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13 December 2008


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A lovely tribute, D. I discovered today that the Postgate/Firmin programmes were not just beautiful entertainment but beneficial to intellectual development too. See my post or this link (if it works) to the Sunday Telegraph

I heard, first, from Jackie Morris of Oliver Postgate's death, then here(I had clicked across from Don Estorbo's blog)and have seen other tributes around the blogs.All deserved.
Thanks for this link.

And I hope you and Clarence are smiling again?

Welcome Dinahmow and it was kind of you to ask after Clarence, who was known on this blog as Black Stripe One. I'm sorry to tell you that he died two weeks ago (see earlier post and photo:
http://60goingon16.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/11/dancing-to-the-rhythm-of-life.html )

I think our dear friend Don Estorbo was so upset that he mixed up Clarence with his brother Cuthbert (Black Stripe Two), who is still very much alive but missing his twin brother, who was his constant companion for eight years.

I see that the link I mentioned earlier didn't appear at all. So much for my clever tricks. Here it is http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/tvandradio/3743935/Children-need-Slow-TV-such-as-Bagpuss-and-other-Oliver-Postgate-characters.html

Oh heck! Yes, 'storbo did confuse the brothers. But the sentiment remains.

I had to blink very hard when I heard about Mr.Postgate's death, but as I mentioned on my blog, he gave so much.


Thank you for that link, it's a very informative article.

Good morning....

and thanks for the beautiful e-card....that was fun on a snowy cold morning here in Canada..... another day to "hunker down" and do some baking...and maybe even wage a gentle war on a few dust bunnies...

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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