tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post7626959710502796288..comments2024-03-28T16:49:59.137-04:00Comments on Georgia Girl With An English Heart: Talking With My DadKay G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-67616295779528298472015-11-21T07:30:50.801-05:002015-11-21T07:30:50.801-05:00Hi Kay
J and H couldn't get over the size of ...Hi Kay<br /><br />J and H couldn't get over the size of your dad's garden and how robust everything looks!<br /><br />Joy's main recollection of a hardy upbringing was being marched every Sunday to the (not so) local tabernacle for morning, afternoon and evening worship ie 156 services per annum plus weekday ones too.<br /><br />Old fogey that I am, I don't think hardiness is compatible with a life where half the waking hours are spent looking into a 3 ins by 2ins screen. Lord Snuffyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03304516967296874532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-62361095383888385372015-11-20T23:45:28.197-05:002015-11-20T23:45:28.197-05:00Sometimes it was. Grades 1 through 8 attended. No ...Sometimes it was. Grades 1 through 8 attended. No Kindergarten. It was hot in the warmer months and cold, cold, cold in the winter.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-87649773740334890562015-11-19T07:28:46.563-05:002015-11-19T07:28:46.563-05:00If I have kids and they complain about school I...If I have kids and they complain about school I'm showing them this. Your dad sounds pretty awesome. The only thing I know my dad did differently in school is that he was taught to shoot a gun. He still knows how too. Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12118816573712396453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-61434214633825384122015-11-18T23:43:13.732-05:002015-11-18T23:43:13.732-05:00My dad (passed away a few years ago now, from fall...My dad (passed away a few years ago now, from falling off a roof) was born in November of 1927 in Syracuse New York, but it was still a different world and there was an old family farm run by an uncle where they bred and trained Percheron draft horses, and my dad would get part of the winter off to go trapping with an Indian in the Adirondacks.dennistheeremitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801567321734091885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-26119022486144611132015-11-18T20:56:44.084-05:002015-11-18T20:56:44.084-05:00Oh, poor you, just from throwing a snowball!!
It&#...Oh, poor you, just from throwing a snowball!!<br />It's so different now, I am not saying that it is good to hit kids but it seems t me that kids are pretty much out of control and a great deal of time is just spent in trying to keep them in line when the time should be spent on educating them!<br />If you lived in Georgia, you would not have had to worry about snowballs! Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-23113521267398758222015-11-18T20:53:39.049-05:002015-11-18T20:53:39.049-05:00I really do love to hear people's stories, eve...I really do love to hear people's stories, every single person has different experiences. Things change so much, it will be interesting to see what a grand child will think of my 60's childhood. I hope to have a grandchild one day and will find out! :-)Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-25164028952437733032015-11-18T20:47:50.071-05:002015-11-18T20:47:50.071-05:00Cathead biscuit, must be a Southern thing! LOL.
Th...Cathead biscuit, must be a Southern thing! LOL.<br />Thanks, Diana, when I spoke with my Dad, the talk of a drummer jogged his memory. And the drums that he played? They were only a couple of oatmeal boxes that he drummed on!! xxKay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-31761398933627437352015-11-18T20:45:59.196-05:002015-11-18T20:45:59.196-05:00A one room school? That sounds too close for comfo...A one room school? That sounds too close for comfort!Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-27438469570282374342015-11-18T20:44:13.900-05:002015-11-18T20:44:13.900-05:00Of course, you know I know what biscuits are in En...Of course, you know I know what biscuits are in England! My very favorite is the custard creams. Can you believe that when I went to buy some at Tesco's in Eastbourne, they were sold out!! They need to make more!!Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-82834641721364717952015-11-18T20:42:32.211-05:002015-11-18T20:42:32.211-05:00My Dad said he had cathead biscuits with whatever ...My Dad said he had cathead biscuits with whatever meat they had, they had to do a lot of their hunting! Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-64836274599236085352015-11-18T20:40:36.374-05:002015-11-18T20:40:36.374-05:00My Dad was also very, very poor. I am not sure ho...My Dad was also very, very poor. I am not sure how far he got in school but he also had to drop out. He went back later and got his GED, I guess it was after he got back from Germany, he was drafted when he was 18.<br />You know, I have always loved the book "The Grapes of Wrath", I bet you like that one too!Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-47568457308804471092015-11-18T20:38:29.572-05:002015-11-18T20:38:29.572-05:00Make do or do without, that is the expression I ha...Make do or do without, that is the expression I have heard my Dad use! We need to remember and appreciate the hardships that our parents and those before them went through, this country was settled by hard working people.Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-49652914433201203212015-11-18T20:36:19.161-05:002015-11-18T20:36:19.161-05:00I also want to be thankful for what I have and hop...I also want to be thankful for what I have and hope that I can appreciate the fact that I come from hard, working class people, the salt of the earth, as far as I am concerned! Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-87089256375111091972015-11-18T20:33:36.580-05:002015-11-18T20:33:36.580-05:00Oh, Elbert county is not too far away! Cathead bi...Oh, Elbert county is not too far away! Cathead biscuits, it makes me hungry just to type the words!Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-38369610225427490132015-11-18T20:31:11.716-05:002015-11-18T20:31:11.716-05:00I would love to believe that I have the strength o...I would love to believe that I have the strength of my Dad, that is a nice thought! Thanks, Kay!Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-50327916163153248022015-11-18T20:29:32.384-05:002015-11-18T20:29:32.384-05:00Yes, Meike, I know you always like to hear about m...Yes, Meike, I know you always like to hear about my Dad!!<br />And thank you very much for your comment here telling me what it was like for your parents after the war. As I mentioned to you, I want to write a post about my Dad In Germany just after the war...I just need to have some time to think on it a bit! <br />Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-62016012664003588212015-11-18T20:25:29.492-05:002015-11-18T20:25:29.492-05:00That is a great idea to make your Mom's storie...That is a great idea to make your Mom's stories into a book! I want to do a post about my Dad when he was in Germany, just after World War II, so look out for it! xxKay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-41210069881348838382015-11-18T20:23:21.571-05:002015-11-18T20:23:21.571-05:00I am the same. My Dad is from a country background...I am the same. My Dad is from a country background, but I am a small town girl myself. I hope I could cope through tough times but I am thankful I have not had to!!Kay G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07228498846814735537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-25416977721754920152015-11-18T19:56:29.318-05:002015-11-18T19:56:29.318-05:00Enjoyed that. Even from our own generation, late 1...Enjoyed that. Even from our own generation, late 1950s, there are many things from school days that would be greeted with horror now. I got punched in the head by a coal man delivering coal to a neighbour during a bad winter then he rubbed my face with his hands so I was covered in coal dust. I had thrown a snowball which had unfortunately landed down his neck but I was about 10 and didn't really think I'd get him. He just thought it was funny but it was painful and hurt for a couple of days so a big jump from a snowball. Getting hit by other adults was treated as normal then though and my parents, although angry, said I probably deserved it as he was away up the road by that time. Put me off throwing snowballs.... at people who could catch me :o)blueskyscotlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09373718369702364265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-56060143821006337052015-11-18T19:32:54.511-05:002015-11-18T19:32:54.511-05:00I love these stories and will never tire of hearin...I love these stories and will never tire of hearing them. I wonder what our children and grandchildren will think of our stories- will they seem as old-fashioned and nostalgic to them as our parents' stories are to us? Leonorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-58387913797196449662015-11-18T19:30:09.756-05:002015-11-18T19:30:09.756-05:00Oh- What a great conversation. I had never heard ...Oh- What a great conversation. I had never heard the term cathead biscuit before but it make sense. lol <br />Hope you had a lovely day! This was a GREAT post- xo DianaNanaDianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14298962791700019785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-38763558741042145472015-11-18T16:04:33.053-05:002015-11-18T16:04:33.053-05:00Going to a one room school was an experience. I di...Going to a one room school was an experience. I did for a short time. Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-67895661581660873552015-11-18T15:21:07.335-05:002015-11-18T15:21:07.335-05:00A wonderful conversation! I have never heard of a...A wonderful conversation! I have never heard of a cats head biscuit! Probably because, well, you know, biscuits are something else here!! xxAmy at love made my homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17111180584250029433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-32014519671187831412015-11-18T11:11:09.058-05:002015-11-18T11:11:09.058-05:00What a precious conversation, Kay! I had to laugh ...What a precious conversation, Kay! I had to laugh at the cat head biscuits...my father-in-law used to tell a similar story. His were cat head biscuits and butts meat, though. Lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01569684144657934330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716894977482967985.post-76330625700436811712015-11-18T10:05:22.465-05:002015-11-18T10:05:22.465-05:00Sounds like my Mother's experiences with schoo...Sounds like my Mother's experiences with school, she was born in 1922 and went to a one-room school house. Her family was desperately poor and she dropped out after 8th grade. She and her family became part of the Okie trek to California.Mac n' Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05732924562630675589noreply@blogger.com