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Winters were tough back then, but it made the living so much better.
V.
StyxandStonedWinters were tough back then, but it made the living so much better.
V.
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i'm kind of curious too. seems unlikely considering it was from the 60s and 70s mostly that i remember him. i think he still did a couple of things in the 80s, but that was the last i thing that was the last i heard of him. considering he was in his 20s at least, when i first heard of him in the 60s, and i was 12 in 1960 and i'm 71 now, so that would make him in his 90s, if he is.
I didn't realize how much I was missing the Whackadoodle until I started reading this. As much as I dislike the cold and dark dreariness of winter, it does tend to make one's home feel more cozy. Especially when there's a fireplace and big comfy chairs. And good food. And coffee.
And above all, cherished friends. The Inn may be a business, but it's always going to be a home away from home for me.
*hugs*
And above all, cherished friends. The Inn may be a business, but it's always going to be a home away from home for me.
*hugs*
my thoughts are never alone, though they are most often happiest when humans are quiet or elsewhere.
much as i like warm places, though maybe not too worm, out of the wind and whatever might fall from the sky,
i guess i will probably never entirely understand more social creatures.
(appreciate the happiness they find in each other, but never really entirely understand their not loving just as much to be just as often alone)
oh i can remember when i was really really little and being deathly afraid that no one would ever hug or hold me again.
but at least a year before kindergarten, i was off exploring completely by myself.
of course i realize looking back, this was only possible because there was more forest then traffic,
and i had yet to ever live in a city, or even imagine what one was.
(my parents did often say when i got back that someone they knew had seen me somewhere, which was fine, but, so?)
it would be wonderful to live in a culture where you didn't have to be afraid to look inside a strange place,
but that would only be possible if no one ever disturbed anything where they could see someone else was living,
or entered uninvited if anyone was there. or borrowed anything it was obvious someone was still frequently using.
i think humans sometimes hear my thoughts and i know cats do. and maybe its something about them that are why i never see foxes.
except of course on here, or at cons. i think that's why, i always have the whole seat to myself on the bus, unless its the only one left
when more people get on, even though i always keep the adjoining space empty and free so that anyone can.
much as i like warm places, though maybe not too worm, out of the wind and whatever might fall from the sky,
i guess i will probably never entirely understand more social creatures.
(appreciate the happiness they find in each other, but never really entirely understand their not loving just as much to be just as often alone)
oh i can remember when i was really really little and being deathly afraid that no one would ever hug or hold me again.
but at least a year before kindergarten, i was off exploring completely by myself.
of course i realize looking back, this was only possible because there was more forest then traffic,
and i had yet to ever live in a city, or even imagine what one was.
(my parents did often say when i got back that someone they knew had seen me somewhere, which was fine, but, so?)
it would be wonderful to live in a culture where you didn't have to be afraid to look inside a strange place,
but that would only be possible if no one ever disturbed anything where they could see someone else was living,
or entered uninvited if anyone was there. or borrowed anything it was obvious someone was still frequently using.
i think humans sometimes hear my thoughts and i know cats do. and maybe its something about them that are why i never see foxes.
except of course on here, or at cons. i think that's why, i always have the whole seat to myself on the bus, unless its the only one left
when more people get on, even though i always keep the adjoining space empty and free so that anyone can.
I want to go back there so badly. It reminds me of the film Little Women, based off the novel. The Christmas season during that time was magical in way completely different than now.
I may have to visit, we’ll see if I can work up the courage since it’s been a long time.
I may have to visit, we’ll see if I can work up the courage since it’s been a long time.
Every now and then I wish I could go back to the more pleasant parts of my childhood, the ones in my imagination, while wandering through the fields and forests I grew up on. We had 113 acres of land, a third of which was old growth forest, about a third not tillable (valleys, creeks, etc.) and we only cultivated about 15-20 acres. Obviously, this wasn't a commercial operation. What we didn't use, we left for the local wildlife. The dairy cows, chickens and pigs we raised were for our own consumption. I spent many hours exploring our property (and some of the more isolated adjacent properties). On a quiet day, I could hear my Mother about a half mile away which was just shy of the woods. She would always ask me where I was going, and I would tell her, just north toward Schupe's place, south to the Stouffer farm (where the food guy grew up) or back to the woods. I (almost) never went out of earshot when my Father was at his day job. On weekends, if I didn't show up in about 15-20 minutes after she called, she'd send my Father after me on the Farmall tractor. I could hear it coming and enjoy a ride back to the barn standing on the drawbar while hanging on to the rear of the tractor seat. Sometimes he'd even let me drive!
This was a nice read, Vixyy. It felt dream-like, yet comfortable and warm in a way. I also tend to daydream a bit when reading sometimes, see myself interacting with the characters living within those pages.
And its always a pleasure to stop by the Whackadoodle Inn and catch up with the residents too.
And its always a pleasure to stop by the Whackadoodle Inn and catch up with the residents too.
TwT awwww Vixxyyyyy this is so sweet. You really just turned my whole depressed morning on it's head. I feel so cozy now. You are the sweetest, you know that? I'd forgotten how good your writing is, I got drawn in so fast. ^-^ just so warm and perfect for this winter funk I've been in. ;w;
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