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Originally Posted by dreams
Thank you, beppe. It did read more like stories from my grandmother, which is probably why it was so enjoyable and easy for me to continue reading it.
The book is very evocative, for the whom of us who have something to be evocated. Gold dusts and little nuggets, some time painful, most of the time sweet and healing for the heart.
I'd love to hear some.
Why not. Not now though, too busy to stop for more then few moments, although you certainly deserve it. Than I do not have your kraft.
Ea's comment about her father with the plow horses was interesting also.
I think we tend to forget how lucky we are to live in a time with so many things to make everyday life easier to survive.
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For what concern penicillin, and easy of moving around (volcanoes permitting), there is no doubt. For other things I am not so sure that we are better set up. My aunties and uncles for instance, and parents too (total of 11). They were kids or young people during the II WW. They were really hungry. The pictures show them very very slim. They, like everybody there, were in danger. But they were able to enjoy themselves. That generation is unique in the ability of being merry, with nothing. Now most of them are either dead or quite reduced in interactivity, but when they were, let's say functioning, they were the sparks of every party or social situation. Reversely, I belong to the golden Sons of the Flower generation. We have been free to do what we wanted, and to have "fun" with whatever and whomever we fancied. I observe my contemporaries and they just look aggravated. Back to "square" one. A part from the nice guys and girls of this site.
