tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post1149856895980693922..comments2024-03-28T15:01:21.285-04:00Comments on SleuthSayers: Child ConspiracyLeigh Lundinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921276795499571578noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-89118140515346306692023-02-12T08:05:34.556-05:002023-02-12T08:05:34.556-05:00Great article - this line is every bad moment in l...Great article - this line is every bad moment in life in a nutshell: "I was done for, my life over barely into the first grade." (and I can't post as me so just to let you know, it's Mary Fernando) Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-56790619265489204222020-03-15T21:18:50.210-04:002020-03-15T21:18:50.210-04:00Jeff, I'm in much the same position, no biolog...Jeff, I'm in much the same position, no biological children but I take vicarious pride in a couple of beautiul girls through extended family.<br /><br />Wow, O'Neil. I hadn't thought of Joni's song in eons. And yes, we're still kicking. Hurray!<br /><br />Thanks, Janice. I look back at that and wonder at my audacity. Back then I felt terrified at the chance of discovery, but now I'm pretty pleased at that long-ago kid.<br /><br />Eve! Bless you, my child. I'm so glad someone else held the same suspicions. The conspiracy was soooooo obvious.<br /><br />Precisely, Michael. That inner child lives on in most of us. I admire those who've had hard lives and still see the wonder.<br /><br />Jan, a few hurricane seasons ago, I evacuated to Tallahassee, where I spent three days in an elementary school. Taking my towel and shampoo, I followed signs to the restrooms… and encountered impossibly small toilets and sinks. No way a 6-foot-plus guy could wash hair there!<br /><br />Paul, I recall those songs. Good suggestions, thanks. The Beatles wrote a number of reflective tunes, every one good.<br />Leigh Lundinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07921276795499571578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-18482909581376546762020-03-15T18:57:05.397-04:002020-03-15T18:57:05.397-04:00My memories go back to about age 3, Leigh. And I t...My memories go back to about age 3, Leigh. And I think about the past often, some of it good, some not so good. But as O'Neil was reminded of The Circle Game (a great song, but I have to say I prefer Buffy St. Marie's version of it) I'm also reminded of the Beatle's In My Life: "There are places I remember..."Paul D. Markshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15466234708772287399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-61183899153916588182020-03-15T17:21:43.296-04:002020-03-15T17:21:43.296-04:00I don't often think about the past. But after ...I don't often think about the past. But after I read this, of course I began to ponder. And I realized that much of what I remembered was places, not people or incidents. Oh, and other children who were friends. I remember being in kindergarten and marveling at how small the sink and toilets were, made just for us. In high school, I remember seeing a teacher get out of an elevator on the second floor I didn't even know existed, although I'd walked by it countless times. When I mentioned it at a group of others students, most of them didn't know it existed. I guess, bottom line, it has to be something really distinctive for me to remember. My mother tended to complain about how bad her past was, which made her depressed. I vowed never to do that, and I've kept that vow. <br />So, this was a fascinating post for me. I knew I'd grow up and couldn't wait to be an adult. For the freedom and control.Jan Christensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02027877440748580764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-79276813605893502292020-03-15T15:50:21.329-04:002020-03-15T15:50:21.329-04:00There are times when I wish I had never grown up. ...There are times when I wish I had never grown up. The responsibilities are endless. Still, there are just as many times when the child I was peeks through the curtain and reminds me how much joy there is if we open ourselves to it.Michael Brackenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01072019804281421944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-24117762601382970342020-03-15T09:36:58.139-04:002020-03-15T09:36:58.139-04:00I caught on to the adult lie about growing up, too...I caught on to the adult lie about growing up, too! It was obvious that my parents and grandparents were a different type of human, and I'd never be them. Just made me shake my head in disbelief every time they said, "Well, it'll happen to you, too, someday." In the immortal words of Mark Twain, “When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.”<br />Eve Fisherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03015761600962360110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-47262099315677882672020-03-15T08:20:05.588-04:002020-03-15T08:20:05.588-04:00your forte really is memoir!
I loved the story abo...your forte really is memoir!<br />I loved the story about your teacher's ill fated Telephone class.janice lawnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-53525223254312948502020-03-15T07:44:30.702-04:002020-03-15T07:44:30.702-04:00"The legend of a duck on roller skates."..."The legend of a duck on roller skates." Hilarious<br /><br />Your post takes me to one of my favorite songs - Joni Mitchell's THE CIRCLE GAME. Yes, the young years go by so slowly and the old years speed by like a race car. Joni put it much better. "We're captive on the carousel of time ... round and round and round in the circle game." Go listen to that profound song. Yes, the older we get the more we "... drag our feet to slow the circles down."<br /><br />Good morning, everyone. It's Sunday and we're all still here. For now.O'Neil De Nouxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03142721824657611738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-69752516082859365912020-03-15T05:17:26.262-04:002020-03-15T05:17:26.262-04:00I remember the years when a school year would feel...I remember the years when a school year would feel like three or four years! Been watching my nieces and nephew go through that over the last three decades! The last one is a few years away from leaving the house! Sigh!Jeff Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00316081079528920123noreply@blogger.com