tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219984917795758890.post8799711211399118448..comments2024-03-27T22:57:59.870+00:00Comments on klahanie: Maple Syrup On My Oatcakes?klahaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08613505424843475639noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219984917795758890.post-72141072060653229922008-10-04T17:14:00.000+00:002008-10-04T17:14:00.000+00:00Klahanie,I know the feeling of longing for a place...Klahanie,<BR/>I know the feeling of longing for a place to stay the same; isn't it enough that we grow old and forget the fences we once walked? And yet returning home you were blessed by a different fence 'taken down'. dcDixie@dcreliefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11558671709412200904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219984917795758890.post-3490781918809302702008-08-16T09:38:00.000+00:002008-08-16T09:38:00.000+00:00Hi Gary,Your comments on how Vancouver is not the ...Hi Gary,<BR/><BR/>Your comments on how Vancouver is not the city you remember, is in part, much how I remember the places of my past. For many years I either lived away from or avoided places from my youth, much I remembered through s**t coloured glasses. <BR/><BR/>Over the last few years I have returned both to my home town and places of youth with mixed results.<BR/><BR/>Warrington where I was born has in some ways changed a great deal, in others not at all. Ok there are new shops, no cars (pedestrianised), the old iron framed Victorian fish market, is now a covered open air play space. Where Etams was there is a plaque commemerating a small child blown to pieces by the IRA; but essentially in shape it remains the same. The Lewis's ice cream stall at the entrance to the old almost medieval covered market has long gone (now an across the atlamtic "Mall"), but in about the same space a "mobile retail unit" selling Lewis's ice cream, and even stanger an old guy selling it who had worked in the stall some 50years earlier. (I now wonder where one buys broken biscuits now???)<BR/><BR/>As for "Blue remembered hills", Blackpool is a sad, grubby dump, and the picnic hills of Pecforton, now retuned to agriculture (the farmer made a good £/acre charging 1 shilling per car), the British picnic a thing of social history.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for your writing, it prompts memories, and for such is priceless to me.<BR/><BR/>Thanks<BR/><BR/>PhilipSmallandsnappyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08473121620292127285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219984917795758890.post-38125228303704724772008-07-07T21:33:00.000+00:002008-07-07T21:33:00.000+00:00Maple syrup on my oatcakes? Why not eh.Maple syrup on my oatcakes? Why not eh.klahaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613505424843475639noreply@blogger.com