tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post3505705280850462439..comments2024-03-01T07:24:14.288+10:00Comments on Jeanie in Paradise: When I was a Girljeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322709527738134797noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post-5321405104408887942013-03-28T22:11:04.489+10:002013-03-28T22:11:04.489+10:00Being a boy in Spain? Oh well, what could I say?
W...Being a boy in Spain? Oh well, what could I say?<br />We are talking about many years ago, during the 60s and 70s, and I think I could not have a better childhood than I had.<br />I guess life in Spain for a boy was not that different from any other European country, except for the fact that at school boys and girls were in different clasrooms, so girls were for us some kind of a wonderful and unknown world.<br />We used to get together out of the school, and during holidays season, and I can remember how I enjoyed discovering that unknown world.<br />Life at home was around the family, mine was very funny, we were 4 siblings at home, and besides our parents, our grandmother lived with us, as well.<br />When I was 4, and until I was 9, we used to spend our holidays in a beautiful place. My parents rented a house in a small village close to the mountains, and I remember that every year, the first working day of July, I was watching through my bedroom window, waiting for the truck that had to pick all our baggage and rest of stuff, to go to our wonderful holidays place where we would be staying for three months......I still can remember the excitement of those moments!<br />When I was 10 my parents bought a small beatiful house in other village not very far from there, and we started to spend our holidays in that new place......it was a nice time that I spent there, but never was the same, I would never remember my first holidays!<br />And don't think I can tell you much more.....of course there are many things I could say about my younghood, but that could fill a whole book and it would be extremely tired to do it now hahaha! but yo can ask me if you are really interested, of course. ;-)<br />Agusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post-7605379211152015282013-03-28T06:57:40.929+10:002013-03-28T06:57:40.929+10:00But Agus, they would still be interesting to those...But Agus, they would still be interesting to those who have no concept of what being a boy in Spain would have been like.jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17322709527738134797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post-468683955404349242013-03-28T02:27:16.998+10:002013-03-28T02:27:16.998+10:00I was not a girl, but a boy, and my memories would...I was not a girl, but a boy, and my memories would not tell you many interesting things.<br />However, I enjoyed reading your post. Best wishes from Spain, just around the corner, you know. ;-)Agusnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post-87788243682768908062013-03-11T08:55:02.994+10:002013-03-11T08:55:02.994+10:00*stay AWAKE. sigh.
*stay AWAKE. sigh.<br />Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post-26901687294553604942013-03-11T08:54:15.733+10:002013-03-11T08:54:15.733+10:00I love that line: sleep for Australia. We used to ...I love that line: sleep for Australia. We used to laugh at my father. He could never stay away for the television, and would always doze off, but if you tried to turn to one of the other two channels, he'd snort awake and yell, "HEY, I'm watching that!!!" I guess you could say that he could sleep for America.<br />Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post-3158021345563471682013-03-10T21:05:31.344+10:002013-03-10T21:05:31.344+10:00BB - funny that. And no, never 24 hours at a sitt...BB - funny that. And no, never 24 hours at a sitting while I was a kid - no matter how I may have tried (and is apparently the reason that I am short-sighted!)<br /><br />Debby - I was going to say Dad was never mad at us, but there were times we pushed his buttons - that being said, if we were home from school we were rarely home - often, as BB said, he had us out in the paddocks working. He could sleep for Australia in the recliner most nights and nothing would wake him save the closing music of whatever program with a request for a precis of the program!jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17322709527738134797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post-84589217848118250172013-03-10T11:29:25.157+10:002013-03-10T11:29:25.157+10:00I should point out that my winter memories and sum...I should point out that my winter memories and summer memories are distinctly different. In the winter when we had school, my father slept while we were in school and generally was on his way out the door by the time that we got home. In the summer he slept days, and we simply made ourselves scarce as hen's teeth. Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post-5576377610385370122013-03-10T11:26:22.642+10:002013-03-10T11:26:22.642+10:00It would appear that BB's sister and I have so...It would appear that BB's sister and I have something in common. We lived in the woods. We had TV in the summer (three channels), and rarely in the winter, the antenna being up on a mountain behind our house. The squirrels gnawed through the wire on a regular basis and we spent many a day walking up that slope with a roll of electrical tape looking for bare wires. In the winter, it was not possible to make that trip. I went to the same 4 room school that my father had gone to, and I had some of the same teachers. My mother did not drive, and my father was never home. We children walked into town once every two weeks in the summer to get books from the bookmobile, and the beautiful lady always set a book aside especially for me. I remember that to get there, we had to cross a railroad trestle that scared the bejeebers out of me, because I was afraid of heights and you could see the creek flowing far below. And my siblings would get so aggravated because it took me so long to get across the trestle. When I got home, I would gorge on books, reading and reading and reading until I was actually sick from reading so much. I remember that we spent long hours in the woods or building 'haunted houses' underneath a bridge on our road because my father slept days, and if he did not sleep well and you were anywhere around, it was automatically your fault. So we'd get up in the morning, pack peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, grab a gallon jug of koolaid from the freezer, and spend the day as far from home as we could get. And blackberries! The blackberries were enormous and you'd get scratched all to heck, but they were totally worth the scars! That's what I remember. Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531125606268748793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37871177.post-74273097585325777662013-03-10T09:24:59.897+10:002013-03-10T09:24:59.897+10:00Amazingly my recollections are very similar to you...Amazingly my recollections are very similar to yours... especially the camera film bits!! LOL. Will add that weekends were filled with jobs and mustering - no videos, no game consols, although my sister could read for more than 24 hours at a sitting!! ♥BBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14985371070644061676noreply@blogger.com