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19 May 2009


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but the shoes & purses!

This is weird - my previous comment said, "Good advice about the shoes & purses", not "but the shoes & purses". Maybe I'm losing it!

I'm sure it's not you, Rita. Several of us who use Typepad to power our blogs are having problems with comments. Mine started when I installed Typepad Connect to manage comments. (This generates an automatic and individual image for each commenter.) So I've now uninstalled it, to see if that makes any difference - even though it warned me that I'd lose all the comments posted since it had been installed! Just checked and as far as I can see everything is still there . . . sometimes I think they just do it to confuse us.

I like your Miss Kennedy, and totally agree about plastic shoes and bags. What would she have made of Crocs, I wonder? (Outlawed in our house).
I had a Home Ec teacher, Laetitia Latchford (Titty to her friends- endless source of amusement...)whose most erudite, and apposite,gem was to "Wash under the breasts daily". Fortunately it was a girls' school.

She sounds like a real character, and a genuine, old-fashioned teacher. One who teaches so much more than what the curriculum would allow. Oh, for more like her! But she probably wouldn't be allowed today. And it's a very sad thing.

Love this post which prompted me to think about my teachers. Like yourself and Rattling On, I went to an all girls school and one teacher was about 50 years younger (or so it seemed) than the rest of the staff. She drove a red sports car, wore stilletoes and, it was rumoured, had a "pop star" boyfriend. Her words of wisdom? The higher the heel, the longer the leg. Surprisingly, she was very popular with the boys at the school near ours, a group of whom always appeared each morning just as she was unfurling herself out of her little car. Funny, that.

I remember a "Miss Mejarne" at our all girls school. She was an eccentric drama teacher. Rumour had it that her surname was really Smith, with a less than stunning Christian name also. She would swan around extolling all things French.We had no male teachers on the staff for many years.We students delighted in seeing the coyness of the female teachers when two were eventually employed.The always bright crimson talons (exceptionally long)on our art teacher's hands were always intriguing,when most of us were chronic pudgy nail-biters!Our headmistress's words of wisdom? "Never push the sleeves of your jumpers up girls! Leave them round your wrists, otherwise you look like washer-women".


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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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