tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post2465168622882131368..comments2023-10-31T02:05:49.277-07:00Comments on The Rainbow Bank: PirtonThe Rainbow Bankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07228594810847319496noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post-60014233599692722492009-11-11T21:48:43.732-08:002009-11-11T21:48:43.732-08:00Been a few days since i've been to your blog,
...Been a few days since i've been to your blog,<br />and what a treat! This is some pretty cool<br />stuff.dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05535296919589280798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post-45926104857898029462009-11-11T04:12:50.370-08:002009-11-11T04:12:50.370-08:00It's warming to know that we humans have more ...It's warming to know that we humans have more in common, wherever we may come from,than our masters would have us believe.Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04996197187039420935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post-42145582628977447692009-11-11T02:18:07.064-08:002009-11-11T02:18:07.064-08:00How similar things can be for people everywhere.
I...How similar things can be for people everywhere.<br />I learnt my love for the bush by roaming wild with a mate and my brother when we were somewhat younger than todayAlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15625543235578144620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post-35993201896424442002009-11-10T23:05:02.711-08:002009-11-10T23:05:02.711-08:00I love this post. It reminded me of my childhood. ...I love this post. It reminded me of my childhood. Of how innocent I am, of how small things made me smile and great things made me wonder. Technology evolves and so are people. True to what you say, those simple merriment we had back days are now left behind by high technologies - computers, playstation, PSPs, etc.iamNoOnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04545726992312261140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post-18610320436434975892009-11-10T16:03:20.192-08:002009-11-10T16:03:20.192-08:00I loved your description of your childhood. It was...I loved your description of your childhood. It wasn't like mine but I experienced some of that during the summers in the country and in camp. I grew up on city streets where we had hot bagels and pickles sat in barrels on the street. Still we had the whole sidewalk to ourselves and it was an innocent time. Childhood memories are really very universal. Thank you for this great post.:)Barbara Ehrentreuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06317588534441254146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post-11565459768720793092009-11-10T14:49:39.408-08:002009-11-10T14:49:39.408-08:00Once again, a great post, bringing back memories. ...Once again, a great post, bringing back memories. I just did a similar one, but a little more specific on Life is just like that...:<br />http://itsnotthecoffin.blogspot.com/<br /><br />AVAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post-12397839298258721042009-11-10T13:22:11.683-08:002009-11-10T13:22:11.683-08:00I absolutely loved this blog! I felt as if I was t...I absolutely loved this blog! I felt as if I was there with you as you wandered through your childhood memory. Weeping willows and fresh baked bread...sounds a lot like where I grew up which is a thousand or so miles away from your quaint home. <br /><br />I look forward to reading through your other blogs! <br /><br />Cordially,<br />L Avery Brown<br />http://whenasouthernwomanrambles.blogspot.com/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06832135401020623646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post-8318496571736741252009-11-10T05:40:29.008-08:002009-11-10T05:40:29.008-08:00Well said I couldn't agree moreWell said I couldn't agree moreSimonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04996197187039420935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386331527546548957.post-73587859857826907422009-11-09T13:27:17.990-08:002009-11-09T13:27:17.990-08:00I believe that our childhood memories help to remi...I believe that our childhood memories help to remind us of an innocence that becomes lost too soon. Perhaps it is a taste of what heaven will be like. Innocence, good friends, fields of lovely flowers and trees, and a tenderness that cannot be stolen through man's advancement in the superficial.Cher Duncombehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00070334939399949702noreply@blogger.com