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MY REMINISCENCES OF MY CHILDHOOD ERA. Remembering our childhood era or the best years of our age, bring us joyful or sad memories at some times of our life. At our golden age now , it may happen once a while or several times. To me, it does happen many a time, specially when I look at the souvenirs of my elders, remembering the lovely days we had, listen to old songs of my childhood and my teens. Lots of things which I still remember and which pass through my mind occasionally, remembrances which the memory cannot erase. This morning, while listening to an old french song called " La maison ou j'ai grandi/ The house where I grew up". It has really stirred up my thoughts, brought tears to my eyes. Taking me back to decades ago, remembering the house of my childhood, where I was born and grown up. That colonial house, with lots of square glass panes making up the veranda, the high wooden shutters of the bedrooms windows and doors and its bardo/wooden shingles roof. Hibiscus, ferns and other flowers such as begonias, ginger flowers, exotic plumerias, heliconias, geraniums and hortencia, adorned the front of the house, with the old trees in the garden, which provided us much shadow to play and to relax under. At the back yard, we had a small space for vegetables and spices, there was no chemical fertilizers but manure was used and ash was to protect the vegs against insects. People were healthier than now. Everything was grown naturally. We had a few local hens and a rooster and some eggs daily from them. We also had a and two cats. Mum was fond of the cats. I was fond of my and of the chicks, I liked watching them hatching. I remember my childhood friends, boys and girls of my neighborhood, from different races and faiths. We all played together with such an innocence and purity. We were naive and loved one another as brothers and sisters. We shared what we had, foods, drinks, fruits, sweets, books and toys. There were no zealotry or fanaticism, no racism or discrimination among us. Life was so simple and joyful. We were not that rich but moderate and satisfied with what we had. Sincerity, Faithfulness, Respect and solidarity primed during our learning and teaching by our elders and of course while schooling. We were not exceptional but this was how we were grown up during childhood. In the evening, we used to gather around Grandma listening to her moral stories and got her rewards (sweets, biscuits, jellies and ginger cakes) for our good behaviors. Now, when I pass by the the place where I grew up, not a single souvenir is there to be seen. Where are the house, the flowers, the trees, Which I so loved and enjoyed, they have all gone. They exist no more, and my little friends are all gown. Where are the laughter, the joy and the cry of that life? They have all vanished and distanced over the time It's sad to think that all should end as time goes by. Tears rolled in my eyes when I noticed the changed. When I left the place of my childhood, I only thought it would remain the place which was dear to my heart. All these are souvenirs last and can never part. Time has passed, I look in vain for the house of childhood. Where is everything which I held on. No trace of any wood. A high-rise stands and other people have taken the place New sight, high fences and unknown different faces Downhearted I was, my eyes blinked and fixedly I looked, in search of the place where I had spent my lovely childhood. During my later age, I got married and went abroad with my hubby, In several countries, until retirement, we came back to my country. Having a style residence, with all new comforts, making one happy, Yes, am happy with but at times all the past revives in my memory, Remembering all what was also part of my life, which was also good, Specially the time, the place, all but mainly the house of my childhood. I just wanted to offload these feelings of mine by a narration on this blog. I hope it will be a pleasant one for you. Thank you for your time, your read and your views. Happy reading. Sincerely Lisa.              |
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I had posted some memories of my childhood and teen years also. The last one was about a recurring dream I was having of a deep desire of see the last house we live in, specially inside. In the last dream I saw it and awoke with tears. We had almost all that kind of flowers, too. To me, those years were the best of my life! Thanks for the blog, Lisa. You touched my heart again.   Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.(Khalil Gibran)
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Lovely touching heartfelt blog Lisa. Thanks for sharing your childhood memories with us .Such beautiful flowers, love them
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JKH hi, Thanks for your appreciation, nice reading from you. Wishing you a pleasant weekend. Thanks again. Lisa.
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Hey Tom, hi, Thanks for your visit and your kind words which are very much appreciated. It was my own feeling since long, to post about my childhood era, at least am satisfied to have done it. Thanks again Tom and enjoy a nice weekend. Lisa.
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Lucy my dear lady, hello, With the difference of time between mine and yours there, I sometimes seem to be late in responding to the comments but however I never miss to do so. Am so pleased for your comments for which I thank you. Really, at times all the souvenirs of our past resurfaces in our mind. It's however nice to always remember our youth age, even if it may be sad but joyfully we cherish whatever we have gone through. The past can never be forgotten at all Lucy. It's a part of our story. Thank you again dear L:ucy. I wish you a fine weekend with all of yours.  Lisa.
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Charming Maudie, hello, Noticeably, you never miss any of my blogs, that's great!! Am so delighted reading from you always. Your feelings and appreciation of my posts render me so happy as well, my dear Maudie. I thank you for all. Have a wonderful weekend with your family and enjoy it. My kind regards to you. Lisa.
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Hank hi, Thank you so much for all your kind words and appreciation of my above blog. It's true, Hank, the memories of our childhood can never be forgotten. Whatever our age, our situation and status now, the good and even any bad times we have gone through during our youth, cannot be erased from our memory. It's a part of our life. We revive it all through our life, it gives us examples comparatively. We cannot know of our future but we've known of our past. There are lots and lots of our past, we can remember and reveal, Anyhow, it's a part of our destiny too. Thanks again Hank, I will post other events later on. Enjoy your weekend. God bless you too Hank. Lisa.
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Ah, JKH, re-hi, No JKH, these are not roses but Hortensia also called Hydrangea. They come in different colors also, as you can see on the photos. There are those of light blue, pink, dark blue, white, they are all very nice really and has its season too. Thanks for your interest. Enjoy your weekend. Lisa.
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Lisa, MLD Thanks for telling something that you did not tell me before This piece will surely help me to describe the girlhood more accurately. Have a nice day, MLD .You seem to have many admirers! May be they could have imagine you hanging on the branch of the tall tree grown in the garden! I have added the story though. Thanks once again for uploading this great blog, my MLD.
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JKH, hi again, Thanks for your coming back again on this blog of mine and also for your admiration of these particular flowers, the Hydrangea also called Hortensia. Thanks and have a nice day. Lisa.
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Looklook dear, hello, How glad I am, reading from you on this blog of mine. Your visit and nice comments are noticeable even being once a while. I do though appreciate them joyfully, MBN and I thank you so much for your appreciation. Yes, there are many things of my youth which I haven't revealed on here of course, maybe gradually I'll do. Have I many admirers?, perhaps!!. But all are friendly and respect me very much as I do them too. Isn't better to be liked than to be hated??. As I am of a nature to avoid confrontation with anyone as much as I can. I am tolerable to a certain point as you know. Am not an angel and not trying to be as such also. I am as I've always been but trying always to do my best for sure. Besides, I do not, nor am I hanging on any branch of any tree in the garden, cause am afraid to fall down and get hurt,  . Better be on the firm ground than to be hanging in the air!! . " Wisdom is a great virtue!!".Thank you again Looklook MBN, I wish you a wonderful day in every way. Keep well, happy and cheer up. With my best regards, Lisa. 
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Lisa,MLD Thanks for your response. May be, you have forgotten what you had said to me long before about hanging on the branch of a tree in the garden while playing with your multiracial friends! Perhaps , you learned that day after you fell down on the hard ground that it was not wise to hang on the branch of a tree! We always learn things in hard way, MLD. Lisa, I simply ignore the racists. I do not hate them . It does not matter to me if anyone hates me either! Have a nice time,Lisa, my MLD.
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Looklook re-hi again, Thanks for your second above post which I appreciate too. Yes, I happened to me while playing with my little friends during my childhood, I had climbed a short tree, had hang on the branch and I fell down without any serious wound, though it was on a large flat rock!! because the tree wasn't high eventually. And since that event, I really got scare to repeat that silly action again, I have really learnt from that experience. Wisdom comes from experience too. Looklook MBN, it's always better not to hate and not to be hated also. Thanks again for your nice above post. Enjoy your day MBN. Lisa.
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