The Family Wit

My grandmother was the undisputed wit of the family.

As young girls we tried to compete with her. Before every visit we would try to impress each other with how witty we could be. Grandma listened to our attempts but she always outdid us.

Hers was a gentle wit; no sarcasm was ever allowed and so we grew to appreciate the clever use of words and the ability to write and say things that were clever and usually funny too.

Mother didn’t inherit this talent from her mother, but I like to think that one of us did.

This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is WITTY.

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A Helping Hand…

It was a vicious attack on an old man. He had been walking his dog in the local park when he was approached by a couple of lads. They looked alright and didn’t appear to pose any threat. They were chatting and laughing as they approached him.

“Good afternoon sir” said the younger one and suddenly he knocked the old man down. Laughing he kicked him in the ribs and then just as suddenly walked away chatting to his friends.

This attack was witnessed by a number of people but only one, another older man came to the victim’s aid.

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The challenge is to write a story in 100 words having been given a word.  This week’s word is Vicious.

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Note – this is based on a real life happening.  My father was out walking when he was approached by a gang o youths.  they were chased away by another elderly man while the younger folk looked on.

It’s Saturday Again

How quickly the weeks pass and it’s already Saturday again and time for Six Word Saturday.  If you would like to participate please either click on the picture above or click this link.

LATE SUMMER SUNSHINE
PEACE AND TRANQUILLITY

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Summer is shaking off her finery for another year, and as the days grow shorter, the wind changes and there is a bite in the air, we are sadly about to say goodbye to her until the next time or as my French friends say a la prochaine.

We have been particularly lucky this year.  Some years Summer seems to just by- pass our corner of the world, but this year we made her welcome and she stayed.  We have had long lazy lunches with friends in the garden.  Have had a few day forays to the beach; had three weeks at the beach house and in all have thoroughly enjoyed summer.

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And now my partner who is recuperating from hip surgery is taking advantage of these last days of summer to sit in the garden with a good book and his legs elevated and supported

But maybe summer will be around for a couple more weeks, and so
just in case she decides to leave us for the Northern Hemisphere, we are getting out cardigans to put on in case of a change.

“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”
― Henry James, Novelist 1843-1916

The Concrete Wall

NOTE: The WordPress weekly photo prompt for March 13, 2015, is wall: This week, consider the walls you’ve erected and decorated, the halls you walk down each day, or the exteriors you’ve ignored or neglected. What do these walls reveal about a place, people, or you?

OK so this is the first time I have used a photo prompt.  If you are a regular reader of my blog you will know that my photography is simply point and shoot, usually with my iPhone or i Pad.  But today I read What Happened to that Fantastic Wallpaper”.  and I decided to give it a try.

Concrete block wall with Virginia Creeper

Concrete block wall with Virginia Creeper

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Growing up the car port

This obviously a concrete block wall surrounding our house.  The house was recently completed and the bare, stark walls were in need of softening.  So six Virginia Creeper plants were ordered, delivered and planted some 2 months ago.  Look at how vigorous they are – they are already creeping into the car port and at one point ready to leap over the wall and drop down on the other side.

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The strong young plants are thriving in our corner of Paradise,  Come over and see for yourself.  The coffee pot is on.

Coffee and cake

PS     WordPress still playing up – the photos are all the same size but alas when I publish the post they are different sizes.

More WordPress Grumbles

I read this from Viv at Vivinfrance’s blog.   I am pleased to read that I am not alone in disliking (hate is too harsh a word) the new format.  I find it unwieldy but now have found how I can use the original.  Thank you Viv.

My next grumble is that I am receiving very few of the posts from bloggers that I follow.  Some that I have been following since I began blogging four years ago.  I have to resubscribe.  Bah bah WordPress.

Off to subscribe to all those bloggers of whom I have lost track.

 

 

There’s Always Wednesday

Through the busy years bringing up her children there had always been Wednesday to look forward to. And it didn’t matter what mood he was in when he returned from work, taciturn or just plain mean, she always had her books to disappear into.

Wednesday was special to her, her day for the library. From an early age she communicated her love of books to her children and enjoyed their excitement at finally discovering how to read.

And now she was here, waiting in the communal hall for the library bus to come with its books offering excitement and pleasure.

This week’s word was Library.  How did I do?

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How’s Your Backhand?

judithhb:

Just had to Reblog this one. Thanks Nancy for sharing this with us.

Originally posted on Spirit Lights The Way:

Goofy-Riding-A-BikeTwo young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of tampons and proceeded to the checkout counter.

The pharmacist at the counter asked the older boy, “Son, how old are you?’

‘Eight’, the boy replied.

The man continued, ‘Do you know what these are used for?’

The boy replied, ‘Not exactly, but they aren’t for me. They’re for him. He’s my brother. He’s four.”

Swimming“Oh, really?” the pharmacist replied with a grin.  “How’s that?”

“We saw on TV that if you buy these you can swim, play tennis and ride a bike. Right now, he can’t do none of those things.”

Aah . . . that’s better!

E-mail from unknown author (sent by Joe M.)

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