"What ails thee Jock?"

One distant relative never tired of relating a sentence enunciated by a very small... well, me: 'The incinerator is at the bottom of the garden, Auntie.'

My step-daughter, aged five, was peering into a pram, and a little old lady joined her. 'Oh, [i]look[/i] at his diminutive fingers' said an entranced Alison. Near collapse of little old lady...

You are welcome Robertjunior , glad you did not leave , enjoy , it can be fun .

This is encouraging as we are just a little bit concerned that DGS is not saying anything at nearly 17 months. Although his hearing is fine - when it was checked recently DD was told apparently his listening can be lazy (how like a boy/man!) He is perfectly intelligent - points to the right person when asked "Where's Mummy/Daddy/bro/self?"etc and can repeat mummy, daddy and nanna (we think that's actually banana ) in a very quiet little voice. But when he wants to communicate - it's not with words! Maybe he too will surprise us with "What ails thee Jock?" one day?

KIds say the funniest things. My latest grandaughter especially. SHe is 5.
Evie was looking very intently at my face. I happen to have thread veins,, hence my ruddy glow
AFter a long look she said, quite kindly I thought.
"GRanddad, you're cracking up"

At least she didn't tell you you had a "ruddy cheek"!

We are so blessed to have them in our lives , Robertjunior .

I remember a long while ago, when my husband belonged to a local community group, they were asked to go along to an old folks home to provide some entertainment. One of the group a lovely man and a great Stanley Holloway fan, decided to sing to these really frail elderly people, most of whom were asleep, and some not aware of what was going on - the good old favourite "My word you do look ill". They were a kindly group of men, and no offence was meant, but it was a great story which was often told and laughed about afterward.

PRINTMISS,what a lovely story. It must be part of your families spoken history.
It reminds me that probably all of us have a collection of stories & events that we like to recall.

I have, since my dad died, been commmiting all the ones I can remember to paper so this younger generation who have their noses stuck into their electronic gadgets, will have a number of family stories to pass on. Hopefully enjoy reading also.

I didnt have time after my dad retired to spend a lot of time with him, I was working 50 - 60 hours a week. When I retired early, after being diagnosed with Parkinsons Disease in 1998, he was ill & it was too late. He died inthe next year. He had a marvellous memory, but it was too late.

Apparently when a very small child - about 2 or 3, I corrected an elderly aunt in the garden "Those aren't peonies, they're anemones "

......and were they anemones?

RobertJunion, on our 60th Wedding Anniversary, our son in law (a lovely young man), gave an hilarious speach, which he and my daugther had put together. In it, be made reference to all the really funny things which we had either got up to (a great many I am afraid), and the things which had actually happened. There were lots of friends there from many years ago, and all enjoyed the recollections, because in some cases they had been involved. - For our 50th Wedding Anniversary the same son in law (we only have the one) went through each of 50 years with the songs which had been popular in any particular year, knowing as he did what we enjoyed. We have been much blessed.

GS aged 7 came for a sleepover. Next morning he remarked that our cat had woken him up. I asked if she had jumped up on to the bed and walked all over him and he said no, she had just stood on the floor yelling at him.

That's lovely, petallus