tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665553674742661091.post3847355855115113286..comments2024-03-08T02:29:11.480-08:00Comments on Land of shimp: A Killjoy Villain DefeatedLand of shimphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15671954452597068904noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665553674742661091.post-29553464829173839412009-09-17T08:37:49.616-07:002009-09-17T08:37:49.616-07:00Thank you, Miss Over Thinker! I really appreciate ...Thank you, Miss Over Thinker! I really appreciate knowing that, particularly since that story is rather sad, and I wasn't sure if I should tell it. It's nice to know it was well received. <br /><br />I'm very happy for my friend, too. She's such a nice person, and she had such a lovely trip, thanks in no small part to her mom. <br /><br />Jo, I remember you mentioning Paris before but I wasn't aware your traveling companion was the Meritorious Mrs. McGillicuddy! That's perfectly wonderful, and it touched my heart because the other thing I remember is about your mom and the far away look in her eye. <br /><br />Not only do we keep each safe, sometimes we can heal the wounds of the ages to the best of our abilities. <br /><br />I hope I'm doing my job well. My son was four when he believed that, and hopefully on the levels that really count, he still does.Land of shimphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15671954452597068904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665553674742661091.post-17937680160598822812009-09-17T08:14:39.128-07:002009-09-17T08:14:39.128-07:00How wonderful. I used to have a friend who always...How wonderful. I used to have a friend who always said, "Never let fear and common sense hold you back."<br /><br />When my daughter came home after she had graduated from high school and announced that she was taking a trip to Paris, I suggested perhaps that it might be fun if I were to go along with her. *heh* We had a wonderful time, and I felt I was keeping her safe. We have some fabulous memories and photographs that she now shows her children, and next year she is taking them to Paris.<br /><br />In many ways, we do keep each other safe, don't we? My parents always made me feel very safe.<br /><br />You must be doing your job right, for your son to feel that way about you too. :-)Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03382221688268676914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665553674742661091.post-69188956398656999492009-09-16T10:35:11.529-07:002009-09-16T10:35:11.529-07:00Found your blog thru Merlin's world. Loved you...Found your blog thru Merlin's world. Loved your comment on his latest post - very heart warming story.. and so is this one.. I am so happy things worked out for your friend and she had a good time.Miss OverThinkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06286860942975359330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665553674742661091.post-91476950719152846492009-09-15T08:23:08.165-07:002009-09-15T08:23:08.165-07:00Derik, ah yes, a bird in the hand is worth flies a...Derik, ah yes, a bird in the hand is worth flies and vinegar. Don't count your chickens when they fall in the woods ;-) <br /><br />Philip, thank you. She's a very nice woman, and clearly her mother is also. I think parents in the areas that were bombed in any war face a huge challenge. My mom was born during a blitz so she doesn't have any memories of the war. My grandmother does. She was in an area that as only bombed a few times, but the constant fear she's talked about must have been crushing. She also mentioned that everyone tried their very best not to show it, even to the other adults. <br /><br />Figuring that there was no point in making a bad situation worse. <br /><br />Just the thought of trying to pretend, "Oh yes, we'd be safe as houses underneath the steel reinforced dining room table." ...it's truly remarkable, and not any less so for what a common story it is. <br /><br />The Bug, I'm sorry! Your mom sounds lovely, though, and it's very understandable that you would miss such a fun person :-)Land of shimphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15671954452597068904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665553674742661091.post-63837054185225090162009-09-14T09:36:24.615-07:002009-09-14T09:36:24.615-07:00I'm crying at work again - because my mom woul...I'm crying at work again - because my mom would totally have done the same for me (except, really, she would have planned the trip & made me go with her). Sometimes I REALLY miss her. Sigh.The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665553674742661091.post-44199902654151911982009-09-13T09:51:05.323-07:002009-09-13T09:51:05.323-07:00Alane, that's a heartwarming story. And you to...Alane, that's a heartwarming story. And you told it perfectly.<br /><br />I always had great faith in my Ma and Pa, especially during the blitz when the bombs, doodlebugs and V2 rockets screamed and threatened us night after night during the war.<br /><br />My Pa built our Anderson shelter in the garden. Later, he installed the Morrison shelter, under our sitting room table! A few steel plates to save us if a bomb hit our house.<br /><br />It was the reassurances of parents that made us all feel safe; it would never be us who were killed or injured. My brothers and I believed them. <br /><br />As parents ourselves we give encouragement and undying help to our own children. They trust us. Believe us. They are still our children - adulthood notwithstanding. <br /><br />Great post Alane.PhilipHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811831703263176415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665553674742661091.post-1835093200910274292009-09-12T12:39:36.810-07:002009-09-12T12:39:36.810-07:00I think you've chosen the perfect metaphor for...I think you've chosen the perfect metaphor for life, in this instance. You know, it's hard to take pride in allegory any more, but when one chooses such sweet success, well, it's hard not to savor.Derikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12168261297670606489noreply@blogger.com