Handbag for the Wife

[mikesc]

just noticed..it is nearly 04.30 am here..I have to be up and 25kms from here later in my morning, so I'll look in when I wake to see if the thread has drifted further or back on topic..either way..who needs chat

 

tried to edit my post just above..and for the second time tonight ( despite being signed in and allowing scripts from here ) the system would not save the edited post..just froze..ah well..tomorrow / later today what the French call a heatwave will continue..it is currently 25°c ( and I'm within sight sound and smell of the sea )..and we are expected to have around 28 later, some parts got 46)C today..which is small beer to some parts of drought stricken OZ..Usually in this part of France, we have Irish weather..

[Reegesc]

Ever read "Tobacco Road" by  Erskine Caldwell?.  It's set in the very rural Applachia circa 1932, sort of a precursor to the" Grapes of Wrath".  The way you describe your upbringing reminds me of that novel and how for fun the kids would throw rocks against the side of their house.  It such a surreal scenario you don't know whether to laugh or be empathetically depressed.  That said, there's something to be said for not knowing what you don't know.   I mean you can't long for that which you haven't experienced.  .  Ya know what?  That's bollucks.   Provenciality is a waste of life and its only good because its familiar.   Well, for old folks it doesn't matter much, but for kids;...you can't grow kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown.  From the sound of it, you know this quite well.

[JayInOz]

We were dirt poor when I was a kid, but we were clean, polite, well fed and much loved. We had no 'phone, no electricity and no running water. Dad heated buckets on the stove and Mum heated water in the wood fired copper on bath nights. My Mum had first bath, my sisters next, then my Dad, then me. The water was then taken back to the laundry to wash the clothes, and it was then used to water the vege garden. I got up at first light and ran my trap line, then along the creek to check my fish traps. Then on the bus and off to school.  Weekends were mine- headed to the hills with bow or gun or axe, or panned for gold in the creek. Life was tough for my parents but for me it couldn't have been any better. Now I'm an old fart and seem to spend my time trying to recreate that warm feeling. And I think half the reason I try to learn so many craft things now is so that future generations of my family will have something to show that I was here:)  JayInOz

Edited June 29, 2019 by JayInOz

[Wayne0820]

6 hours ago, cseeger said:

That site looks great and on its way to being awesome if I could figure out how to translate it to English.  Do you know how?  Usually there's a button to "Translate this page"

If you are using Google Chrome, you may right click your mouse and there should be an option to 'translate to ...'.

[Alicia123]

Seems perfect. Beautiful color and size to carry with. I would like to have one. Thanks for the post.