tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post3857173670881792858..comments2024-02-14T15:13:21.422-05:00Comments on Aging Gratefully: Running AwayJunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11710135137635433217noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-33706241768155905082010-11-05T06:55:11.141-04:002010-11-05T06:55:11.141-04:00I think Edith Hope had a post up about the Duchess...I think Edith Hope had a post up about the Duchess of Devonshire?Diana Studerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12286066768376135880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-53607899273184632582010-11-04T09:11:32.483-04:002010-11-04T09:11:32.483-04:00Running away is a sensitive subject for me these d...Running away is a sensitive subject for me these days....the pipe-dream desire is gaining strength and becoming all consuming. On the other hand, staying and making others equally miserable has its charms, too.Lord Wellbournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16871295386557996816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-29274097035426143632010-10-30T16:32:26.713-04:002010-10-30T16:32:26.713-04:00When one of my twins was 2, he decided that Sue ac...When one of my twins was 2, he decided that Sue across the street would make a better Mom than I. He packed a little case with his stuffed animal and tooth brush and went to ring her doorbell. Meanwhile, his twin was howling with grief, thinking he would lose his best pal forever. It turned out Sue wasn't home, so home the traveler came, much to his brother's relief. Sometimes feelings like anger and frustration are no good to us if they aren't witnessed by someone!Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984171407726520584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-53298656461227975672010-10-28T03:04:40.994-04:002010-10-28T03:04:40.994-04:00Wow! I've just listened to a BBC Radio 4 recor...Wow! I've just listened to a BBC Radio 4 recording of a 45 minute interval with the youngest of the Mitford sisters, who has just turned 90. The Dowager Duchess of Devonshire. She is absolutely fascinating. I'll try and post the link - I often listen to 'Woman's Hour' on my PC. You can hear the best slots for quite a few weeks after the broadcast...http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/features/womans-hour/. A super site.<br />Oh good - I see this interview is still on the HOme Page. Enjoyfiftyoddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17372578925298011630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-51285916579381202612010-10-26T12:19:41.338-04:002010-10-26T12:19:41.338-04:00I remembering running away and I packed a little b...I remembering running away and I packed a little brown suitcase with all my dolls clothes and tucked a purse my mother had given me to play with under my arm. I'd walk down the lane to our mailbox and set down till the mad wore off. Looking back my packing skills have at least improved.Khakihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02103243009454747880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-49165072846782664592010-10-26T10:50:41.248-04:002010-10-26T10:50:41.248-04:00Ah yes. One of the many lessons I learned as a yo...Ah yes. One of the many lessons I learned as a young runaway, myself. Except that, if memory serves, I would just leave, without anything, including clothing. I was a free spirit. What can I say?Carolynn Anctilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12566204713508877389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-18562095107558325752010-10-26T08:55:27.970-04:002010-10-26T08:55:27.970-04:00Aww, June... thank you for sharing your memories w...Aww, June... thank you for sharing your memories with us. As usual, I felt like I was right there living the moment.morningbrayfarmhttp://www.morningbrayfarm.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-32275404144859332332010-10-25T22:35:30.516-04:002010-10-25T22:35:30.516-04:00Oh my... when I was ten, I packed my bag and put i...Oh my... when I was ten, I packed my bag and put it at the back of the house to run away.<br /><br />I was going to go to Lubbock and live on the streets. The next morning, my Grandma came in carrying my bag and asked where I was going. She looked so surprised and sad that I told her I was sorry and wrapped my arms around her waist.<br /><br />Really, all I wanted was adventure, and to be honest, there was plenty of that to be found on the farm. Silly me.Joeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09990251768655459821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-69360446029008515472010-10-25T20:59:24.015-04:002010-10-25T20:59:24.015-04:00I was going to run away when I was six. My dad he...I was going to run away when I was six. My dad helped me pack my very small plaid cloth suitcase. It was round like a makeup case. While helping me, he asked me where I was going. I pronounced that I was going to go live with Kev and Jim. Neighbor boys and friends. He said, well, maybe their parents will let you stay for a couple of nights. What are you going to do after that? I don't know. Well, you're going to have to get a job. And buy food. And pay for a place to live. He starts heading down the hallway with my suitcase. I thought about it and decided it might not be such a good idea. The things you get in your head when you're a kid.VM Sehy Photographyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03832671940615894037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-26207922677095077992010-10-25T17:33:50.067-04:002010-10-25T17:33:50.067-04:00Ah VioletSky the house of the quiet of the only ch...Ah VioletSky the house of the quiet of the only child.I remember it well.As an adoptee I never thought of running away.I'd lost one family, who would take me in? It might get worse.Vonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17421069895155350144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-79619619450134654332010-10-25T17:25:51.023-04:002010-10-25T17:25:51.023-04:00The Mitford Sisters is on my reading list, they ar...The Mitford Sisters is on my reading list, they are a fascinating bunch.<br /><br />I too often thought of running away. Once, I was already a teenager, I ostentatiously packed a large suitcase, filled it mainly with my cotton underwear and other very respectable items. A woman came to the house to complain about something at the same time and in the kerfuffle mum and I united against her and I sheepishly unpacked my case again after the woman had left.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-57345470482638129462010-10-25T16:54:38.291-04:002010-10-25T16:54:38.291-04:00Oh I felt so sorry for your little self there! And...Oh I felt so sorry for your little self there! And think, your mother was probably dealing with some domestic crisis and perhaps hadn't even noticed you had gone, or had noticed but still needed to keep her finger in the dyke!Elizabeth Musgravehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09473705107636868753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-47668899029031241562010-10-25T15:02:23.613-04:002010-10-25T15:02:23.613-04:00I ran away from home once, but we lived in Singapo...I ran away from home once, but we lived in Singapore at the time, and I had run off without shoes. The pavements were so burning hot, I had to come home. So humiliating.Fran Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07935088780461825341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-70929052729063807622010-10-25T14:54:24.811-04:002010-10-25T14:54:24.811-04:00running away always sounded so romantic to me when...running away always sounded so romantic to me when I was small. the closest I ever got was begging to stay at a friend's house for longer than the agreed weekend. I loved that she had so many sibs to play with. one harried Monday at a breakfast in a house with 5 (plus 1) kids was enough to send me back home to the quiet of the only child.VioletSkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10222821877918680480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-89938333198443510082010-10-25T09:52:56.641-04:002010-10-25T09:52:56.641-04:00I wanted to run away but never did. My sister did...I wanted to run away but never did. My sister did, once, when she was small. She got in trouble because she lost one of her shoes on her neighborhood journey!Linda Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05706455533282204519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179072149199219335.post-77444717773001562202010-10-25T08:05:58.426-04:002010-10-25T08:05:58.426-04:00I'm sure the thought..."they didn't c...I'm sure the thought..."they didn't care if I stayed or went" went away quickly. I never ran away but my baby sister did, like you, with suitcase in hand, she got maybe 2 houses down and began playing with friends!<br /><br />I just finished reading two books at the same time, "Daughter of Fortune" and "The Forgotten Garden".Wanda.....https://www.blogger.com/profile/00551160819558198338noreply@blogger.com