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Aug 3, 2016 8:11:49 GMT 1
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 8:11:49 GMT 1
I grew up in a North East mining village and I can't remember anyone other than white people. The first time I saw a black person was at the Durham Miners Gala, when I was about 8 years old. There was an American forces marching band which had two or three black musicians and of all things an old fashioned boxing booth, with black boxers. We didn't have a TV until two years later, so my experience of the outside world was quite limited.
Moving to Stockton on Tees and starting secondary school, there were some Pakistani and Indian kids but I can't remember thinking of them in any other way than just as 'other kids'.
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Aug 3, 2016 16:20:31 GMT 1
Post by Ali on Aug 3, 2016 16:20:31 GMT 1
At infant school, in a neighbouring provincial town, (I lived on the outskirts of a village, in deep countryside, so had to be driven to school) Driven to school !!! You were rich. I too was brought up about 1 mile cross-country walk away from our little village. But ............... we were lucky ........... We would sling our holey shoes over our backs, wear our wellies, traipse down the valley, into the woods, across the stream, through a field, over a style into a boggy footpath, hide our wellies under a hedge and wait for the school bus en-route from the other little villages........ in the dark, snow and pouring rain......... with no food in our tummies........
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Aug 31, 2016 13:14:28 GMT 1
Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 13:14:28 GMT 1
I may have gained a reputation for being anti-telly on here. It's true that when I do watch telly it's because I'm kn*ckered, and really can't bring myself to do anything else. Most of the time I'd rather do something else, and I'm not too kn*ckered to do it....
I also simply get more out of doing something else. To those who turned me on to something else I am indebted. My French teacher took me by the scruff of the neck and awakened something slumbering within me. He introduced me to Edith Piaff, to whom I listen still. He told me about the French Resistance, about which I read still, and alerted me to the trauma that the French felt, and how they set out to develop their own nuclear deterrent -' La Frappe' - so that never again would they fall victim to the territorial ambitions of their neighbours...
So too with my English teachers. Spinsters both, they lived and breathed their subject. To this day I owe them. I wouldn't get so much out of Charles Dickens without their influence acting upon me...
I don't know what any of this has to do with the values we associate with God. Maybe I see them as God-like figures. Maybe they loved me, and wanted more for me than I then realised. Maybe I just want to say 'Thank You' before I die.
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Post by lib on Sept 3, 2016 7:55:55 GMT 1
Just an aside my dear Annon3.
A recommendation to your Resistance reading list, if i may be so bold.
A new to me tale of the life of Lucie Aubrac by Sian Reeves.
She was the wife of Raymond Aubrac who she rescued twice from German arrest, and the interesting part of the book is the time after 1943 when Klaus Barbie declared them informants to the Gestapo. Shortish book but worth a read.
PS I had a lot of good and inspirational Teachers ......
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Post by littlemouse on Sept 3, 2016 10:15:30 GMT 1
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Sept 4, 2016 19:48:23 GMT 1
Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 19:48:23 GMT 1
Odd it is that the one post, ever, that I made entirely for myself, without trying to engage others, nor acknowledging someone else's post so as to encourage them to post more, should result in two unforeseen posts from lib and littlemouse......
I salute you both. Not until my dying day will I really understand human behaviour, and the positive impulses which motivate people to do the unpredictable...
I think that I'll just put it down to God.
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Sept 5, 2016 11:27:28 GMT 1
Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 11:27:28 GMT 1
Er, as an aside to an aside to an aside:
Am moved by lib's encouragement. Am touched by littlemouse's link "L'histoire: essentielle au present". 'Cos there's nothing new under the sun. However clever we think we are it's all been thought through before.... Every man in every pub is saying what has already been said...
It's why The Bible says it all. Obscure in parts though it may be, it has within it Everything, (and is very often couched in the prettiest language that you'll ever find).
Live your life. Be as big as you can be. Turn the other cheek. Forgive the unforgiveable. Spread your balm of calm on everyone you touch. For yourself. And for everyone you touch... And if you sometimes fall short, may it be written on your epitaph: "At least he tried"....
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May 15, 2017 11:40:49 GMT 1
Post by Deleted on May 15, 2017 11:40:49 GMT 1
Er... There's nothing new. It was ever thus. It's meant to be. Nope! I'll suffer your slings and arrows. Never will I change my point of view. Never. Until I die. Never.
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Aug 3, 2017 18:01:02 GMT 1
Post by lib on Aug 3, 2017 18:01:02 GMT 1
Bloody Martyrs ....... they get everywhere ..........
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Aug 5, 2017 19:35:27 GMT 1
Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2017 19:35:27 GMT 1
...but, but where would we be without martyrs, lib, where?
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