tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393740465996795163.post1404216034294067456..comments2024-03-28T18:56:38.364-07:00Comments on Tracey Broome : Saturday ramblingsTracey Broomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14560971496423789576noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393740465996795163.post-4016137820648320262010-03-29T04:47:55.567-07:002010-03-29T04:47:55.567-07:00Peter, what a great story! Aren't grandmothers...Peter, what a great story! Aren't grandmothers the best? I can just picture yours in my mind. I only hope I can be a memory making grandmother one of these days!! Thanks for sharing yours with us!Tracey Broomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14560971496423789576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393740465996795163.post-12326870619469189562010-03-29T02:13:05.376-07:002010-03-29T02:13:05.376-07:00Lovely Saturday ramble Tracey,
it was sad about y...Lovely Saturday ramble Tracey, <br />it was sad about your Uncle. So much light and shade in this life.. His paintings that you have must be very special. Goodness, I had no idea what that photo of train tracks would spark off! Your "rambling" started me off thinking of childhood too. It is funny how visual childhood memories are. I half see something (always in colour) as the memory comes up, and then I put a name to it! <br /><br />I spent my childhood in England. My maternal grandmother had a lovely, I guess old fashioned, kitchen, and she was always baking when we visited, sponge cakes, Swiss rolls, butterfly cakes, all with jam and cream. Granny was short and round, bless her, and always seemed to have a smear of cream on her nose when she was cooking. She was a sunny, happy granny, the sort you would want to hug. When she rocked herself to sleep in her rocking chair, she sang songs that she remembered from the Music Hall. She used to chase wasps around the kitchen with a carving knife! Ahh, the memories!Peterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03078608554226394069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393740465996795163.post-1381328879619713102010-03-28T16:32:43.808-07:002010-03-28T16:32:43.808-07:00Jim: I know that smell! What a great memory!!Jim: I know that smell! What a great memory!!Tracey Broomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14560971496423789576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393740465996795163.post-73342623451977972822010-03-28T06:21:50.655-07:002010-03-28T06:21:50.655-07:00hi tracey, for me it's the smell of lilacs. wh...hi tracey, for me it's the smell of lilacs. when i catch a whiff, i am in my grandmother's backyard which was also our backyard as we lived in the other side of a duplex. my grandfather was an old sicilian guy with a rose garden and i used to watch him sneak cigarettes behind the pear tree so my grandma wouldn't see him. i did like the shot of the train tracks on peter's blog. i spent much of my youth on railroad tracks... getting in trouble. lovely reminiscingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393740465996795163.post-5814791197692089802010-03-27T10:42:15.372-07:002010-03-27T10:42:15.372-07:00Cindy, that's funny, my life had country music...Cindy, that's funny, my life had country music for a soundtrack for a long time! Hollis, I remember visiting the Cape Cod area in the 80's - what a magical place, I'm sure if you moved away lots of things would spark memories of that area and you would miss it terribly!Tracey Broomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14560971496423789576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393740465996795163.post-16783861123459063792010-03-27T10:13:31.185-07:002010-03-27T10:13:31.185-07:00Nice little ramble you just took through your grow...Nice little ramble you just took through your growing-up years, Tracey. Funny how certain things set that off. For me, it's going back to Martha's Vineyard. This time of year, the ferry comes into Vineyard Haven, the town I grew up in. The church, the stores, the houses, the streets, and many of the people are still there. In spite of the changes over all the years, it's still like being dropped back into my childhood.Hollis Engleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01550281579804944085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393740465996795163.post-58564294782351224142010-03-27T10:12:05.185-07:002010-03-27T10:12:05.185-07:00You may have to babysit your bisque kiln but you a...You may have to babysit your bisque kiln but you are a such a lucky ducky with your AWESOME RAKU KILN -I'm sooo jealous :o) <br /><br />Sorry about your Uncle. Though the several lines in your Blog post would be a great country-western song...cindy shakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01353820195984269329noreply@blogger.com