tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post2151156465305733448..comments2023-09-13T03:10:36.690-07:00Comments on Robin's Nest: Weird war for youngstersOld Egghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14727444489103758018noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-41318574434307156932016-03-11T22:32:59.652-08:002016-03-11T22:32:59.652-08:00It's an amazing read! Thank you for sharing!!
...It's an amazing read! Thank you for sharing!!<br />http://amitaag.blogspot.in/2015/11/stigmata.htmlAmit Agarwalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13979122044199890176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-48401985333626495852016-03-10T22:54:29.702-08:002016-03-10T22:54:29.702-08:00The pictures are telling so is the verse. You have...The pictures are telling so is the verse. You have chronicled the entire history of that time in so few words. And history is not just chronology of events, you see.....vanderloosthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15974007236500702721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-39159025072163252112016-03-10T12:59:20.722-08:002016-03-10T12:59:20.722-08:00You made it very vivid through the child's eye...You made it very vivid through the child's eyes. <br /><br />I was born in 1939. Even in Tasmania, we had some awareness. Australia was very Anglophile in those days; some of the older generation (never having been there) still referred to Britain as 'home'. We had rationing, and loved ones away at the front, some of whom never returned – but at least were spared enemy planes and bombs.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-81854733778766603462016-03-10T11:35:15.578-08:002016-03-10T11:35:15.578-08:00This is really lovely. How weird is our world, to ...This is really lovely. How weird is our world, to have to go to war to buy peace<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-81216582805216051982016-03-10T09:35:18.606-08:002016-03-10T09:35:18.606-08:00Beautiful...we relive the memories we made in our ...Beautiful...we relive the memories we made in our childhood!Panchalihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08832164041967778122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-62019360272820989932016-03-10T08:47:29.348-08:002016-03-10T08:47:29.348-08:00I can't help but notice that the girls in the ...I can't help but notice that the girls in the top photo are all relegated to the background. From a 21st-century perspective, that's weird!Magical Mystical Teacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01853272111925075994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-64608099683359818372016-03-10T07:54:31.567-08:002016-03-10T07:54:31.567-08:00This is an amazing series of snapshots, dear Sir. ...This is an amazing series of snapshots, dear Sir. And the tone is perfect--I can see the child in each word. Children see so much... without understanding the way adults do, but understanding nonetheless. Magaly Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-17269888834280825042016-03-10T05:23:39.641-08:002016-03-10T05:23:39.641-08:00I suppose when we are child we know no different a...I suppose when we are child we know no different and have the capacity to make the best out of what we have..i remember those little bottles of milk..until the cold war! A tender glimpse back..and very glad it was a number not a tattoo..Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-53386103486000180882016-03-09T19:28:39.449-08:002016-03-09T19:28:39.449-08:00This is brilliant! a life unknown by many, the fee...This is brilliant! a life unknown by many, the feelings, contridictions to understanding by adult and child. Now your points adding to the greater collective. This is invaluable.Luk Leihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00922027975142163627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-52644933189483762962016-03-09T19:15:56.355-08:002016-03-09T19:15:56.355-08:00Wow, amazing memories.....have you seen the film H...Wow, amazing memories.....have you seen the film Hope and Glory, about a boy and his family in London in wartime? Your poem makes me think of it...........it must be frightening for kids, bombs and bomb shelters............Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-87102410797246349122016-03-09T16:42:54.809-08:002016-03-09T16:42:54.809-08:00I like how these bits of memory tumble out and jum...I like how these bits of memory tumble out and jumble together. I suspect a child in war may actually feel time passing in just so many blips.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-15544748548594490022016-03-09T15:46:15.667-08:002016-03-09T15:46:15.667-08:00The phrase, "but we had free milk," stru...The phrase, "but we had free milk," struck me here, Robin. I've not read you in quite a long while, and this is a great reintroduction to your writing. The title, echoed in the final stanza, is ironic and winning. AmyAmy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00546103899091072370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-80111581820162912622016-03-09T14:45:17.112-08:002016-03-09T14:45:17.112-08:00I guess all war is weird and for children even mor...I guess all war is weird and for children even more so. Thank you for your memories here. Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-40832631316775096842016-03-09T13:39:43.378-08:002016-03-09T13:39:43.378-08:00Such a heartfelt write. Thank you for sharing your...Such a heartfelt write. Thank you for sharing your memories -Sanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-47676830801013262492016-03-09T13:21:02.543-08:002016-03-09T13:21:02.543-08:00Everything was rationed then
Except mothers love.....Everything was rationed then<br />Except mothers love.... love that<br /><br />It is weird from a child's perspective. Thanks for the share.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-56597180450057403182016-03-09T12:52:10.369-08:002016-03-09T12:52:10.369-08:00Thank you, for sharing this other side of reality ...Thank you, for sharing this other side of reality with us...definitely sheds a new light on things. Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10124956200834969600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-16789869427684104142016-03-09T09:30:42.954-08:002016-03-09T09:30:42.954-08:00My mother can recall Duck and Cover drills from he...My mother can recall Duck and Cover drills from her school days. We didn't have those any more by the time I went to school, but the possibility of nuclear devastation was always a looming shadow for a Cold War kid.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12468694259907774673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-22138471935341327452016-03-09T08:42:02.512-08:002016-03-09T08:42:02.512-08:00Very interesting and well written.A child copes wi...Very interesting and well written.A child copes with almost everything and accepts even war and privations as part of life...It's a sort of imprint that is part of you....a lot of sadness there too. At least your immediate family all survived.I like these autobiographical snippets...you lived in interesting times.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642588922402729816.post-91678869764441615202016-03-09T07:38:27.701-08:002016-03-09T07:38:27.701-08:00Good job with this. We met up with cousins in Emde...Good job with this. We met up with cousins in Emden Germany who told of going to the bunkers when the sirens sounded. The entire city was destroyed except for the bunkers and two houses. The cousins had been sent to the grandparents in the country, and were safe.Linda Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17237332954767037400noreply@blogger.com