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Dear All~
What this place is for:
This thread is a tool, a resource, and also I guess a dash of entertainment.
I’ve found that when life is grim that sometimes thoughts of past happiness can create a chink of light in the grey overwhelming press of down. They can help occupy the mind with lighter reflections.
With that in view I invite people to set down a brief passage describing some happy event they look back to with fondness and peace.
They - and others too - can then return to it when they feel the need to glean a little warmth.
It is not a place for gloomy or dire tales, those can go elsewhere.
What to do:
Just set out, as simply as you like, your recollection of some past experience that means something good to you, something you enjoyed, something from safe times.
It can be, like my story below, anything – from an account of visiting grandparents to simply cooking and eating a melted-cheese sandwich in a favorite kitchen – you get to choose.
How to do it:
Write. Write enough so someone else can feel the mood, know what happened, find the goodness. (stop at 2,500 characters please!)
Grammar, syntax, spelling, punctuation are not compulsory, just write as you can – the only important thing is the content - not literary merit. Short or long - it does not matter.
I hope you enjoy, contribute and find a little distraction here when you need it.
Croix
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Hi Croix,
Thanks. My mind is confused now. Ha. Ha. I think there were a couple of different threads running where you could try to continue on a story.
Another happy memory for me was when I was working in crèche. Sometimes the story books had too many words to a page so I would look at the picture and make up the stories which was okay until the children wanted me to 'read' the same book again!
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No Croix, it wasn't that one. I did not like the story in that one to be honest. I think I wrote one post in there.
The one I was referring to is in amongst the "thread killer "thread started by gruffudd(( Robbie) It was last year sometime, I did try once to scroll through the pages. There is a lot of pages on that thread.
Shell
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OK Shell
You are right, and awful lot of pages. Try here on page 12 of that thread, I think this is what you are talking about, I'll have a read anyway.
https://www.beyondblue.org.au/get-support/online-forums/bb-social-zone/thread-killer/page/12#qjAOUnHzvGGEbv8AAOnT_A
Croix
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The mangle was so heavy I could only just push one end across the floor. Made of green cast iron, taller than me. It had two white wooden rollers and a big cast iron wheel on the side with a handle. It was my job to work the mangle.
It lived in the laundry, a stone outhouse with a slate roof next to the coal-shed across from the kitchen door.
On a winter’s washday Nain would stir the white washing in the huge copper boiler over its own coal fire using a long bleached-white wooden pole. Blue was added. When she decided things were ready she would pole the clothes and sheets into the concrete sink and then select maybe a shirt or cotton sheet to go through the mangle. I had to wait until the cloth was against the rollers and Nain’s hands were away.
“Off you go” she would say and I’d crank the big wheel. I had to go the right way or nothing happened. It was heavy work, one foot sometimes leaving the ground, as it squished the cloth and fed it out the other side of the rollers onto the table, with a cascade of water going back from the catcher to the sink. I’d then drag the long flat parcel of steamy cloth into the wicker basket.
When all was done Nain would take the washing in the warm snug kitchen and lower the clothes-horse from the ceiling on a rope. Looping it off she would spread the clothes and other things before hauling on the rope – she always made room for me to help - tying it off with everything above our heads to dry.
Sometimes there would be drips on the lino, or us if we stood underneath.
“Cup of tea time, would you like some barra brith?” "Yes please Nain"
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Oh Mr Croix, I don't know what to say... But you found it and thanks heaps.
Shell x
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Hi Croix,
You reminded me of an old place I rented decades ago. The washing machine was electric, it still had a wringer though. One day as I was feeding through a sheet, my finders got caught in the wringer. I tried pressing, then thumping the emergency release but it didn't work.
In the end I was up to my arm pit in the wringer! That is when the devious device decided to let me go!
I was a lot more careful with that arm crushing machine after that!
It wasn't so funny at the time but it now I look back on it!
Cheers.
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Hi Shell,
Good on Mr. Croix. I think I found that thread too, not sure if it was the one you meant.
Cheers.
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Hi guys I love reading this thread,some stuff is all negative on BBC so love to hear your stories as I get to know you all.
Today three years ago I lost my bestie, so a memories for her.
When I meet her for the first time We were on night shift in a nursing home,we were doing the rounds and being all proper cause we didn't know each other, we were doing a bed bath and as I rolled the poor old lady she did an automatic number two that went all over my bestie and that friendship will never be replaced . We both laughed so hard and there where a lot of swear words as well.
Later
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I have been going slowly through this thread.
So many wonderful stories.
Thank you for sharing.
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Hey Banjo,
whats one of yours?
Later