tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post414786222374930264..comments2023-10-03T04:47:38.647-04:00Comments on The Hippie Parade: "Our house was a very, very fine house"singletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-78838268419462364452007-12-14T23:51:00.000-05:002007-12-14T23:51:00.000-05:00CSNY and the darling old 32 roomer-haunted no less...CSNY and the darling old 32 roomer-haunted no less.<BR/>There is something mystical about banana seat bikes...I had one too. Such a statement of cool.<BR/>Freedom.<BR/>I loved childhood! <BR/>xo<BR/>Gillian (thanks for reminding me.)Gillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08845512494417503198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-56023207327813775632007-12-07T17:52:00.000-05:002007-12-07T17:52:00.000-05:00She....Oh, have I gone and tattletold on myself ag...She....<BR/>Oh, have I gone and tattletold on myself again? <BR/>;)<BR/>Peace~love~I spy!singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-19977782913820066412007-12-07T11:23:00.000-05:002007-12-07T11:23:00.000-05:00i spy the opening to your book...perfect.. captiva...i spy the opening to your book...<BR/><BR/>perfect.. captivating.. creative.. beautiful.. enchanting<BR/><BR/>in a voice so distinct and all your own<BR/><BR/>love & publishing... <BR/><BR/>and if i have to do it myself, i will! ~s.SHEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15826249683489196986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-74094142911338559742007-12-07T07:36:00.000-05:002007-12-07T07:36:00.000-05:00Princess....Awwww.....you made me smile, hugely......Princess....<BR/>Awwww.....you made me smile, hugely.....remembering playing dress up.....Not too long ago! It started with an old Willie Nelson Song and the next thing you know....we were in a Saloon.....<BR/>Clink! To imaginations no matter how old we are!singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-81988075170831969432007-12-07T03:33:00.000-05:002007-12-07T03:33:00.000-05:00That was flawless and stunning and made me long fo...That was flawless and stunning and made me long for photo albums and drawers full of dress-up clothes.Princess Pointfulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10911296163218358167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-41988184351388383492007-12-06T23:16:00.000-05:002007-12-06T23:16:00.000-05:00katherine...sing on, sweet girl,your house is a ve...katherine...sing on, sweet girl,your house is a very, very, very fine house....<BR/><BR/>peace~love my friendsingletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-26931067522075656942007-12-06T21:55:00.000-05:002007-12-06T21:55:00.000-05:00What an incredibly, beautiful old house! Thank yo...What an incredibly, beautiful old house! Thank you for sharing it with everyone, S.! And that song...so funny...my girls and I sing it and remember how lucky we are. You have blessed memories. Enjoy them!Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17474979590755071985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-7163679805410649502007-12-06T00:30:00.000-05:002007-12-06T00:30:00.000-05:00Skinny....love grows, baby girl....I just got off ...Skinny....<BR/>love grows, baby girl....<BR/>I just got off the phone with Kimbies<BR/>and we were laughin' at this <BR/>post, forgetful that our childhoods and yours were ten years after,<BR/>but she took me back there again,<BR/>to places even I forgot<BR/>and they have to be remembered<BR/>to be shared<BR/>for our children<BR/>with them<BR/>so they understand we<BR/>didn't make this all up...<BR/>it really happened....<BR/>we really<BR/>were <BR/>born<BR/>hippies....<BR/><BR/>And Mama collected broken windows<BR/>from bulldozed houses<BR/>and hung them from <BR/>the ceilings<BR/>like giant indoor<BR/>windchimes...<BR/>she wore rings on her toes<BR/>instead of shoes<BR/><BR/>And he smiled....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-79956919635771010692007-12-05T22:57:00.000-05:002007-12-05T22:57:00.000-05:00oh and i love you so very, very much...oh and i love you so very, very much...skinnylittleblondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04948889861251533317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-42490208110586645072007-12-05T22:01:00.000-05:002007-12-05T22:01:00.000-05:00Mavin....LOL! I'm "very old"! The picture is actua...Mavin....LOL! I'm "very old"! The picture is actually much better in real life, but it's framed and hangs on my walls, and I scanned it through the glass! The house, in real life is really, really old....and has a thousand more stories to tell than I will ever know! I'm so proud of you! Keep it up, my talented friend! Clomping over in a little bit, to hopefully see the winners!<BR/><BR/>Eric....Too wild! Send~send! Take care, my friend, the porch light's always on.....Still sending prayers and good vibes....Wishing you the best....<BR/><BR/>Electric....This is the only way I'm going back, right here....like this....Kimbies and I tossed a gazillion more stories out in the wind tonight....Reading your words, I could almost see your eyes, and feel the wave.....like bumping into an old love that you still hold fairytaled to your heart....and then,....<BR/>well, you know, you were there....<BR/>it's just not the same....<BR/><BR/>Peace~love my friends.....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-38530961881888874132007-12-05T21:51:00.000-05:002007-12-05T21:51:00.000-05:00suchacoolcat....We led bohemian childhoods, we jus...suchacoolcat....We led bohemian childhoods, we just didn't know it, and yes, it was paradise.....I hope they've never paved it!<BR/><BR/>wreckless....Isn't it funny, how shaped we are by those walls, those stories, those days? And here it is a lifetime later, and in the telling, it's like yesterday....<BR/><BR/>Maithri....your house is "a very,very,very fine house" with angels in the yard.....Absolutely beautiful, my friend, I am in awe....<BR/>at your gift,<BR/>your spirit,<BR/>your blessedness....<BR/>And the power of believing....<BR/><BR/>Peace~love my friends.....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-34094591002773800692007-12-05T21:46:00.000-05:002007-12-05T21:46:00.000-05:00skinny....yeah, baby....freedom.....And silly me, ...skinny....yeah, baby....freedom.....<BR/>And silly me, I keep forgetting there's ten years between us, and my childhood and yours weren't in tandem....Bless you sweet baby sib, by the time you and Christina were racing the sidewalks on split wheeled big wheels, raising the spirits, we were off dancing on tables! ILYSVVM and have from that very first moment!<BR/><BR/>ultra.....Oh hell, that was you?:)You shoulda said so a long time ago! Much peace, little pirate!<BR/><BR/>Mary....:) We did have new spider bikes ONCE! And for one day only, Kimbies and I! They were scarfed up right away by the "steal-me-quicks" and every bike for every child in the family ever since was a spray painted handmedown or fetched from the sheriff's auction for a song! And that would be the beginning of the "decorate the bike" era.......still goin' on two generations later!:)<BR/><BR/>peace~love my friends<BR/>thank your house!singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-13249928180981732402007-12-05T21:34:00.000-05:002007-12-05T21:34:00.000-05:00That was vivid and lovely. Big house! Is it still ...That was vivid and lovely. Big house! Is it still out there? Would you go back and visit? Earlier this year, my father took me back to the house I grew up in. We just sat in the car outside it for a while, not saying anything. The garden was different, all the big trees were gone, extra walls were built in the intervening years, others were knocked down. I couldn't go back even if I wanted to - my childhood home didn't exist anymore.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16532403180123519635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-46767332474905618522007-12-05T20:42:00.000-05:002007-12-05T20:42:00.000-05:00Missing my super cool hippie connection so bad! I...Missing my super cool hippie connection so bad! <BR/><BR/>I can't wait to write some time soon. I wrote one tonight, but it really wasn't the best. We will need to have a porch party, you know it?<BR/><BR/>Thank you for your kind wishes, Singleton. I still have to check my email, but I figured I'd say high to you. Yep, at the college right now, saying hello to some people.<BR/><BR/>You know, right?eric1313https://www.blogger.com/profile/13807078704660045859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-22618574006155562892007-12-05T19:07:00.000-05:002007-12-05T19:07:00.000-05:00That house had 32 rooms!? Wow, good grief, all the...That house had 32 rooms!? Wow, good grief, all the more room to play around in I suppose, lol. It's amazing how a place you lived in for several years of your life gives you so many memories to hold on to and affects your life in certain ways to tie those memories you hold together that last forever. I loved how you remembered everything about the house and how it was setup and the memories you have there. The photo is a little dim but I can still the house which looks incredible and pretty. That must be a very old photo?<BR/><BR/><BR/>Take care Singy :D<BR/><BR/><BR/>PS - I'm a finalist in two photography contests!!! :DAcquaintancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06816358508196959473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-84192075961823992172007-12-05T14:49:00.000-05:002007-12-05T14:49:00.000-05:00My friend, I wanted to let you knowthat i wrote my...My friend, I wanted to let you know<BR/>that i wrote my Christmas post today ;) about another house that's special to me.<BR/><BR/>I'll take you there one day,<BR/><BR/>We'll dance, ;)<BR/><BR/>Love and infinte blessings, MMaithrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17039947095595430108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-48487029985286823102007-12-05T14:26:00.000-05:002007-12-05T14:26:00.000-05:00You write wonderfully.I wish I could express mysel...You write wonderfully.<BR/>I wish I could express myself as well.<BR/>I liked my childhood home a lot too. Great when you can remember good things like that. It sets a great foundation for your life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-23048749448135671902007-12-05T10:54:00.000-05:002007-12-05T10:54:00.000-05:00All of that and it's aesthetically beautiful too.All of that and it's aesthetically beautiful too.justacoolcathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13810655507426297986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-8693660381623319042007-12-05T07:52:00.000-05:002007-12-05T07:52:00.000-05:00That took me back. Only I didn't get the spider bi...That took me back. Only I didn't get the spider bike w/banana seat but I did get to ride my friends. And of course I managed the cards on the spokes of my old 1950's hand-me-down bike. But that's cool.<BR/>You tell it all with such beautiful, swirly, curly, magic language.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09454344516994289843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-31277457726035352882007-12-05T04:25:00.000-05:002007-12-05T04:25:00.000-05:00Ahhh..The halcyon days of childhood. If only mine ...Ahhh..<BR/><BR/>The halcyon days of childhood. If only mine were so glamourous.<BR/><BR/>I remember cycling around a grass triangle on a stabilised bike with an eye patch, hat and cardboard sword.<BR/><BR/>Oh, to be a junior jester pirate again...Ultra Toast Mosha Godhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05450892955592722188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-48468741679452349842007-12-04T22:53:00.000-05:002007-12-04T22:53:00.000-05:00BTW, I really don't recall Chanty Boy coming home,...BTW, I really don't recall Chanty Boy coming home, but I do remember Mom loading us up to go to Tally & the boys were sleeping & I was awake...skinnylittleblondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04948889861251533317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-75215151360601030542007-12-04T22:48:00.000-05:002007-12-04T22:48:00.000-05:00Busted flat in Baton Rouge,waitin' fer a train, fe...Busted flat in Baton Rouge,waitin' fer a train, feelin' nearly faded as my jeans...you don't need to change your dress, you don't need to change your shoes.go ahead, be wild & free...freedoms just another word for nothin'left to lose, nothin' don't mean nothin' if it ain't free...skinnylittleblondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04948889861251533317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-36728269487854436052007-12-04T21:36:00.000-05:002007-12-04T21:36:00.000-05:00sweetspado....and now I'm flooded....yup, silly li...sweetspado....<BR/>and now I'm flooded....<BR/>yup, silly little hippiechic <BR/>crying.....<BR/><BR/>climbing right into yesterday....<BR/><BR/>The kitchen,<BR/>skinny in the highchair<BR/>the car,<BR/>red ford fairlane,<BR/>the stereo purring long past bedtime.....<BR/><BR/>"Crimson and clover"....<BR/><BR/>over and over.....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-12065001254314787402007-12-04T21:30:00.000-05:002007-12-04T21:30:00.000-05:00Ahhh.......skinny.....must be the moon,the Christm...Ahhh.......skinny.....must be the moon,<BR/>the Christmas Coming,<BR/>the cold,<BR/>the dark so early in the day.....<BR/><BR/>Can you remember Chanty as a newborn? I was washed with that today......<BR/>the memory of the very day.....<BR/>the taunting by Earl the Mayor's son, <BR/>the sliding of my bike tire <BR/>on the still damp sidewalk,<BR/>sliding<BR/>sliding<BR/>sliding<BR/>sideways into his.......<BR/>"Your brother has water on the brain" he praddled<BR/>and my foot hit the concrete<BR/>and my skinny little fist<BR/>not quite twelve<BR/>hit his upperlip<BR/>the pudgy nostrils flaring<BR/>and <BR/>I knocked the hell out of him.....<BR/><BR/>"I heard you said that" I said<BR/>lifting the purple tangle<BR/>back into wheels<BR/>and burning rubber<BR/>back up the hilll....<BR/><BR/>I knew they would call....<BR/>"your kid hit mine"<BR/>so I parked it in the kitchen<BR/>under the wall phone<BR/>and chewed my fingernails<BR/><BR/>I wanted to take that call.....<BR/><BR/>Sweet Chanty boy,<BR/>with his mellon head<BR/>and crooked smile<BR/>and ten fingers,<BR/>yup,<BR/>count 'em,<BR/>all ten fingers,<BR/>not one longer than the other....<BR/><BR/>Sweet Chanty boy, <BR/>and then we were five.....singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-90739300597413891732007-12-04T21:16:00.000-05:002007-12-04T21:16:00.000-05:00SLB.... As we were looking through these pictures,...SLB.... As we were looking through these pictures, we had music playing. The 4 GB iPod, loaded with a zillion songs, going random out of our new Bose docking station was filling the kitchen and dining room full of music as old as the pictures. I shed a few tears today as I equated the song with a memory. Sad, melancholy, happy, didn't matter. Cleansing tears, good for the soul.<BR/><BR/>Allman Brothers, Melissa; Taj Mahal, Queen Bee; The reasons for the tears are inside.<BR/><BR/>Peace to all, really, everybody!Spadomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17781369901345409341noreply@blogger.com