Someday I really, truly will write an honest-to-goodness proper biography that everyone will actually want to read. But it is still not that day. Really, what more is there to tell you other than I'm an adult who still plays with dolls -- the Daz/Poser kind -- and occasionally suffers from the delusion of being taken seriously as an artist/writer? Okay, I also confess to being a chocolate addict with a Snape fixation, a highly prized collection of dust bunnies under the bed, and a stuffed snake with which I sometimes terrorize a certain silly relative who really ought to know better. Now please excuse me while I try to figure out how to keep Sherlock from completely killing my couch and Watson from barking at every passing cloud. :sigh: A Byrdie's work is never done ;-)
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Comments (6)
bakapo
A lovely photo with a nice story. I do hope the memories are all good ones.
Byrdie
Thank you, and yes, quite a lot of them are. In spite of all the craziness of some of the neighbours and even more of certain relatives. We ALL know people like those, eh? ;-)
ladylake
Great photo, Byrdie.
Richardphotos
My mother's home was burnt on purpose to kill termites. it was not much, but it was home
Byrdie
Oh dear! I cannot imagine an infestation that bad, we're pretty lucky not to get them in such large numbers. Perhaps they don't like our weather, but things are changing on that front so who knows? We didn't have snakes either when I was young, too cold for them to survive if any ever got out in the wild. But now there are quite a lot of them making their home around the Avalon and other parts of the island. So far none of them dangerous, except to mice and wild rabbits. Still good advice to watch out when in the woods.
Was nothing much fancy about the houses I remember living in and visiting way back then. But to me and the people I knew they were home. Hard labour went into the building and upkeep, some of it in very tough times. But it was a roof over our heads, a safe and (mostly, our winters were COLD!) warm place to sleep, and no loans or mortgages to pay off. Everybody helping each other as best they could to get the work done. If only we had more of that today instead of everybody trying to get not just ahead but rich. Filthy rich, no matter what.
Good heavens, I'm rambling. Again. Must be a sign I'm getting old. ;-)
Richardphotos
superb remembrance and memories
Byrdie
Thanks for the comment!
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Beautiful!!
anahata.c
wow, so your lineage goes back a ways, up there. And it sounds like a very colorful one too. Some real full-life characters in your heritage. It must be amazing to have grown up in such vast land. Having grown up in a huge city, I didn't see many horses...though when we went into the countryside, I saw plenty (along with cows and such). You were surrounded by beautiful nature. Your winters must be heavy-duty! A very sweet shot.
and your reply to richard (about the filthy rich today)---well said.
Byrdie
Winters were indeed heavy duty and sometimes still are. I remember more than once being yelled at so I didn't try to climb the big banks of snow that would pile up in the lane and get myself electrocuted. No kidding, back around 1964-66 we'd get so much snow the plows would take ages to get the roads opened and of course it all piled up. High enough so that it was all too easy in some places to accidentally string one's self up in a power line. Fortunately that doesn't happen much nowadays, mostly because the light poles are a good bit taller. Can still almost bury the house, though, if we get a good snowfall and big drifts.