tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post4659848051726483761..comments2023-01-01T21:53:25.775-04:00Comments on Time and Tide: Beneath Still WatersNataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15989958027306174581noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post-72663430043042053202019-11-27T11:54:02.093-04:002019-11-27T11:54:02.093-04:00Hi! I'm so sorry that I'm just seeing your...Hi! I'm so sorry that I'm just seeing your comment now, November 27th, 2019! Thank you for your time and kind words!Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15989958027306174581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post-28954066121542798202019-03-07T12:40:57.591-04:002019-03-07T12:40:57.591-04:00Natalie Thank you for sharing your story of the li...Natalie Thank you for sharing your story of the lifetime that built your character through your life. You are a beautiful soul and have given so much of yourself to many. Elvis Lives On 💕💫 Deanne Lehnertz-Hansenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03838821879810137739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post-81034857458642130252012-08-10T21:22:39.224-03:002012-08-10T21:22:39.224-03:00Anonymous- Thank you for your comments. Sorry you ...Anonymous- Thank you for your comments. Sorry you had a hard time with posting ... that can be frustrating! I have a lot of glitches too! LOL If you 'were there' during our parades then you 'know' exactly where I was coming from! I suppose everyone has special memories of their childhood neigbourhoods and I like to think I've been around the block a few times in a manner of speaking and I feel that we south-end kids were a special breed. Not your everyday neighbourhood. My heavens if we didn't have sidewalk chalk to play with we'd use chunks of plaster to draw up hop-scotch! The parades ... how brazen were we to stop traffic with our love songs to the world! LOL Well I don't have to tell you ... you were one of us too! Happy you enjoyed the trip down memory lane!Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15989958027306174581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post-12383160577887203372012-08-07T17:03:39.400-03:002012-08-07T17:03:39.400-03:00Natalie...My friend helped in posting the above fo...Natalie...My friend helped in posting the above for me, was having glitches. Bless you dear one..Now for old times sake, I think Ill youtube..."Downtown'..and sway to the music-lyrics.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post-45913168993387045282012-08-07T16:51:40.101-03:002012-08-07T16:51:40.101-03:00Oh, I think I just figured out how to comment.
The...Oh, I think I just figured out how to comment.<br />The poem is not offensive, its your view, its called freedom of speech, creative writing, I say go for it.<br />The short story following the poem, It got my attention...as I read through the facts, got to the depths, I kept thinking, 'yea, I remember that, oh yes, thats true, I remember that too.'<br />I too was right on that road doing the 'Stop'..perhaps you were there with me, maybe not, but I was there & did that 'Stop' like nobodies business.<br />It was an interesting & enjoying personal synopsis, view, perspective, reminesse of the social culture and legacy of south end as it was back in the 60-70s. tks....annonmousAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post-65305454210813591232010-10-24T22:11:54.738-03:002010-10-24T22:11:54.738-03:00Thank you Debra. Your input means the most to me. ...Thank you Debra. Your input means the most to me. You choked me up, if only for one reason...You were there. You know. It's validation. Thank you.Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15989958027306174581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post-1026823585944597012010-10-24T18:21:39.822-03:002010-10-24T18:21:39.822-03:00Nat, that was so true and said so well, you nailed...Nat, that was so true and said so well, you nailed it.And you put alot of time and deep thought into every word. You have such a way,of getting to the heart and soul.I'm proud to call you my friend.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06667894264557494047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post-61726965666743754642010-10-19T10:59:14.402-03:002010-10-19T10:59:14.402-03:00Happy you liked it Elaine. It's an answer poem...Happy you liked it Elaine. It's an answer poem, but, not a poem. Like The Vinyl Tap when Randy does the 'answer songs'....that is what this is. An answer to Alden Nowlan's poem. So far on this new adventure of writing I've taken up, this was the hardest one I've done. <br /><br />It was very challenging along the lines of there were so many ways to approach it. Too many actually that I felt overwhelmed. I narrowed it down as best I could but, I feel sooo much has been left unsaid and sooo many stories lay untold. <br /><br />I don't know anything about going public. Although I do feel driven to share. I don't know why the SJ Arts Center would to be interested but, I will admit that is my ignorance showing through. Something for me to think about I guess. Thanks again Lainey!Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15989958027306174581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147942283797401963.post-17140732944894801112010-10-19T08:49:45.038-03:002010-10-19T08:49:45.038-03:00Love the piece on the South End Nat. You should se...Love the piece on the South End Nat. You should send it to the Saint John Arts club and inquire about doing a reading for them sometime. <br /><br />I would attend.<br />xo<br />ElaineElainenoreply@blogger.com