what about where you grew up?

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i miss my country, i miss my simple people.
the lush, the green, the friendly friendly( say hi and goodbye always), the bread.

schanden (ritual), Saturday, 22 July 2006 16:56 (nineteen years ago)

The racial makeup of the town was 97.64% White, 0.61% African American, 0.12% Native American, 0.80% Asian, 0.01% Pacific Islander, 0.32% from other races, and 0.50% from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 0.79% of the population. ... in a town of 10,000.

Though it was burned in 1676 by King Philip (Metacomet), and it's supposedly super-haunted.

Damn, Atreyu! (x Jeremy), Saturday, 22 July 2006 17:05 (nineteen years ago)

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Damn, Atreyu! (x Jeremy), Saturday, 22 July 2006 17:07 (nineteen years ago)

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Damn, Atreyu! (x Jeremy), Saturday, 22 July 2006 17:09 (nineteen years ago)

My area of Michigan was on its death bed when I left in 1983, but I miss

Rev. PappaWheelie (PappaWheelie 2), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:35 (nineteen years ago)

please consult the thread immediately below this one.

gbx (skowly), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:37 (nineteen years ago)

Which thread????

Jesus Dan (Dan Perry), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:42 (nineteen years ago)

what about where you grew up? (7 new answers)
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Roffle Dan (Dan Perry), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:43 (nineteen years ago)

wha happen?

gbx (skowly), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:44 (nineteen years ago)

WTF?

what about where you grew up? (9 new answers)

Rev. PappaWheelie (PappaWheelie 2), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:46 (nineteen years ago)

half the thread just disappeared.

gbx (skowly), Saturday, 22 July 2006 18:47 (nineteen years ago)

yeah wha happen...i was really nostalgic this morning, maybe nostalgia deletes itself...i know is better to focus on what is coming...anyway.

schanden (ritual), Saturday, 22 July 2006 19:18 (nineteen years ago)

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Rev. PappaWheelie (PappaWheelie 2), Saturday, 22 July 2006 19:24 (nineteen years ago)

http://www.uky.edu/OtherOrgs/KPS/pages/conferences/netherlands/images/brug011c.jpg

I grew up on this square. Had the bestest time there. I would dig up the bricks and the guys from the city would come and wonder how the fuck those bricks kept coming loose. I would fall asleep under an umbrella and never be bothered by anyone. This was 29 years ago. Christ.

Nathalie (stevie nixed), Saturday, 22 July 2006 19:42 (nineteen years ago)

so the dark heavy interiors are only for the netherlandisch? (i knew you were different!)

youn (youn), Saturday, 22 July 2006 20:16 (nineteen years ago)

Huh? I'm belgian! :-) Heavy dark interior? Actually our living room (behind the shop) is sort of darkish. I guess. Shit, I really do need to take a pic of my living room once.

Nathalie (stevie nixed), Saturday, 22 July 2006 20:23 (nineteen years ago)

right. so you had umbrellas and canopies when you were growing up. it's not like rembrandt but more like matisse?

youn (youn), Saturday, 22 July 2006 20:25 (nineteen years ago)

oh. yeah. hah! sorry, brain melt. :-)

Nathalie (stevie nixed), Saturday, 22 July 2006 21:43 (nineteen years ago)

http://www.shunya.net/Pictures/Venezuela/El%20Avila.jpg
I hung out at this street twice a week for tap lessons hehe. the American teacher's lover sold the best ham and cheese sandwishes ever, maybe it was the bread or the toaster that flattens.

schanden (ritual), Saturday, 22 July 2006 22:06 (nineteen years ago)

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/26/Hollylodgeestatelondon.jpg

Half the estate was blocks of council flats and half was nice well-heeled semi-detached and detached houses, and between the (huge, mock-tudor, white paint and black timbered) 'mansion' blocks of one street and the next there was a communal garden, or a park, that seemed far larger than the space between streets that it took up. It had a fountain, I think, and little hills that you ran up to get under the shade of close-together trees. The grass was parched brown in summer, underneath the huge white vertical of the back of the block.

I only live a mile away, but I'm afraid to do that walk again, in case it turns out to be nothing like I remember it.

stop moving. (cis), Sunday, 23 July 2006 09:44 (nineteen years ago)


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