tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post1487048592438311615..comments2024-03-27T16:19:53.023+00:00Comments on Friko's World: Then And NowFrikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-31359427611806523702012-08-27T07:17:08.296+01:002012-08-27T07:17:08.296+01:00Friko- This excellent piece needs to be published ...Friko- This excellent piece needs to be published more widely. I feel so glad to have caught it in the cataract of the blogosphere. It should be in a magazine, or compendium.<br /><br /><br /><br />Aloha from Honolulu<br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a><br /> =^..^= Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-52650552109528974172012-08-25T06:03:39.184+01:002012-08-25T06:03:39.184+01:00Very nice. I struggle with poetry but I didn't...Very nice. I struggle with poetry but I didn't struggle here at all. Lovely.Midlife Roadtripperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-46935507281132956132012-08-24T12:37:43.050+01:002012-08-24T12:37:43.050+01:00Hi Friko - great read .. so appropriate for this d...Hi Friko - great read .. so appropriate for this day and age - a time to reflect on how life was .. and remember how precious each and everything is ... too true - cheers HilaryHilary Melton-Butcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596532480645510678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-49219103790592653312012-08-23T13:31:29.956+01:002012-08-23T13:31:29.956+01:00congrats on your POTWcongrats on your POTWDarylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-36844200522797458192012-08-23T11:27:31.376+01:002012-08-23T11:27:31.376+01:00That was wonderful!That was wonderful!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-31977536219886376612012-08-22T23:43:19.510+01:002012-08-22T23:43:19.510+01:00I can remember when it was all warmed-up honey. Oh...I can remember when it was all warmed-up honey. Oh wait. That is historical rewrite....but anyway ;o.~MaryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-703091571482384802012-08-22T16:36:29.652+01:002012-08-22T16:36:29.652+01:00Yes, when will I be wise? I think, never.Yes, when will I be wise? I think, never.jabbloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12176958811589489979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-87436450324975624612012-08-22T12:47:31.402+01:002012-08-22T12:47:31.402+01:00Wonderful words
words that brought back memories
N...Wonderful words<br />words that brought back memories<br />Now my little granddaughter's<br />help me to travel back to a<br />different time.<br />But then<br />times changes too quickly.<br />Thank you...One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12548226150115102345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-15831920937640667132012-08-22T05:00:59.294+01:002012-08-22T05:00:59.294+01:00I remember. So true. Great poem.I remember. So true. Great poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-82204893709096567192012-08-22T03:45:15.900+01:002012-08-22T03:45:15.900+01:00Everyone loved your poem because everyone can rela...Everyone loved your poem because everyone can relate to it. So true. What happened to all this? Life went by …Vagabondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10774109692564954568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-39576362268860376192012-08-21T23:21:08.338+01:002012-08-21T23:21:08.338+01:00Friko - I DO remember - perhaps the Grandkids keep...Friko - I DO remember - perhaps the Grandkids keep me in touch with my Inner Child. But, I'm still not great at mending of any kind - ESP if it involves hearts. Great post!Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984171407726520584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-89059282663008460002012-08-21T22:26:40.641+01:002012-08-21T22:26:40.641+01:00I was amused by your label "attempt at poetry...I was amused by your label "attempt at poetry." I like this very much, most of all the poignant closing lines.Susan Scheidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09250142489341777926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-42933846064336341182012-08-21T19:29:28.994+01:002012-08-21T19:29:28.994+01:00If poignancy could speak, these would be her very ...If poignancy could speak, these would be her very words. Such a beautifully composed poem, Friko and what vivid imagery. Absolutely brilliant. <br />True, it is one heck of a journey, from being a carefree child to a careworn adult. Sumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-74783596571697372372012-08-21T13:05:21.059+01:002012-08-21T13:05:21.059+01:00Frico, it's very sincere and heartfelt poem!Frico, it's very sincere and heartfelt poem!Nadezdahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08159291982383302922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-4955960732133777902012-08-21T09:05:53.888+01:002012-08-21T09:05:53.888+01:00I haven’t read better than this poem about our los...I haven’t read better than this poem about our loss, the grown ups’ loss of power to enter the kingdom, or the spirit of the exciting game, which seemed to us infinite <br /><br />I enjoy spending time with my one-year-eight-month granddaughter and my siblings’ grandchildren up to age of 8. They are bundle of energy. It’s fun to go the distance to see things their way. I’d like to watch overstardusthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10684501661629146087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-49774463028388690592012-08-21T06:54:31.224+01:002012-08-21T06:54:31.224+01:00John Betjeman wrote, "Childhood is measured o...John Betjeman wrote, "Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows." He was right, of course.<br />Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-27031784252175577142012-08-21T06:48:36.054+01:002012-08-21T06:48:36.054+01:00And how big the monster behind that cupboard door ...And how big the monster behind that cupboard door must be ....SmitoniusAndSonatahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11210817141287881808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-6312264489596917932012-08-21T06:09:44.197+01:002012-08-21T06:09:44.197+01:00Oh. Wow. Thank you.Oh. Wow. Thank you.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-82323410612739448732012-08-21T03:38:03.131+01:002012-08-21T03:38:03.131+01:00Years unimaginable...oh, yes. I remember how huge ...Years unimaginable...oh, yes. I remember how huge my home seemed as a child, and the moment of shock when I realized it was not. Thank you for remembering what childhood is all about, and making it palpable.dshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07616750784052488695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-87165946941008351112012-08-21T02:22:20.194+01:002012-08-21T02:22:20.194+01:00So much of this evokes my childhood . . . which wa...So much of this evokes my childhood . . . which was pretty magical for the first ten years.Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-38590474555721421422012-08-21T00:55:51.576+01:002012-08-21T00:55:51.576+01:00And you are, I see, a poet too. You thought not, ...And you are, I see, a poet too. You thought not, as I recall, but this gives the lie to that (at least in my oh so humble opinion . . .). This, the most beautiful and true line of so many, at least to me: "still lacking the art to mend broken hearts." Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15674930917585246294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-3449617796415215742012-08-21T00:33:46.759+01:002012-08-21T00:33:46.759+01:00....I'm pleased I "grew a little in years.......I'm pleased I "grew a little in years and in inches" I'm glad that time came, as childhood held little joy for me and the wings of time can oft lessen but not completely mend the pain of a broken heart.<br />This verse you wrote Friko, is beautiful, and joyous .... and haunting.Rose ~ from Ozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01908281749611280188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-11758874676578251732012-08-20T23:04:35.638+01:002012-08-20T23:04:35.638+01:00Danke für die vielen Erinnerungen und diesen wunde...Danke für die vielen Erinnerungen und diesen wunderbaren Text !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-45029794231443620002012-08-20T22:49:58.043+01:002012-08-20T22:49:58.043+01:00Dear Friko, it's that last line "still la...Dear Friko, it's that last line "still lacking the art to mend broken hearts" that makes me weep. So often I want to make things right for others. And yet who am I to say that I even know what is right for anyone else. Often I'm not ever sure what's right for me. And would mending a broken heart be for the best or is the wound an experience that will lead to great wisdom andDeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-1113953729356907582012-08-20T22:48:22.973+01:002012-08-20T22:48:22.973+01:00I miss saying "Look I can fly!" I loved ...I miss saying "Look I can fly!" I loved tumbling down hills and jumping down the big steps at the convent school I attended. I really thought I could fly until I jumped off a too high ledge one day and didn't. About 15 years ago, I went back to my hometown for a visit and felt exactly as you described. The house, the streets, the hills. Everything was SO SMALL and seemed greyer and georgia little peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388133043071314431noreply@blogger.com