget that they had a house that went with the job and they loved their vegetable gardens .Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-55030316127754390932011-11-10T02:41:39.693-08:002011-11-10T02:41:39.693-08:00What an evocative post you have written today, won...What an evocative post you have written today, wonderful descriptions of previous times. We all get nostalgic, but I never want to have to lead that sort of life - and imagine a world without antibiotics, neither of my children would have lived. thank you for your word pictures of dales life. CheersRobin Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14306137274084617478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-32964510378573547482011-11-10T02:06:15.776-08:002011-11-10T02:06:15.776-08:00I like this "Saving for a Rainy Day", ve...I like this "Saving for a Rainy Day", very Freudian to have a blank post! I love it.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.com