31st
January
2018
Congratulations to all of you who sat through the great Teleprompter Performance, last evening. I didn’t, but the press brought me the highlights this morning, in keeping with fine theater. The fact checkers have done due diligence, and the fictional core was up to par. Now, looking forward; can this be the last performance by this reality TV host? Please?
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30th
January
2018
My view of life has been one that puts location before all other aspects. Where do you live? In my case, I have a list.
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29th
January
2018
I think I’ll hit the pause control after this episode. After all, with the first decade coming to a close, and our idyllic Island existence about to take a shift to a new map, the timing is right. But first, some closure.
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28th
January
2018
About the same time that I was starting to understand this education game, the rule makers threw a curve ball my way. And I, unaware of the bases ahead, hit it. You see, when we went home for the Easter pause during my second year, my parents received a message from the teacher requesting that they buy me more text books. The ones for next year…
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27th
January
2018
During the hiatus following my first year of formal education, I actually changed schools. Between a location one mile to the west and one mile to the east, there’s not a lot of difference… for an adult. For me, I went from a three room to a two room school. Still required getting a ride to and from with my father (except for a few, odd days when I walked home).
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26th
January
2018
After spending the winter in the city, our new home was finally ready. Correction: almost ready. The house was built before WW1, but the kitchen required serious renovations. Putting in cupboards, actually. I am unsure what previous tenants had done, but there we were, with the fresh odours of sawdust and paint as part of the package.
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25th
January
2018
Carrying along from yesterday, when we moved to a new railway station. We were there for a couple of years, but my best memory was from the day that I set the chicks free.
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24th
January
2018
My first home was actually owned by my parents. They didn’t make that mistake again for another decade. You see, one of the perks of railway employment (for the fortunate ones) involved housing provided as part of the the “package”. The station agent would bid on a better job, based on seniority, and take whatever was offered. And so, by the time of my third birthday, we had moved. Down the line. Into the next village, which also came with a store big enough to sell tea by the box.
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23rd
January
2018
The flood of memories continues. You have to accept that my first few years were not verbal, so if the recall seems simple… that’s the way it works. I was a handsome kid, based on a photograph that surfaced recently, and my clothes were in shades of grey. No, hold on, that’s because the photo was one of those snapshots that came out of the local photo developer’s counter. We had a Kodak Brownie camera, and the colour film was expensive.
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22nd
January
2018
Perhaps I should take a few moments and introduce myself. No need for a name; I’m much more a product of place. Places. In looking back, my childhood was devoted to changing addresses. That given, let’s go all the way back. To a time when there were no words.
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