tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post2027419344046226434..comments2023-10-26T10:00:00.422-04:00Comments on Forest River Journal: Autumnal MemoryEdward S Gaulthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415140379858811855noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-36737323574270398822008-09-24T17:55:00.000-04:002008-09-24T17:55:00.000-04:00you never disappoint!...i was pulled into the scen...you never disappoint!...i was pulled into the scene (& remember that carefree time well)qualcosa di bellohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15107076097533430296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-80920406566930335722008-09-23T23:20:00.000-04:002008-09-23T23:20:00.000-04:00You brought back such a beautiful memory! Thank y...You brought back such a beautiful memory! Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-30779940878830723712008-09-23T10:00:00.000-04:002008-09-23T10:00:00.000-04:00Just a few words, and you have us all remembering ...Just a few words, and you have us all remembering those long-ago days. Wonderful!Patois42https://www.blogger.com/profile/07764936858778730692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-79391758425638323312008-09-22T19:50:00.000-04:002008-09-22T19:50:00.000-04:00Somehow it seems that autumn was easier when I was...Somehow it seems that autumn was easier when I was a child. Your words make vivid images...Tumblewords:https://www.blogger.com/profile/04279038951489894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-30767497914359334702008-09-22T06:40:00.000-04:002008-09-22T06:40:00.000-04:00Growing up in Oklahoma, the leaves couldn't match ...Growing up in Oklahoma, the leaves couldn't match these in New England, but I do have similar memories. <BR/>Amazing what we carry with us through our lives.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-88013938003306191242008-09-21T19:44:00.000-04:002008-09-21T19:44:00.000-04:00You bring back some great memories that seem to ev...You bring back some great memories that seem to evoke a group event in childhood.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-38282146494415718892008-09-21T15:37:00.000-04:002008-09-21T15:37:00.000-04:00What a beautiful memory, Edward. I remember attemp...What a beautiful memory, Edward. I remember attempting to imitate nature from the classroom, too! Going home was always the best part of my day--I loved the encounters with the real thing.SandyCarlsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10752798823532580733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-26327295888323040572008-09-21T13:56:00.000-04:002008-09-21T13:56:00.000-04:00oh, It brought back such memories. I save every le...oh, It brought back such memories. I save every leaf, every hand print and picture my 3 boys ever did. I wonder what they will make of it all.<BR/>Lovely work.<BR/><BR/>love-bdCassiopeia Riseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02625091389788114012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-75792038359136406762008-09-21T13:53:00.000-04:002008-09-21T13:53:00.000-04:00What great memories you have brought to mind. Than...What great memories you have brought to mind. Thanks Edward. Lovely take on this wonderful prompt.<BR/><BR/>Happy Autumn, G<BR/><BR/>www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.comGeraldine https://www.blogger.com/profile/07410019941984295767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-75159370418565429662008-09-21T13:23:00.000-04:002008-09-21T13:23:00.000-04:00Sweet memory nicely presented that awakened memori...Sweet memory nicely presented that awakened memories of my own.Ravenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04996538460071167819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-81085171836691218002008-09-21T11:37:00.000-04:002008-09-21T11:37:00.000-04:00.."rush home from school"_the magic of boyhood alw....."rush home from school"_the magic of boyhood always remains..thanks for a fine poem..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-46807891868113610802008-09-21T10:48:00.000-04:002008-09-21T10:48:00.000-04:00Brought back memeories for me, too. I remember as ...Brought back memeories for me, too. I remember as a little kid wondering why the puddles with autumn leaves lying in them didn't turn color, like my poster paint brush water.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-88990176839995523432008-09-21T07:47:00.000-04:002008-09-21T07:47:00.000-04:00Very nostalgic. I used to love walking through the...Very nostalgic. I used to love walking through the leaves as a child.anthonynorthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06680944720744601697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-14959130686891656082008-09-21T06:50:00.000-04:002008-09-21T06:50:00.000-04:00I use to go on walks and collect the leaves, then ...I use to go on walks and collect the leaves, then rush home and make a lovely bouquet! I do miss autumns in New England! I may have to move "home" again just to have them for my autumn years.barbs.haikuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00699709918408183738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-89018308676935308872008-09-21T06:26:00.000-04:002008-09-21T06:26:00.000-04:00There is nothing like trying to recreate Nature to...There is nothing like trying to recreate Nature to make us realise just how clever Nature is. <BR/><BR/>And I too have these childood memories of leaves being pasted on windows. I also remember carefully collecting nature's leaves and placing them in a bowl hoping the colour would last longer if I kept them away from winter winds! Nothing like being innocent!Gemma Wisemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17466540188839321484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-61276697433861644972008-09-21T06:10:00.000-04:002008-09-21T06:10:00.000-04:00I remember making leaves in school, trying to recr...I remember making leaves in school, trying to recreate nature. But it had a way of drawing attention to the beauty surrounding us to those who needed to be reminded to look and see and enjoy.me ann my camerahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06083671096943783249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-71040546925818199792008-09-21T02:05:00.000-04:002008-09-21T02:05:00.000-04:00Similar memories, here...Similar memories, here...spacedlawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12462723005560128474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-9774728651073900562008-09-21T01:13:00.000-04:002008-09-21T01:13:00.000-04:00Hi Edward, this is very nice. It brought back chi...Hi Edward, this is very nice. It brought back childhood memories as it should. <BR/>Julie is a good grammer critic. I Googled your <I>pastelled</I> and got this: "<B>Results 1 - 10 of about 2,370 for pastelled</B>."<BR/>You know me, I'm not a poet. There is an old saying, "you can't make a silk purse from a sow's ear." That fits me in the poetry world but I have fun when I can find some mud to root in. I liked today's muddy <I>autumn</I> a whole lot for rooting.<BR/>..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7735429732346913181.post-40217337943414901822008-09-21T00:59:00.000-04:002008-09-21T00:59:00.000-04:00Oh yes, pastel as a verb. Excellent!Oh yes, pastel as a verb. Excellent!Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03334765584939911058noreply@blogger.com