Then, of course, there was the humble candle. It had its own little metal tray, or saucer, with a handle attached. Candles were great for a quick, natural light in the dark, but not so good if one had to walk anywhere with them. Then, because we had moved, they would flicker and faint like some frail, frightened maiden. We would then have to stand stock still... waiting for them to recover. NEW BLOG POST LIVE!!! Head on over to the link below and take a moment to laugh. This week, we bring you SHIFTING SHAPES AND SHADOWS!!! Please like and share it. Please drop a comment. TIA by Marion Clark #MMH #SHIFTINGSHAPESANDSHADOWS #MARIONSMINDHIKES #HOUSEOFWRITERS #RT
The outhouse was a simple brick construction built around a very deep hole, with a crude brick and wood seat over the crater. The roof made of corrugated iron rattled in the wind. When it rained the drops hammered down fon the metal creating a deafening din.
Using them was an interesting experience.
How many of us have played around with our children, asking what they wanted to be when grown up? Making suggestions of different, very masculine professions for our boys, such as Doctor, or Pilot. Well click the link below, to find out what my grandson wanted to be when he grew up!
My son, Brent, was to my mind, the perfect child. He did not do any of things his elder brother or sister did. He did not play hooky, Nor did he show the complete lack of interest in anything educational, like. his sister, Laura. She preferred to spend her mind on things more important, like animals, or fairies, or some such........ click too find out more.
Following his ’mooning’ accident, and with a shattered pelvis, my son, Sean, was faced with months of bedridden immobility in the local hospital. He had to lie as still as possible, to give his bones a chance to repair themselves. As he was otherwise perfectly healthy this became an interminable, boring, experience............. Click the link to find out more