Comments on: Misty watercolored memories

By: Better Brother

Better Brother — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 13:38:14 +0000

Spare me the humilliation. Dad – you could have made me put some trousers on!!!

By: Pa

Pa — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 15:24:16 +0000

The pictures are in the wrong chronological order. The rusty one was before I painted it. It was made from the coat racks from the girls changing room at the school where I taught when it was refurbished.

By: Darren

Darren — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 03:28:08 +0000

All it needed was a bed of rusty nails for a soft landing.

By: Dan

Dan — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 22:06:53 +0000

That’s not Sam, it’s Megan. Sam’s only in the first one (the toddler plummeting off the ladder)

By: Grandma & Granddad

Grandma & Granddad — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 21:44:17 +0000

Is it us, or does it just look like Amy looking over the top of Sam’s head in the second picture?

By: morticia

morticia — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 20:42:59 +0000

My mum was a woman ahead of her time, though I had a 70′s childhood I was never allowed to eat dirt or go on dubious looking rides at the fairground or at the park, under her stewardship even a paper plate held at a squiffy angle could in an instant become a lethal weapon.

Public toilet seats all had to wiped down, lined with toilet paper or in extreme cases ‘hovered’ over til the deed was done.

Of course her risk awareness didn’t extend to not smoking around children, and nor did the rest of the family. I grew up in an atmosphere of 60 a day.

By: Kristi

Kristi — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 17:20:50 +0000

Your dad was a god among men.

By: Jeff

Jeff — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 14:52:52 +0000

cosseted and mollycoddled

I so need to get a British/American translation guide.

By: whit

whit — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 13:45:16 +0000

That is too funny. The coating of rust is a nice touch.

By: Bec

Bec — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 10:06:10 +0000

I’ve been going through the old photos at my parents house with the intention of scanning and throwing online. So, one weekend soon me and the scanner are going over there – because carrying that there is easier than the mountains of photo albums… All of which, of course, I look adorable in.

I know there’s one of me eating dirt – a staple of all children’s diet in the 70s/80s… forbidden now of course.

Hang on – your dad built you a potentially lethal climbing frame in your back yard?! Living the dream you were… living the dream!

Honest.