tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post5015892726541886894..comments2024-03-27T16:19:53.023+00:00Comments on Friko's World: B IS FOR: BoyfriendsFrikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-68973485149274633072011-02-15T01:46:09.673+00:002011-02-15T01:46:09.673+00:00Bravo Friko for another wonderful posting.
I woul...Bravo Friko for another wonderful posting.<br /><br />I would second all that Mark K commented.<br /><br />We all gather up so many remnants outside and inside as we grow up. Ah, I keep asking the question, just when do we actually grow up?<br /><br />xoFranceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08352407314710067616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-42104182145673664672011-02-12T18:31:40.526+00:002011-02-12T18:31:40.526+00:00I see the link to the archived Eva stories.
I can...I see the link to the archived Eva stories. <br />I can't wait to read them.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-71601923428767713022011-02-12T18:30:30.109+00:002011-02-12T18:30:30.109+00:00Friko ~ I can hardly get past the photo! It's ...Friko ~ I can hardly get past the photo! It's marvelous. I love her. <br /><br />I'm going to look for links to other Eva stories?<br /><br />and my heart ached in the telling of this. childhood is certainly not all balloons and candies to many of us.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-81727752898598038722011-02-12T15:01:01.175+00:002011-02-12T15:01:01.175+00:00I'm sure that Eva didn't stay lonely for l...I'm sure that Eva didn't stay lonely for long..a spirit such as hers was meant to live and learn! Coincidence: I've posted a little memoire about an adventure with a boy..imagine!Lynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11985979258848310351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-90753806348320535512011-02-12T12:09:10.941+00:002011-02-12T12:09:10.941+00:00Gunther sounds like "Top Job" in James B...Gunther sounds like "Top Job" in James Bond's "Goldfinger" with his head-lopping top hat.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-22577705884105992442011-02-12T09:03:41.405+00:002011-02-12T09:03:41.405+00:00die traurigen und schweren Erfahrungen eines Kinde...die traurigen und schweren Erfahrungen eines Kindes sehr gut beschrieben... <br />Dir einen sehr schönen sonnigen Tag!<br /><br />RenéeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-9035786645418237432011-02-12T05:56:50.616+00:002011-02-12T05:56:50.616+00:00Poor Eva, not the first to be excluded from the bo...Poor Eva, not the first to be excluded from the boy's games, but carrying a scar is surely not worth the excitement.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178290697351352495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-51951962766618167932011-02-12T01:38:57.511+00:002011-02-12T01:38:57.511+00:00It stuck into her forehead! Oh my. And she wore ...It stuck into her forehead! Oh my. And she wore bangs every after? Very nice write.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-26613808548900099492011-02-11T23:43:44.665+00:002011-02-11T23:43:44.665+00:00I admire the clarity of these personal essays, in ...I admire the clarity of these personal essays, in particular your sensitivity to emotion without sentimentality. You say just enough to allow the reader to feel, and I feel both Eva and Gunther very strongly. I'll bet he was very lonely for a time too. I would love to see the Eva tales compiled into a book.Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-34537181634669513812011-02-11T23:07:26.199+00:002011-02-11T23:07:26.199+00:00I'm sure Eva isn't the only one who has me...I'm sure Eva isn't the only one who has memories centred in the school playground. Such a place of rites of passage.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-89667275759723261822011-02-11T13:26:36.573+00:002011-02-11T13:26:36.573+00:00The "for a short while" is what intrigue...The "for a short while" is what intrigues me. Short?<br />I too played with boys as there were no other girls where I lived. I was tall and the boys were short and I got to be boss. They were my fort and my gang.<br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-17523859415169672992011-02-11T13:16:56.980+00:002011-02-11T13:16:56.980+00:00Poor Eva. Please tell us more!Poor Eva. Please tell us more!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-68255383867568784492011-02-11T09:45:21.117+00:002011-02-11T09:45:21.117+00:00A girl who likes hanging around the boys will cert...A girl who likes hanging around the boys will certainly find her way eventually.marciamayohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18185069576683872041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-26128089473158609822011-02-11T05:24:37.286+00:002011-02-11T05:24:37.286+00:00I wish I could give Eva a hug right now. You are s...I wish I could give Eva a hug right now. You are so right, pain runs much deeper than an outside wound on the body. Reading this makes me very thankful that I grew up in a time and place that being a tom boy was more accepted...I relate a lot to Eva in that I was more interested in playing and chasing and getting dirty then standing around gossiping with other girls whom were standing around Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04441204804740501624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-43296027235531035412011-02-11T03:17:48.887+00:002011-02-11T03:17:48.887+00:00I was afraid of the boys, too. But I learned to us...I was afraid of the boys, too. But I learned to use them, since in many ways the girls were harder for me than the boys. I could bat my eyes at them and pretend to be something I'm not. Good story about Eva.DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-15047207395413234382011-02-11T02:17:04.122+00:002011-02-11T02:17:04.122+00:00Those boys - I know the deep wanting to be playing...Those boys - I know the deep wanting to be playing their games, and to be excluded. For me, it was a baseball in the back of the head and a concussion - and then the expulsion from boy-play.Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-21400485178594106582011-02-11T00:05:22.468+00:002011-02-11T00:05:22.468+00:00Poor Eva. Poor left-out Eva...
So, what happened ...Poor Eva. Poor left-out Eva...<br /><br />So, what happened after the short time of being lonely?Junehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11710135137635433217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-81394675901107440762011-02-10T23:11:23.488+00:002011-02-10T23:11:23.488+00:00aww....i feel sorry for poor eva...i know a couple...aww....i feel sorry for poor eva...i know a couple girls just like her...minus the scar but...smiles. nice story...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-58595510393693281102011-02-10T22:46:05.562+00:002011-02-10T22:46:05.562+00:00Well told! I was much like Eva. I learned to kick ...Well told! I was much like Eva. I learned to kick a football and to pick up (non-poisonous) snakes in order to impress the boys. And I love the photo!Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-65446413040426954392011-02-10T22:33:48.578+00:002011-02-10T22:33:48.578+00:00The scars of a lonely child do indeed go far deepe...The scars of a lonely child do indeed go far deeper than a gash on their skin. Well told, Friko.Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12787493532006658679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-84514192775821826342011-02-10T21:49:45.222+00:002011-02-10T21:49:45.222+00:00I preferred to hang out with the boys too. didn&#...I preferred to hang out with the boys too. didn't like the girls, wasn't a boy. spent a lot of time alone.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-16899538222728600642011-02-10T21:10:29.339+00:002011-02-10T21:10:29.339+00:00Ah! You've touched a chord. I was quite like ...Ah! You've touched a chord. I was quite like Eva in my childhood, prefering the company of boys, even if I had to stay on the fringes, to hanging about with girls. Although I am of the female gender, as the first-born, my father raised me as he would have a son. I grew up learning about and doing "boys'" work, a practical education which held me in good stead as an adult.Pat - Arkansashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11623638376731374600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-20911943670759240972011-02-10T20:29:23.446+00:002011-02-10T20:29:23.446+00:00The boys games always seemed much more fun than be...The boys games always seemed much more fun than bead swapping or skipping - my heart goes out to little Eva!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-49253560536169081462011-02-10T20:09:22.018+00:002011-02-10T20:09:22.018+00:00Poor little Eva! I love your Eva tales, Friko!Poor little Eva! I love your Eva tales, Friko!Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08604864977387798470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-28622383530786777492011-02-10T20:00:56.178+00:002011-02-10T20:00:56.178+00:00I've always enjoyed your tales of Eva. So nice...I've always enjoyed your tales of Eva. So nice to get reacquainted with her again.<br /><br />Until I was about nine, I roamed the surrounding countryside with a mixed group of other kids. We boys didn't make any distinction between us and the girls. At some point, between nine and ten, girls ceased to be part of the 'scene'. It was all football and bicycles. Five years later, theMartinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.com