tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post3555577411596155153..comments2024-03-27T13:32:06.780-02:30Comments on The Other Side of Eighty: Remembrance on a Landscape of Snow and FogWisewebwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-44943752383981628362019-02-03T15:02:12.885-03:302019-02-03T15:02:12.885-03:30Many of his children are haunted by it, it takes y...Many of his children are haunted by it, it takes years to shed the deeper scars.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-46979578104855640902019-02-03T15:01:34.984-03:302019-02-03T15:01:34.984-03:30Before his passing. After therapy which emphasized...Before his passing. After therapy which emphasized the child-Dad so I grew to understand his own childhood. It was difficult as he was truly fairly unlovable.<br /><br />XO<br />WWW<br /><br />Wisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-179251114036046692019-01-21T07:02:26.759-03:302019-01-21T07:02:26.759-03:30What a severe childhood — or at least this event t...What a severe childhood — or at least this event that you’ve described. Joaredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03155775053108104385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-27123103232539459872019-01-16T21:49:38.793-03:302019-01-16T21:49:38.793-03:30No supper and no allowance doesn't sound worth...No supper and no allowance doesn't sound worth it to me but then I grew up in a different kind of household so maybe my appreciation of a moment like that is not so great.<br /><br />I'm pleased to know that you now understand your dad and by your tone I take it he is forgiven. I wonder did that happen before his passing or after?kyliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08964475783207438103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-81771884218564937522019-01-15T21:25:07.738-03:302019-01-15T21:25:07.738-03:30Yes you should write about them Ramana, I remember...Yes you should write about them Ramana, I remember your father living with you, the old codger, you were so kind to him.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-6396479528580130772019-01-15T09:19:39.127-03:302019-01-15T09:19:39.127-03:30Of course it was worth it! I would have done exac...Of course it was worth it! I would have done exactly that. I have had my own brushes with my old man, and this inspires me to come up with some though none would be with snow in the background!Rummuserhttp://rummuser.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-59488277660007175272019-01-14T11:30:48.220-03:302019-01-14T11:30:48.220-03:30He was Jean. He had good qualities too but he was ...He was Jean. He had good qualities too but he was extraordinarily difficult to live with with many kids and a small house.<br /><br />I played snow forts with my kids, etc. Loads of fun. I made up for it.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-72767691919954477242019-01-14T01:21:40.293-03:302019-01-14T01:21:40.293-03:30Your dad sounds like he was a tough task master. I...Your dad sounds like he was a tough task master. I think years ago many men didn't know any other way to be. <br /><br />I have lots of memories of playing in the snow...building snow forts, sledding, snowball fights, ice skating, ice fishing, snowmobiling and skiing but we rarely just walking around in the winter for the sake of going for a walk.Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-48461959467726840052019-01-13T21:01:19.057-03:302019-01-13T21:01:19.057-03:30I agree SAW, it was a man with many undealt with i...I agree SAW, it was a man with many undealt with issues and childhood traumas and I do believe he was terrified of showing affection.<br /><br />We all bear scars in one way or another.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-91000258944447342992019-01-13T17:04:29.290-03:302019-01-13T17:04:29.290-03:30Sure, worth it. But how miserable must your Dad ha...Sure, worth it. But how miserable must your Dad have been to make going for a snowy walk such a regimented, humorless past-time. There are so many people how ought never have become parents.Secret Agent Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07564690116156754219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-90429556101174215162019-01-13T00:17:41.408-03:302019-01-13T00:17:41.408-03:30They are not in my favourite memories scrapbook, R...They are not in my favourite memories scrapbook, River. My father was a harsh disciplinarian. And put the fear of god in all of us.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-41682405076172755882019-01-12T23:50:05.006-03:302019-01-12T23:50:05.006-03:30Those walks seem rather harsh to me, to not be all...Those walks seem rather harsh to me, to not be allowed even to feel the snow. <br />I don't remember ever being sent to bed without supper/dinner.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-48375729176008598472019-01-12T23:04:50.633-03:302019-01-12T23:04:50.633-03:30Ah we share the master of the house upbringing. It...Ah we share the master of the house upbringing. It made tiny rebellions all the sweeter. I understand my father today but it took therapy and a lot of work.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-8568009647846773282019-01-12T23:03:19.565-03:302019-01-12T23:03:19.565-03:30My dad had his moments Candace and the times I had...My dad had his moments Candace and the times I had with him before all my siblings arrived I cherish. Lovely that you had these playful times with your dad.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-75482034602346081602019-01-12T23:01:42.991-03:302019-01-12T23:01:42.991-03:30You bet Gemma, always the rule breaker. I think my...You bet Gemma, always the rule breaker. I think my father was terrified of children. He was the baby of 6 and overprotected.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-31604627347927446382019-01-12T23:00:37.011-03:302019-01-12T23:00:37.011-03:30"Snow blindness is a painful, temporary loss ..."Snow blindness is a painful, temporary loss of vision due to overexposure to the sun's UV rays. The medical term for snow blindness is photokeratitis ("photo" = light; "keratitis" = inflammation of the cornea). Essentially, snow blindness is caused by a sunburned eye — or more specifically, a sunburned cornea."<br /><br />Oh boy you must have suffered, T. I remember seeing a beautiful film "Fast Runner" about the Inuit and how they fashioned a form of blinker to prevent this from happening. I recommend the film.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-40143924836877333682019-01-12T22:57:39.610-03:302019-01-12T22:57:39.610-03:30Always a lovely sight, Gigi, covering the world in...Always a lovely sight, Gigi, covering the world in a fresh blanket.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-32325799408823928532019-01-12T16:28:44.269-03:302019-01-12T16:28:44.269-03:30No snow memories from my childhood. Too many memo...No snow memories from my childhood. Too many memories of a dictatorial progenitor.<br />LOVE that snow scene. And your rebellion - well worth the price.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-53556620274885901442019-01-12T14:38:37.452-03:302019-01-12T14:38:37.452-03:30I have so many snow memories but my best is of whe...I have so many snow memories but my best is of when I was barely 8 y/o my Dad taking me sledding AFTER DINNER, while it was still snowing! We went to an empty hill in the cemetery and my Dad and his friend took turns pulling me back up the hill and letting me fly back down on a red sled again and again. Just me! I was so lucky to have my Dad.<br />I am sorry for those who were not so fortunate for there is such a safe and loved feeling that lasts all your life when you have a loving father different from your mom.Candacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04728224499293623221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-8763580578776629232019-01-12T14:13:45.995-03:302019-01-12T14:13:45.995-03:30Life long rebellious. ;)Life long rebellious. ;)Gemma's personhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02740156670047388540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-78636525107708336442019-01-12T14:06:34.915-03:302019-01-12T14:06:34.915-03:30You painted some sweet pictures in words there, WW...You painted some sweet pictures in words there, WWW! My main memory of snow, in childhood, is of suffering "snow blindness", on particularly bad winter, in the 1940s, in East Yorkshire. I remember having to lie on the settee with a chiffon scarf tied around my eyes. I've not even heard of that affliction since. :)Twilighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14138621610593773784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-48638979227203356352019-01-12T14:05:05.510-03:302019-01-12T14:05:05.510-03:30Your father was so domineering. Oh, my. I first ...Your father was so domineering. Oh, my. I first saw snow in Zurich, Switzerland in November 1969 when I was 23 years old. Thrilling to watch it falling, but it was so cold.gigihawaiihttp://gigihawaii.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-43746355951436612482019-01-12T12:47:12.105-03:302019-01-12T12:47:12.105-03:30Thanks for this Joanne. I totally forgot the shoe ...Thanks for this Joanne. I totally forgot the shoe inspections of my father to make sure the laces were tied properly. He also did home repairs on them. There was a company, Phillips, which made toe and heel rubbers to extend the life of the shoes. Imagine filing away the name of the manufacture!<br /><br />You were brilliant at 4 to master the fine art of shoelace tying.<br /><br />XO<br />WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-64690615024055777132019-01-12T12:04:46.608-03:302019-01-12T12:04:46.608-03:30The "he" is my dad. Being called away in...The "he" is my dad. Being called away in the middle of a paragraph really requires a proof reading on returning, in order to continue.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14874528.post-83256586658990472592019-01-12T12:02:58.661-03:302019-01-12T12:02:58.661-03:30My grandmother was a daughter of Cork. She taught ...My grandmother was a daughter of Cork. She taught me to tie my shoes, one overhand knot after another, until there was just a flapping tail. Maybe I was three. The next time he encountered me trying to tie a shoe I struggled with what I'd seen grown up's do, to no avail. "Damn shoe won't tie, dammit!" I said over and over. He taught me on the spot to tie my shoes. I was four.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.com