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Just a little of nostalgia....

Sunday, February 13th, 2011 7 13 /02 / Fév /2011 12:59

Yesterday, the end of morning... On my PC,

Read my messages, answer, walk on blogs and sites.

In my bubble, the world can collapse, I would not notice it...

My Daughter Preferred in put the musical chaine...

I listen to without hearing(understanding,listening), that makes a background noise on which I hum nevertheless

( I hum all the time, that exasperates a lot of people but it is stronger than me!)

Then just like that, I begin to hum an air which I know

An air(sight) which I did not hear(understand) for at least 20 years,

An air(sight) which I had totally forgotten, buried somewhere...

An air(sight) which I listened to in buckle during my adolescence and which tore me the heart every time..

An air(sight) which pulled(fired) me and which always pulls(fires) me tears...

An air(sight) which a movie puts back(hands) with current tastes...

............

Here is what I heard(understood) yesterday

The air(sight) was there but the emotion was not the same....
Tap tap tap click....
I found the original,
The one who so moved me and who after continuous listening to turn(return) me as a crèpe....
Years passed, I have children....
I have 2 points of view now...
What what I felt in the time(period), it was the feelings of a teenager in the grip of the ill-being and of the doubt
I feels them always now, but I have in more the feelings of a mother who worries about her children who grow so fast and who one day will leave the nest.
The teenager did not die, I found him(it) yesterday, the adult was in quoted(esteemed) by Her.
All had tears in the eyes and the heart in marmalade
Turned(Returned) not by the resumption, but by the eccentric...
That you will discover here....
Can be is it the nostalgia, the bound(connected) memories(souvenirs), but it is the one there that I prefer....


Just enjoy in .......

Rendez-vous sur Hellocoton !

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: just a little of nostalgia....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Wednesday, March 24th, 2010 3 24 /03 / March /2010 15:32

I read an article on the blog of Quinceberry. She spoke about trains, about subways there.... She(it) finished her(its) article by these words

" Are you has person train? "

And there, I can only answer " YES! ". By reading its article, I left in past, the TGV(HST) and even the coral did not still exist. We again saw crossing(spending) railcars, you know the red reams(trains) which acted as TER(REGIONAL EXPRESS TRAIN) when one had had even yet no idea of it of the TER(REGIONAL EXPRESS TRAIN), that with the railcar, we went to everything tiny villages, even those where there was a quite small quite small tiny riquiquite station... And when she(it) passed, we said " yours here is the railcar of such hour " and then as I lived in quoted(esteemed) by a grade crossing in a very big part(party) of my life, one counted cars with the friends and later, we saw if we had found the same number of cars and when it was a passengers train, we made cuckoo to people who were in the train and they, they answered us.

When I was small, my maternal grandparents lived to Lescar, in quoted(esteemed) by Po (moreover to distinguish our maternal grandparents of our grandparents paternal, we said Grandma or Grandpa de Lescar and Grandpa d' Aubagne). Thus, at the moment, holidays, Grandma de Lescar came to look for me by train and one brought in all 2 by train. She could come often parceque Grandpa was a railroad employee and that that gave z' advantages of which that to travel gratos or almost... We returned at her by the night train, in a couchette. We slept top-to-tail in the same couchette, I liked(loved) not too much parcequ' there were the feet not far from my nose but it was enough to turn(shoot) and feet passed behind. Thus, a part(party) of the journey took place at night, rocked by the tchouc-tchouc-tchouc of the train. Before sleeping or the morning, we picniced in the train, later, ben we made what we wanted we could read, play, be made friends-friend of trains whom we never saw again(revised) later. We ran(roamed) in corridors(lanes), parceque in the time(period), it was trains with compartments with a corridor(lane) on the highly-rated, and when we wanted to circulate it was necessary to flatten against the wall by saying " forgiveness, excuse I..... " On the way out and on the way back. We could open windows also, they bent and we made steal our hair by making as if we took(brought) out the head. Down, he had written there that it was dangerous to bend "E pericoloso spogiersi".... When there was a train which crossed us he(it) honked to make cuckoo to the driver of our train and everybody jumped only by hearing(understanding) the horn, then we re - still jumped when the train passed in quoted(esteemed) by us. During the time(weather) of the journey, the car became as a small village, any small young... Everybody spoke to itself, shared a package of candies, cakes, helped " wait, I am going to help you line up/to lower your suitcase ". Above banquettes it skai green SNCF(French National Railway Company), there were ugly paintings(boards) of corners(places) of France which everybody messed but that decorated and then that felt(smelt) the train..... A funny mixture of smell, the skai of armchairs, the smell of people, the cigarette.... And then there was this stabbing noise, tchouc-tchouc-tchouc which(who) rocked us.... (During years, in my family we tried to reproduce the noise of the train, we had eventually found(eventually turned out) that best, it was keuleumeuneu, keuleumeuneu, keuleumeuneu, the quite good in rhythm).

By increasing(growing), I less took the train. Not specially need... I resumed(took back) him(it) in 89 to go to Orléans and on the way back, I had the cabin for me alone, I lengthened(stretched out) on the banquette, I read, I slept, I liked. In 96, I have make Caen-Lyon by way of Le Mans with my 2 children.... My son had 3 months. In Le Mans, I had a sir who waited for me to help me to lower(to go down) my baby carriage, to make me cross(spend) the way with my convoy and me make go back up(raise,go back up) in my train of correspondence.... Great Cro!!!! By getting on the train, I realized that places reserved for my daughter and I were to milieur of ream(train) zutalors, what I make of my son in his baby carriage??? Even not he(it) passes in the corridor(lane) due to wanting to win of the place(square), we lose it quoted(esteemed) practice. I took my most beautiful smile and I asked the persons near the door if we could change place(square) so that I can have my baby carriage in quoted(esteemed) by me.... They could not, they had to watch their luggage, I had that to leave my baby carriage in the sieve(airlock) with my son inside..... The idiots (moreover if you recognize, know that I am almost mistaken to you always so much 14 years later I wish you that one day somebody made cross(spend) its suitcases before your wheelchair!). Fortunately, the strength was with me, and a gentile to controleur (that its road is decorated with flowers for the rest of its life) Which(Who) passed there by sheer luck, installed(settled) us all 3 in an empty ream(train) voui voui a whole ream(train) for us alone. A mom and her children joined us, I put the nacelle of my landeau on a banquette little to part so that my beloved baby sleeps soundly, the children played, ran(roamed) in the ream(train) (as a result, nobody dared to enter while the train was crammed!) and one in chatted all the length it was as when I was small (without I was big) and I liked.

In 2005, I resumed(took back) him(it) to go in Burgundy more cabins, a big room with heights of armchair to win of the place(square), 7 hour of train be completely squeezed(tightened) in my armchair.... I read all the length, I hated there was not more than a keuleumeuneu.....

I believe that I did not resume(take back) the train since, I not did not need it but I always like(love) that of when I was small and also park them.... I love stations also but that it is another history(story)!

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: just a little of nostalgia....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Monday, September 14th, 2009 1 14 /09 / frog /2009 18:22
When I was small, towards 7/8 the years, my Mom left 15 days with my sisters and my brother.... As I I went at primary school, it was not question which I miss one day of class and I thus stayed at home with my Dad..... I have little memories(souvenirs) of my childhood and my adolescence, sometimes some go back up(raise) with a word, a gesture(movement), a smell but this period there, I remember it well parceque, for me, girl, that has summer, 15 fantastic days.... I went to the cinema for the 1st time of my life to see " Aristochats " (those there, I keep(guard) them at the bottom of my heart!) And then, there was a book that was called " The pastime "..... I liked this book, it was full of brilliant things to be made and inside, there were birds-moon it was balls of painted plastic arts and the rhodoïd.... When there were some, that made a motive(mobile) of all the colors.... We made some some with my Dad..... I do not remember if we made the other things, birds-moons really stayed in me.... I remember that I liked going through this book and looking at all that I could make if only I knew how to make....

Yesterday, I went to an attic sale. I found a schedule(diary) of 1935 in great state.... I like that... I gave my euro to the lady and I was going to leave when I saw that which trainait on the ground that that????

That!!!



I added 0.50 hundred (she would have been able to sell him(it) to me so more if she had known!!!!) and I left between 70 and 72 I do not know any more.... Again I had 7/8 the years and I dreamed in front of the family about plastic bottle, about the owl in carnation(eyelet), birds-moon (I discovered that it was about fishes-moon me in madmen, for me, it will always be birds the moons), flowers in hooks, paper, the iron fish of shoes and full of the others.....

Sometimes, the happiness, it is just enough to look on the ground to find him(it)....

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: just a little of nostalgia....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Friday, September 11th, 2009 5 11 /09 / frog /2009 13:50
3 years ago, when I got up in the morning, I did not imagine in which this day would remain one of the worst that I was able to connaitre.....

3 years ago, Sacha, the cat which had the frizzy ears, left to the veterinarian. I took him(it) serenely by thinking that he(it) had got it all wrong a small end of something in the throat(breast), what had made him(it) swell suddenly.... I did not certainly imagine that I would return without him....



Sacha, it was my cat of love. He(it) welcomed me in the morning and had breakfast with me.... Finally, me had breakfast and pricked me to him(her) small ends of butter.... If that did not go rather fast, a small blow of paw in quoted(esteemed) by my bowl for me rapeller in the order.... It was the one that came to snuggle up on my feet when I settled down in the sofa and the evening, settled down on my stomach to sleep while I watched TV. To go to lie down(to go to bed), he(it) waited for me in staircases, rose with me and wound against my stomach to cross(spend) the night. It was my big father who came to see me to be caliner before eating.... Sacha, it was my Cat with Grand C.....

After him, I did not want any more a cat during almost 2 years.... I had never lived without cat but to return the other one in the house, that would have been to betray him(it).... Luna arrived in July, 2008.... I was say that can be, I would find the same sensations as with Sacha.... It is not Sacha.... As the persons, the cats are unique(only) and Sacha was him(her) even more than the others.....

There is in the warmth, there, everything at the bottom of my heart.... I do not forget him(it).... It is a soft memory(souvenir) which sometimes returns to me, the sweetness of its fur, the smell of the stomach, its way of being, our mutual attachment.... It was Sacha, I liked(loved) him(it), I still like(love) him(it)... Wherever he(it) is now....

By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: just a little of nostalgia....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Thursday, May 21st, 2009 4 21 /05 / May /2009 23:43
AAAAhhhh, collage(sticking).....
I have just made an exchange of e-mail on this matter and that has me to rapeller full of memories(souvenirs)....

I was always persuaded that I knew how to make nothing of my 10 fingers (those of the hands I want to say!).... It is the thing(matter) which I have trainée for a long time and which even now sometimes paralyzes me, when I want to experiment something again..... In brief....

When I was small, my Dad taught the photography by more or less long training courses to which I was sometimes invited (supreme honor of which I was extrémement proud this say very seriously!)
Making of the photography, he liked the images and eventually throw(launch,dash) a day into collages(stickings) cutting magazines, a tube of glue in the hand, he spent hours to look for the place(square) of such or such room(part,play) by pinning one, replacing her(it) by the other one, until reach(affect) the perfect balance.... I I liked looking at these multiple images being transformed into the only one, the more beautiful various still than all these taken images séparemment.

One day, I wanted to make as him he(it) gave me a feuiile, a tube of glue and magazines to be cut.... I do not know any more which age I had around ten years I believe..... I took scissors, I cut pieces of paper, images and I the stuck ais.... I have of to make the second, then the third I do not know any more, it is buried everything at the bottom of me..... There is 2/3 the years, during a move, he(it) found him(it) the first one I think I do not know any more really.... And he(it) gave him(it) to me. My very first collage(sticking).... I tidied up him(it) so although I do not know any more where but I am on that he(it) is not far... One day I would show him(it) to you. It is child's collage(sticking), a heap of images he(it) is important for me parcequ' it is a reminder(abseiling) that I knew always how to make about things with my 10 fingers.... I had just forgotten him(it).... I have to rerelease him(it) not to forget any more.... We so fast made forget the capacities which we possess to focus on those who miss us....
By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: just a little of nostalgia....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Tuesday, July 1st, 2008 2 01 /07 / July /2008 14:43
Already in ........

15 years ago almost hours for hours and minutes by minutes, my daughter arrived with 7 days of delay.... Nothing less....

15 years ago, I became a Mom with a big M. in ........

15 years ago, I lived, not only one of the most beautiful days of my life but also, one of the hardest, parcequ' hardly arrived, my pépette restarted towards another hospital and what its first 3 weeks were not of the most pink.....

15 years already I try to turn around and to see where they are run away I do not know.... They are so fast spent....

15 years during which my frog became my pucette, my flea(chip) during whom(which) it grew so fast to become a most attractive girl of all with its small independent character which hides all the same this need to come be caliner from time to time with its tastes little to part of those the others for not merge not especially in the mass even if sometimes, her(it) préfèrerais that we do not see her(it).....

Parceque the 15-year-old butterflies like they can smooth out their wings quietly, without being hastened, shielded from the predators of quite hairs (z' and feathers)

15 years of enjoyments, punishments(efforts), laughter, tears, doubts, certainties 15 years which I want to hold(retain) but which(who) continue to take off between my fingers ......

15 years when 2, us are crossed(spent) in 3.....

15 years when I like(love) him(it) with all my heart and every day a little more...
By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: just a little of nostalgia....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Saturday, June 21st, 2008 6 21 /06 / June /2008 16:14
During the challenge " house of fairy tales ", I do not know any more which(who) hinted at a book which made go back up(raise) a part(party) of my childhood to the surface..... It is a book of Countess de Ségur " " chosen Tales ".
To tell the truth, I did not remember any more this book, I remembered the others, Sophie's misfortunes ", model girls ", " The reports(memoirs) of a donkey " and so many the others who(which) enchanted my childhood

Except thus, yesterday, before going to the school, looking for my schtroumpfinets, I decide to cross(spend) by COURSES(CAPES). COURSES(CAPES), if I am not mistaken, it are the shop-attic sale of Restaurants du Coeur to Albertville. I wanted to see if I could find a pasta hatch and a cheap petit four to play with the fimo.... No, z' had not but by returning towards the entrance(entry) (who moreover is to be also the exit(release)) I am slowly spent by heights of paths abounding in treasures among which a which whispered me in the ear " look I, looks I, I am kept silent there saw me? Take I with you... "

This treasure, here he/it is.... You consider in it you at random???


By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: just a little of nostalgia....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Friday, June 20th, 2008 5 20 /06 / June /2008 11:26
Yesterday evening, at the end of the year at Fanyda.... The end of very special year because she(it) also marks the end of her(its) courses(prices).... At the start of the school year(in autumn), we shall be orphan..... She will not be any more our professor, the one who guides us nicely, friendly, with grace(favor) and always with the smile....

I passed 2 years with her, to follow his(her,its) education(teaching), to sweat in its attractive room, to laugh, to work all this is finished.... I do not want to regret him(it), to think of what it will be later, I want to remember good moments, to keep(guard) the happiness which I was able to have to meet this great(tall) lady, to have been able to take courses(prices) with her..... Parcequ' in the end(final), it is good what counts.... All the happiness that you, Fanyda, kept silent was able to give us.

He(It) adorned that Fanyda, that want to say sugar refinery, candy(candy store) it is everything has make what she(it) is..... To see her(it) dancing is a delight which puts me with tears in the eyes, graceful, scamp, comedienne playing with her public or his pupils, charmer, the sweetness up to the fingertips. If distant by his(her,its) talent and so close by its humanity..... Comprehensive of our fears, our pupils' fears and at the same time pulling(firing) us upward to get closer to stars just a little, so little..... I am there so far....

If big and so humble at once(at the same time)..... Big by the talent, by its dance, by what she(it) is...
Humble to have known how to stay with us, a little as a big sister who takes the hand of the youngest to guide her(it) on the humble road to have known how to remain she(it), in an environment(middle) where the success rises fast to the head, where caterpillars think that they are butterflies before having known how to extract of their chrysalis, we had a magnificent butterfly who knows that the biggest are not it parcequ' they fly above from the others but rather parceque of the sky where they sometimes fly away, they know how to get down again and give what they received....

I can just thank you for all moments crossed(spent) with you, say to you that these two years with you were a delight and kept silent is in my heart for ever ......
By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: just a little of nostalgia....
A tit gazouillage???
- See the chirpings
Saturday, May 31st, 2008 6 31 /05 / May /2008 12:22
My favorite son plays at the moment with a small book " to articulate well ", filled(performed) with sentences quite more difficult to pronounce the some that the others kind(genre) " the socks of the archduchess..... " And then " paper, basket, piano " (try that there, she(it) is terrible inside, we find an extract of Boby Lapointe " your katy left you ". I have him(her) make listen to, that made go back up(raise,go back up) full of things in me, there was a period when I knew him(it) by heart and where I roared his(her,its) songs in my bath, under my shower or somewhere else, just for the pleasure of the words which get involved, become entangled, twist themselves..... I remember where from I pull(fire) this taste, sometimes doubtful, to play with the words, this envy(urge) sometimes brulante to finish a sentence by a cacahouette pirouette which would not be included and what I sometimes contains, where from comes the laughter which rises when I say " whom(that) while forging one becomes a smith and whom(that) while sawing Léonard de Vinci ".
I understand where from come to me my shape of humor, so particular, which only some persons collide above and do not need a critical analysis of a text later....

Tribute to a Big Sir...


By Viscountess Sheshire Kitten - Published in: just a little of nostalgia....
A tit gazouillage??? - See the chirpings

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