Today we were bowling along our local bit of the moteway and the air passing over the roof rack of our car reminded me of the noise one used to hear in telegraph wires. A soft moaning whine that rose and fell with the wind passing though the banks of wires. Today there are no more than two or three wires and mostly just one. But the old telegraph posts held multi wires.
I particularly remember them during the war when, with my mother, we were sent to Devon for a rest from the bombing. There was nothing to do in the daytime except go for walks. Many lanes had telegraph wires running beside them and in that very cold winter the wind howled enlessly. I loved the singing wires although I was only four years old I can still remember and hear them.
Monday 9 August 2010
Sunday 1 August 2010
Red Buttons
“I’m going to watch Red Button” said my husband as I disappeared upstairs to have a rest and write this blog first. ‘Red Buttons’ the thought of an American comedian flashed through my elderly mind and I failed to see what he was going to watch that would amuse him. A funny man with red hair that appeared in every film at one time, not my husband’s sort of thing at all.
“What?” I asked stopping for a moment on the stairs.
“Red Button.” He replied to his non comprehending wife whose mind had regressed 30, 40 or more years.
“Grand Prix on the red button channel.”
“Ah!” Comprehension dawned and I came back to the present.
I went to the internet on my notebook and looked up Red Buttons. Yes I was right, there had been such a comedian but I am not sure if it is the one I remember. He wore loud silly clothes and acted sort of clownish. This one had been an actor in many things quite serious. He died fairly recently. Something seems to stick in my mind that he did some film or show with Lucille Ball – another one now gone.
It is quite frightening to hear of all these names one knew in younger days passing on but I generally find they were some ten or more years older than me. When I was young people found fame usually passed their flush of youth and had to pretend to be younger in their films. Now the young get fame so early in life they are quite often forgotten before they are thirty. They turn up as ‘Grumpy Old men – or women’ and you think ‘my God, you’ve aged quickly’. I am so glad I am known by no one. Where the young crave ‘Fame’ I crave anonymity. Hence I write a blog that no one reads, not even my friends or probably my own relations.
Hey Ho!
“What?” I asked stopping for a moment on the stairs.
“Red Button.” He replied to his non comprehending wife whose mind had regressed 30, 40 or more years.
“Grand Prix on the red button channel.”
“Ah!” Comprehension dawned and I came back to the present.
I went to the internet on my notebook and looked up Red Buttons. Yes I was right, there had been such a comedian but I am not sure if it is the one I remember. He wore loud silly clothes and acted sort of clownish. This one had been an actor in many things quite serious. He died fairly recently. Something seems to stick in my mind that he did some film or show with Lucille Ball – another one now gone.
It is quite frightening to hear of all these names one knew in younger days passing on but I generally find they were some ten or more years older than me. When I was young people found fame usually passed their flush of youth and had to pretend to be younger in their films. Now the young get fame so early in life they are quite often forgotten before they are thirty. They turn up as ‘Grumpy Old men – or women’ and you think ‘my God, you’ve aged quickly’. I am so glad I am known by no one. Where the young crave ‘Fame’ I crave anonymity. Hence I write a blog that no one reads, not even my friends or probably my own relations.
Hey Ho!
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