tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post7702892661880631198..comments2024-03-10T00:38:42.248+11:00Comments on CopperWitch: ANOTHER BEND IN MEMORY LANEJahTehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-31011943153440432022010-03-03T20:09:46.625+11:002010-03-03T20:09:46.625+11:00My parents were ridiculous snobs who would have us...My parents were ridiculous snobs who would have us (their six RC offspring) believe that only Protestants ate in front of the television and would probably go to hell for it.<br /><br />(Of course, it was perfectly okay that my father was cheating on my mother and my mother was emotionally abusing her daughters as way of coping but heyho....)<br /><br />(I'm going straight to hell.)Ozfemmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11075356134336964558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-10289722678290567792010-02-28T12:01:04.128+11:002010-02-28T12:01:04.128+11:00Great stuff - a typical Aussie home it sounds like...Great stuff - a typical Aussie home it sounds likeMiddle Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09962830669606760640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-15257028470121778872010-02-24T22:46:19.182+11:002010-02-24T22:46:19.182+11:00Jayne, I've graduated from the tin type to a n...Jayne, I've graduated from the tin type to a nice wooden one but since I try to eat everything out of one bowl with just a fork, it sort of sits there gathering junk. Any flat surface near me gathers junk.<br /><br />Robbert, it was a brave act on my part until the day I called him a @#%&ing bastard. I should have collected a VC for that.<br /><br />River, my mother learned after many years that it wasn't worth getting in that last word.<br /><br />Kath, I did make it up to him when a wedding present was two very expensive tv trays which became his.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-62641913583040403122010-02-24T20:07:32.026+11:002010-02-24T20:07:32.026+11:00Gorgeous!
We *all* had our own TV TRAYS. And I...Gorgeous!<br /><br />We *all* had our own TV TRAYS. And I'm absolutely sure that they were on special.Kath Locketthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09677312773827236567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-46510940303630994942010-02-24T17:37:23.457+11:002010-02-24T17:37:23.457+11:00There weren't any explosions that I remember i...There weren't any explosions that I remember in my childhood. We all kept pretty quiet, must have bottled stuff up I suppose. I don't remember my parents fighting either, but they must have, because they separated when I was 7.I still can't fight with anybody, I retreat inside myself at the first sign of disturbance and become a "yes" person. Anything to keep the peace. <br />I remember Wagon Train too, one of my dad's many favourites.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-1028412457481881852010-02-24T14:05:12.055+11:002010-02-24T14:05:12.055+11:00You stomped on daddy's TV tray?
naughty, naug...You stomped on daddy's TV tray?<br /><br />naughty, naughty little girl.<br /><br />I always knew.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-38911067705925051522010-02-24T13:45:12.092+11:002010-02-24T13:45:12.092+11:00They're collectors items now....tv trays, not ...They're collectors items now....tv trays, not parents although mine is gathering dust in her plastic urn atop the wardrobe...Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02851305238478213940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-12385368636845112052010-02-24T07:51:27.656+11:002010-02-24T07:51:27.656+11:00I am also a thrower of any and all objects which I...I am also a thrower of any and all objects which I try to control since I have to clean up the mess.<br /><br />Elisabeth, I try not to fight with my sister, it's like punching marshmallows, it gets me nowhere.<br />She's great at hanging up the phone right in the middle of a brawl. Her last statement which left me fuming was that I was so negative I was unpleasant to be around and this was during the centrelink/solicitor/estate agent/nursing home roundabout I was on. To say I was gobsmacked would be an understatement.<br /><br />Lordy Hughes, even if I remembered that, I'd try not to. But he did love his tv tray and Wagon train.JahTehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02007730071564639411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-9298325685718961682010-02-23T23:04:02.170+11:002010-02-23T23:04:02.170+11:00I remember some bloke on the telly back in the 70s...<b>I remember some bloke on the telly back in the 70s who used to sing 'Wagon Train' while smacking his head with a tea tray. (Good solid 70s televisual output by the BBC there.) Wasn't your dad was it?</b>Brian Hugheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00350965110160879688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-89891832411182008512010-02-23T22:39:25.765+11:002010-02-23T22:39:25.765+11:00What a wonderful story, though it must have been a...What a wonderful story, though it must have been awful at the time. <br /><br />I live through episodes like this all the time with four daughters of equally fiery dispositions and a husband whose Irish blood and previous convict ancestry add to the mix. <br /><br />Thanks, Jahteh. At least you didn't hold grudges.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17391176.post-64003617042037705352010-02-23T20:42:09.710+11:002010-02-23T20:42:09.710+11:00Red hair equals fiery temper. I guess your dad was...Red hair equals fiery temper. I guess your dad was too. I would rather an explosion than a long sulk. But how lucky am I? I am the receiver of multiple explosions.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com