tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post7936826977783889189..comments2024-03-28T17:44:17.403-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: Winter.The Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-19966014735575490502010-01-12T17:02:13.068-08:002010-01-12T17:02:13.068-08:00A marvellous post, Weaver, and we're now all r...A marvellous post, Weaver, and we're now all reminiscing about school milk (lovely), pom poms and French Knitting. I still have some old wooden cotton reels if you want one - from my mother's many reels. I also have some French knitting in my sewing box! It's such fun. <br /><br />Super poem, but not a life I'd want to lead. The book sounds like my cup of tea.BThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16800917080090010655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-42032837356181148202010-01-10T05:31:36.170-08:002010-01-10T05:31:36.170-08:00Thanks Weaver for featuring one of my favourite wi...Thanks Weaver for featuring one of my favourite winter poems from the man himself. <br /><br />We have overwintering crows here from Siberia. The locals get quite nervous when they see clouds of them wheeling nearby. It's only -1°C today but the bitter cold is in the wind...after rain now frozen on top of melted snow it's too icy, too slippery even to go running.Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-71671356754797868152010-01-08T18:30:42.348-08:002010-01-08T18:30:42.348-08:00As with the other Australians, school milk put me ...As with the other Australians, school milk put me off milk. The crates used to be delivered early and would sit outside, until the Grade 8 boys would bring them in and take the crates to each classroom. During summer, the milk would be warm, just starting to turn. I can remember that one day, in Grade 3, I had drunk about two thirds of a bottle when I discovered a fly in the milk - I struggled from then on to drink the school milk and I have not drunk a glass of milk since. Our bottles had foil lids. I used to do French knitting and mum would coil it up, sew it and make floor rugs. Pom Poms - doughnut shaped cardboard was the go.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-7517544959283924302010-01-08T03:21:10.537-08:002010-01-08T03:21:10.537-08:00After all these fantastic comments I really feel w...After all these fantastic comments I really feel we ought to have a pom-pom competition - it seems we all made them. And as for French knitting - it seems it is still on the go but one has to buy the kit as those lovely wooden reels are no longer made. It just reminds me that my brother used to do something clever with elastic bands and cotton reels to make tanks which travelled across the table - anybody remember them?<br />As far as school milk is concerned there is a great divide between here and Australia where the milk usually went sour - do you know I never thought of that.<br />Thank you for all your comments - as usual they are a really good read.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-62189035393149062032010-01-08T00:47:34.632-08:002010-01-08T00:47:34.632-08:00How's the weather?
Had enough myself but appar...How's the weather?<br />Had enough myself but apparantly another week of the stuff!mrsnesbitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16882736507772457598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-63841734915908976272010-01-07T23:52:06.068-08:002010-01-07T23:52:06.068-08:00There seems to be a split among your commenters, W...There seems to be a split among your commenters, Weaver, those who loved their milk and those others like me, especially those from Australia, who remember only the warm, off milk of summertime. <br /><br />A fascinating postElisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-32956908653831984822010-01-07T11:10:24.267-08:002010-01-07T11:10:24.267-08:00Oh, I finished reading "Wolf Hall" in ea...Oh, I finished reading "Wolf Hall" in early December after almost one month and a half. I agree with you, it was hard to read, especially because of the simultaneity or very fast succession of events and reflections and the grid of characters...Tommaso Gervasuttihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17137499390434949734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-76393052439845734022010-01-07T11:10:08.765-08:002010-01-07T11:10:08.765-08:00I can remember school milk, but not so fondly. I ...I can remember school milk, but not so fondly. I remember having to drink it unrefrigerated in the Summer months. Warm milk creamy milk - Yuk! I used to love making pom-poms but when I wanted to make one more recently to hang as a fake momma hen for my chicks you know I couldn't for the life of me remember how to do it! How silly! After telling a friend of mine about my Polo dog's arthritic back legs, her daughter has decided to make her leg warmers using her French knitting dolly - what a sweet thought! Hope you stay snuggly & safe in the icy weather.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06729233060266402303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-3525242398934746602010-01-07T11:06:50.446-08:002010-01-07T11:06:50.446-08:00marvellous post dear Weaver, I decided at once thi...marvellous post dear Weaver, I decided at once this evening to visit your blog first after here that in England, in the South in particular, temperatures of minus eighteen degrees have been touched...it's what was touched on the Dolomites where I have just spent the New Years' holidays!Tommaso Gervasuttihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17137499390434949734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-48756162546115098082010-01-07T10:56:50.047-08:002010-01-07T10:56:50.047-08:00I remember all too well. I loved to get the cream ...I remember all too well. I loved to get the cream and add chocolate syrup to it. When you are young anything tastes good, and no worrying about how much fat we were getting from all that cream. <br /><br />I think we are having the same weather here in U.S. as you are having in U.K. Gigi Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08092019687497845746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-73954452437630693332010-01-07T10:46:12.129-08:002010-01-07T10:46:12.129-08:00Very nice reading, Weaver! Yes the works of Shakes...Very nice reading, Weaver! Yes the works of Shakespeare and other of his contemporaries are difficult to read. I remember that my children had schoolmilk too. I myself have never had schoolmilk. The first two years of the elementary school were in Indonesia, then came the war without schooling. When war was over I was 12 years old and had one year at the elementary school then I had to go to the secundary school. I still had to learn a lot of Dutch grammar, history and arithmatic. All turned out well fortunately.Reader Wilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06384603525251159272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-10080101350073370432010-01-07T09:23:58.984-08:002010-01-07T09:23:58.984-08:00I remember, I remember, - in fact I was just think...I remember, I remember, - in fact I was just thinking this morning when we were discussing waxed milk cartons versus plastic of the lovely bottled milk that was delivered to our doorstep via milkman and hearty horses with steam rising from their nostrils. The cream, of course, rose to the top and then in the winter it froze and rose even further, - wonderful iced cream pushing the cardboard top up an inch or so.<br /><br />And spool knitting too, - the children still do it if you catch them in a quiet moment.<br /><br />It is a lovely still morning here, - nippy outside but cosy in the house, and the comparison to Shakespeare's description of winter should surely raise feelings of thankfulness.Hildredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05420791064923078834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-83762863272028980892010-01-07T09:21:58.397-08:002010-01-07T09:21:58.397-08:00What memories you have activated! I remember bein...What memories you have activated! I remember being really afraid of those little milk bottles with their special tops. I had never had fresh cow's milk, only evaporated, when I went to school near Manchester just after the war. So when the bottle with a straw was delivered to me at my little desk (which had a real inkwell), I remember having a bad case of the shivers. But once I tasted the milk, I loved it and looked forward to my turn of being the kid who stuck the straws in the bottles. And learning poems and psalms by heart was, at the time, a chore, but those words fly back unbidden from time to time. And yes! about the French knitting and making pompoms with the milk tops!Jane Moxeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03771039102502842946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-90237299246238254562010-01-07T08:34:11.356-08:002010-01-07T08:34:11.356-08:00Love that poem Weaver, and I remember pom-poms and...Love that poem Weaver, and I remember pom-poms and french knitting - great fun. School milk was lovely except in hot summer weather when ours was often sour by 11.00am - yuk! Those icicles are beautiful - hope New Dawn wont suffer because of them. I nipped out in my Crocs yesterday without thinking and of course got soaked feet. I'm still coughing - do you think it's the plague?! It's interesting to look back in time, but I'm glad I'm here now.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06826501916623305535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-66180105473221431292010-01-07T07:37:13.096-08:002010-01-07T07:37:13.096-08:00Hello Weaver,
I loved ice cold milk in school; fa...Hello Weaver,<br /><br />I loved ice cold milk in school; far nicer than the warm creamy stuff of summer! We had foil tops. But I did make pompoms, just using cutout cardboard circles and wool odds and ends left over from balaclavas and the like!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00861397533660827678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-63915132393800237542010-01-07T07:12:12.262-08:002010-01-07T07:12:12.262-08:00Simple pleasures...Some of us still enjoy those si...Simple pleasures...Some of us still enjoy those simple pleasures. Can't beat em!MarmaladeRosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11248527809846840895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-24112440297849678792010-01-07T06:24:11.804-08:002010-01-07T06:24:11.804-08:00I love that poem...one of my favourites.'Cough...I love that poem...one of my favourites.'Coughing drowns the parson's saw' reminds me of the monotone in the school chapel where<br />I spent most of my years either daydreaming or dozing off.I have just submitted a poem on my blog<br />called'Churchill Daffodils and Lipstick',a reference I pinched from one of your posts.It's a very unusual take on the subject matter<br />and I shouldn't imagine that it would be your sort of poetry but I thought I should mention it anyway!rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-31629077919196946602010-01-07T05:34:59.856-08:002010-01-07T05:34:59.856-08:00We had milk with graham crackers on the side - my ...We had milk with graham crackers on the side - my favorite part of the school day! And we, too, worked yarn on four pegged wooden spools - I still use the hot pads that my daughter made as a child. Sweet memories, Weaver.Golden Westhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04590087189810939432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-25799863194465505082010-01-07T04:42:48.782-08:002010-01-07T04:42:48.782-08:00Lovely post... not found of the milk memories from...Lovely post... not found of the milk memories from my school days. I don't go back quite as far, for our milk was delivered in cartons..and alot of the time it was warm and sour. I did without. In my elementary days we had thermos that were glass inside..and we had to be careful before we took a drink that the glass had not shattered. <br /><br />Beautiful poem.. and makes me glad that I was born in this century<br /><br /> :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-15839456046001289242010-01-07T04:05:04.777-08:002010-01-07T04:05:04.777-08:00Oh Yes! sweet memories of shcool milk,a cering rel...Oh Yes! sweet memories of shcool milk,a cering relaxed atmosphere in te classroom, and always time for a story sat on the mat around the teachers chair. It instilled in me a love of stories and reading, we had no TV at home - a far more creative childhood, I think than todays fast track, hurly burly childhood.<br /><br />VickyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14710224174192867236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-41325666611611208052010-01-07T03:58:43.582-08:002010-01-07T03:58:43.582-08:00weaver i recall bottled milk being delivered to my...weaver i recall bottled milk being delivered to my school on church street in altrincham. it had foil lids and the birds would peck at the lids. the cream on top was dreamy and the paper straws - well you soon learned not to get them soggy because if matron caught you "playing" with the straw to try to get it to work again . . . . . . i loved the poem and laughed when i read your comments on it!! thankyou. have a lovely day in the dale and change your slippers when you go outside!! stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-88825382759962756502010-01-07T03:52:49.626-08:002010-01-07T03:52:49.626-08:00We had milk at our morning tea break too here in O...We had milk at our morning tea break too here in OZ. The only problem was that here it is HOT and the milk would be left outside ( sometimes in the sun !) from morning when it was delivered 'til break time - about 2hours - so it was often warm and very unpleasant though not actually gone bad. YUK!<br /><br />And we were forced to drink it "for our own good" Not such good old days !!<br />Cheers<br />HelenHelsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15136273834165751276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-6911871526972349012010-01-07T03:50:41.806-08:002010-01-07T03:50:41.806-08:00Funny how certain thins stick in your mind. Not ve...Funny how certain thins stick in your mind. Not ven being English i too learned Home Thoughts fron Abroad and still love it, also The Ancient Mariner, Shelley's Ode to the Skylark, the Silent Watchers...poems that stirred the heart. These days there are no wooden cotton reels... I do miss the good old days. We grow most of our own food, I can easily do without TV and love making my own clothes even if it is on the 1927 hsnk crsnked Singer. I am so behind the times that I hate supermarkets and shopping is definitely no therapy for me and before you think my memory is at fault, I did the family wash in a copper and washboard and rinsed it in the outdoor laundry in icy water every Saturday morning. <br />We had chillblains and red swollen knees between our tunics and long socks but there was somehow a lot more love to go around.Arijahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03720793296992474762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-52604887958006565282010-01-07T03:48:19.968-08:002010-01-07T03:48:19.968-08:00My memories of school milk in Australia are not ne...My memories of school milk in Australia are not nearly so pleasant - far too warm after sitting in the summer sun for a couple of hours - perhaps that is why I hat drinking mild now. French knitting was a lot of fun though and very much a part of my childhood. I like the poem you have started your blog with, but I agree I would hat to go back to the "good old days"Robin Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14306137274084617478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-63877631557865642602010-01-07T03:28:42.231-08:002010-01-07T03:28:42.231-08:00Oops! That should of course read 'funny' n...Oops! That should of course read 'funny' not 'gummy' - or maybe a Freudian slip given the ever advancing years ....Amanda Sheridanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16035641953527752284noreply@blogger.com