tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post449668166137549027..comments2024-03-29T12:14:57.086+00:00Comments on Magnon's Meanderings: Nostalgia.Cro Magnonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-75979092401171607932018-08-29T19:17:45.543+01:002018-08-29T19:17:45.543+01:00Unfortunately Cro the whole world is going down th...Unfortunately Cro the whole world is going down the pan and we find ourselves thinking the same as you do. I just don't know what's the matter with people these days, they just don't give a stuff about anything. Our home and garden are a refuge from it all just like yours, like you say it's pointless fighting it all...stop the world, I want to go back to the 50s!Sue Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16463317651625459406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-77329857222261113712018-08-29T04:31:07.494+01:002018-08-29T04:31:07.494+01:00Everyone seems to be out to ruin everything. If it...Everyone seems to be out to ruin everything. If it's not the neighbours, it's crazy government projects. We have one nearby village that has almost been destroyed by a crazy road narrowing project. I could go on.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-630549833036853372018-08-29T04:27:09.485+01:002018-08-29T04:27:09.485+01:00That's exactly what we now do. No choice!That's exactly what we now do. No choice!Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-89771242308123745122018-08-29T00:30:30.375+01:002018-08-29T00:30:30.375+01:00...and plant a hedge of tall trees to hide the awf......and plant a hedge of tall trees to hide the awful containers.Helsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15136273834165751276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-12840615102398988962018-08-28T20:26:48.543+01:002018-08-28T20:26:48.543+01:00You are so right Cro. In just 16 years, we have s...You are so right Cro. In just 16 years, we have seen so many changes, and to be honest, most are not for the best. Some changes are because of the behaviour of expats - 'everyman's home is his castle' or 'I pay my taxes so I can do what I want' attitudes. Some is the liberal use of funding by central government eg changes to the village road, speed humps being put in unneccessarily, our school being closed then immediately being upgraded as a leisure centre with literally hundreds of thousands of euros being spent when that could have kept the school open. Still, life goes on... Vintage Maisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00929038050028476580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-62340697032804163012018-08-28T16:09:17.185+01:002018-08-28T16:09:17.185+01:00You have the right attitude there Cro - there is s...You have the right attitude there Cro - there is so little we can do about these things it is better (unless it is absolutely unbearable) to ignore them and get on with living.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-78904089335856394042018-08-28T13:27:15.511+01:002018-08-28T13:27:15.511+01:00Nothing too rose coloured here. For example, the m...Nothing too rose coloured here. For example, the man who's building the 'container holiday village' is only thinking of himself. His plans have almost single-handedly ruined our quiet little hamlet.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-71561637548185951612018-08-28T12:46:08.485+01:002018-08-28T12:46:08.485+01:00Growth (?) is happening everywhere, sometimes for ...Growth (?) is happening everywhere, sometimes for the good, sometimes not. I am sad to see many of the changes, but it is what it is. However, I, like you, get nostalgic for what once was (or how I remember it through rose colored glasses). Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-60133224465821931252018-08-28T12:21:59.447+01:002018-08-28T12:21:59.447+01:00My people always had reasonably large pleasant hom...My people always had reasonably large pleasant homes, with big gardens. I think every one of their gardens has since been built on. Quite depressing. Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-23422538753171350372018-08-28T12:18:18.553+01:002018-08-28T12:18:18.553+01:00I'm afraid that is so!I'm afraid that is so!Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-43724525069972238752018-08-28T11:19:36.947+01:002018-08-28T11:19:36.947+01:00I Google-Earthed the area of Surrey where I was br...I Google-Earthed the area of Surrey where I was brought up recently, and I found new houses built everywhere - including the garden I grew up in. Memories are a retreat in the face of things you can do nothing about.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-69543854028378217632018-08-28T10:35:48.658+01:002018-08-28T10:35:48.658+01:00The constant is changeThe constant is changeJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-63420487652779342202018-08-28T09:05:30.605+01:002018-08-28T09:05:30.605+01:00Yes, that's what I replied to Potty above. How...Yes, that's what I replied to Potty above. However, nostalgia is hard to ignore.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-21544304185702824492018-08-28T08:53:16.619+01:002018-08-28T08:53:16.619+01:00I’m afraid it happens everywhere in varying degree...I’m afraid it happens everywhere in varying degrees and, as we age, we look back to what we feel were better times...... and, the younger generation will do the same and will look back on these times and think they were better, containers et all !!! .... all part of life’s natural progression I suppose but, when we have known better times, it’s a bit hard to take. XXXXJacqueline @ HOMEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06154045482594773377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-50853537662627559692018-08-28T08:50:41.372+01:002018-08-28T08:50:41.372+01:00You need a holiday methinks xYou need a holiday methinks xRachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-86457381655877543232018-08-28T08:37:53.672+01:002018-08-28T08:37:53.672+01:00It was certainly greener in the past; it's bec...It was certainly greener in the past; it's becoming a little beige these days.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-51094597435011605122018-08-28T08:37:15.981+01:002018-08-28T08:37:15.981+01:00That's really all we CAN do. Others will come ...That's really all we CAN do. Others will come along and see today's situation as perfect, just as we saw it all those years ago.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-74744318029036628622018-08-28T08:18:46.485+01:002018-08-28T08:18:46.485+01:00The grass is no greener anywhere else. The grass is no greener anywhere else. Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-29071228115270229862018-08-28T08:16:30.337+01:002018-08-28T08:16:30.337+01:00Perhaps it is good to get it all off your chest an...Perhaps it is good to get it all off your chest and then we do have to count up the good things in life. I realize now how health can never be taken for granted yours, Lady M and the rest of your family are good. Enjoy a glass tonight and wake up to a new day tomorrow.pottyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06834163803780455512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-56492173851758075602018-08-28T07:54:50.859+01:002018-08-28T07:54:50.859+01:00You're right, we have plenty to be grateful fo...You're right, we have plenty to be grateful for, it's just a shame that certain quite important elements have now gone.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-9863112901377968862018-08-28T07:45:16.918+01:002018-08-28T07:45:16.918+01:00You still have an idyllic lifestyle. You grow you...You still have an idyllic lifestyle. You grow your own peaches, pears, apples, plums, greengages, various nuts plus keep yourselves supplied with vegetables year round. Delicious mushrooms are there for the taking. Wine is plentiful and cheap. The climate is good. Live in an area with wonderful foods. I am sure I have missed many things out.Susan Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14400003572211042194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-79053372430015894572018-08-28T07:37:16.291+01:002018-08-28T07:37:16.291+01:00Change for the better is always OK. Change for the...Change for the better is always OK. Change for the worse is not. Certain changes we have reluctantly accepted as natural progression, but certain bits seem to have been imposed on us simply out of stupidity, and a lack of understanding. Tiny little hamlets, consisting of old stone houses, are typical of this area, and so many are being destroyed; they can never be brought back.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-35398197440604242952018-08-28T07:21:16.690+01:002018-08-28T07:21:16.690+01:00I am 58 years old and my parents moved to where my...I am 58 years old and my parents moved to where my father still lives 57 years ago, when I was just 18 months old. When I married, aged 22 we bought a house 8 houses away from my parents. It is a busy main road at the front but to the back of us, the south it was rolling fields as far as the eye could see. Now we are in the process of houses being built at the rear of our house. It's very upsetting. Yes they are are "executive" houses and yes they look quite nice. But oh my heart. I met a neighbour walking up the farm path behind us last year and she too has lived here 70 years. She was heartbroken. She said, "I know the land doesn't belong to me but I so belong to it"<br />That's how I feel. People who have no emotional connection to a place make decisions that change our lives.<br />I wonder if getting older makes us less accepting of change?.<br />Bon courage, Cro.Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16093533351238991113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-77228702774739481352018-08-28T06:34:44.294+01:002018-08-28T06:34:44.294+01:00Sadly. It all used to be so perfect.Sadly. It all used to be so perfect.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5227064496185547313.post-40269054400783217792018-08-28T06:18:38.870+01:002018-08-28T06:18:38.870+01:00Nothing stays the same.Nothing stays the same.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10787732343048847565noreply@blogger.com