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Ricksdusa  (Level: 22.6 - Posts: 69)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 12:34 PM


I am really enjoying the various memories in "I was born in a small town" thread. This lead me to ponder. Would anyone be interested in sharing their recollections with us? I guess I'm thinking of some kind of writers group. Any theme, perspective....anything really, it doesn't have to be Dickens. If anyone IS intersted, maybe we could set up various writing prompts and let them run. Any takers?

Salzypat  (Level: 154.3 - Posts: 5295)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 1:44 PM

Sure, sounds like it could be fun. We have a readers' group going, why not a writers' group?

Smokydevil  (Level: 163.0 - Posts: 5381)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 1:48 PM

If i could find the time im in!

Erin0620  (Level: 77.2 - Posts: 737)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 1:51 PM

Sounds like fun, and a neat way to get to know each other even better. I'm in.

Larefamiliaris  (Level: 135.2 - Posts: 877)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 3:23 PM

Sounds fun - count me in.

Revdodd  (Level: 68.7 - Posts: 775)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 3:39 PM

Sure, what the heck!

Ricksdusa  (Level: 22.6 - Posts: 69)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 3:42 PM

Well okay! Anytime anyone has a suggestion for a topic or theme...just jump in.

Maybe I'll start the ball rolling with...."Memorable Christmas" - here's mine. Please feel free to coment.

I had many memorable Christmasses as a kid; as an only child for the first 10 years, then as part of a much larger family. I can remember a few of the gifts, an atari games console and a cassette recorder (mono of course) stick out in particular, but mostly I remember the feelings associated with the time of year, and the people who made it special. I remember my grandad, kneeling on the floor to play mechano with me, then turning the air blue as he tried to get off his knees an hour or so later. I also remember him falling asleep on the couch after a huge dinner, and my dad sitting two oranges and a banana on his lap and taking the inevtable polaroid picture. My grandad is gone now, but I still have the photograph. Somewhere.
There is one particular gift I DO remember though. I was seven years old, and just about as spoiled as a kid could be. The only child/grandchild/nephew. Presents were all over the living room, having spilled out from under the tree. Most of them had received a good squeeze and prod from me, and I confess to a little sneaky tape tearing in the odd corner or two.... I mean, really....who wouldn't? I must admit though that this year I was feeling a little let down, a little disappointed in advance. You see, my only two Christmas prayers were going unanswered. First, I had asked for a baby brother or sister to play with. This request was met with a bumbling mumbling evasive half answer from my mum and dad, and so, I figured they weren't going to get me one. Of course I was blissfully unaware of WHERE this sibling would be coming from, but the mechanics were of no interest to me anyhow. I just wanted a playmate. Anyway, clearly this wasn't how it was going to pan out, so I scaled down and asked for a dog. A resounding chorus of 'NO WAY' met this little, teeny weeny request. Armed to the parental teeth with a list of why nots and good, albeit grown up arguements as to why I couldn't have one, they eventually beat me down. It was then, with a feeling of anticlimax that this Christmas day approached.
Christmas morning, roughly 4 am (Don't worry, my OWN kids are getting revenge for my mum and dad on that one now) I made my way downstairs. As I opened the door, all I could see was Christmas wrapping paper. There were presents under the tree, on the couch, on the floor, table.....everywhere. It was an Aladdin's cave - truly, an absolute excess of toys and gifts. Looking back on it, I am amazed at how little of the actual things I remember, but then as I said, I've always been more into the people and feelings aspect of Christmas..... and that's no bad thing I suppose. I tried to drink in the whole scene at once, my eyes flitting from place to place, searching out the 'sparkly' things. Then it happened. From behind my mum, who was sitting on one end of the couch, almost buried beneath the stack of presents, a pair of twinkly eyes looked at me. I almost couldn't believe MY eyes and blinked them open and closed a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't. There sat THE cutest littlest puppy I had ever seen. As if he knew, he broke free from my mum and fell off the couch in his attempt to get to me, making that sound puppies make, like a squeaker toy if you drop it. It was official. I... had....a.....D O G. As if there was to be any other outcome, we were immediately inseparable. He peed on my pyjamas, I laughed. He bit my face with his needle sharp teeth, I laughed. I was without a doubt the third happiest person on the planet at that moment. For years I thought I was THE happiest, but a few Christmasses ago, as I watched MY kids opening their presents, it struck me, and I retroactively remembered the smiles on their faces. So, once again. THANK YOU MUM, THANK YOU DAD. You really knew how to make my dreams come true. I'll never stop trying to emulate you with my own children, and I hope it's not TOO long before we can all be together again.

Osuzannacollage  (Level: 132.1 - Posts: 1299)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 3:42 PM

Very interesting! Will participate if I can find the time. Will we select a theme and submit short pieces?


Erin0620  (Level: 77.2 - Posts: 737)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 3:57 PM

Rick, that made me tear up a bit. And I love the pic on your page! Is that your little girl? She's adorable, and what reach!

Ricksdusa  (Level: 22.6 - Posts: 69)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 4:47 PM

thanks! and yeah... that's my Madeleine, indulging in her fave pastime.

Rowlanda  (Level: 70.0 - Posts: 2856)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 5:30 PM

Hi Rick D....
Loved your Christmas description and the funny pic of your daughter....
Greeting from a SCOUSE who used to take regular job-traing courses
in Manchester when I was young. Only went there every 8 months for
a week....but I remember being struck by the fact that - no matter
what the was ALWAYS raining for the whole week!!!!

I am remembering one time when my mother said I could have a pre-Christmas
party, and all my friends came over on the appointed day. We then exchanged
presents and a good time was had by all....
The next day there was a knock at the door, and a little girl whom I barely
knew and must have casually invited - was standing there expectantly with a
present in her hands. Not to mother invited her in and got
together some party-type food and we sat down for a "festive" meal together.
Immediately after we ate, the friend proceeded to fall asleep on the hard
dining chair!!!! She slept for about an hour - SNORING LIKE A HORSE IN
LABOUR - and my sister and I sat there the whole hour, staring with
fascination at this uninhibited and well-fed child.
We never told her it was the wrong she probably thought I was sadly
very short of friends!!!!

Ricksdusa  (Level: 22.6 - Posts: 69)
Fri, 1st Feb '08 6:01 PM

Ha! Thanks for reminding me about the rain. I sometimes forget what it was like living in a state of constant damp. Your faux party sounds like my stag-night in Blackpool. Only my Dad and one other friend showed up! Still had a blast though.

Papermanbill  (Level: 41.3 - Posts: 1313)
Sat, 2nd Feb '08 12:10 PM

If you want me to bore you about city lif, I'll scribble a little for you.

Ricksdusa  (Level: 22.6 - Posts: 69)
Mon, 4th Feb '08 10:09 AM

Yeah Bill, Scribble some for us. Chicago was my point of entry to the US, O'Hare was my first experience of American soil. (the VERY nice lady who helped me and two babies from the plane to immigration was Russian!)

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