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Post by goldielox on Dec 7, 2013 12:09:05 GMT
Mr G thinks they are a waste of money. We only send 12 now, the rest are electronic.
How about yours?
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Post by scorp on Dec 11, 2013 15:13:30 GMT
First - thanks to the Oldies Forum for the Photobucket greeting today...
Usually I send about 60 by mail, seven of which go overseas. It's so they know I haven;t snuffed it since last Christmas... So far...
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Post by scorp on Dec 11, 2013 16:42:12 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2013 15:03:09 GMT
I do send cards, but not nearly as many as in previous years. Not because the recipients have died either.
I used to walk or cycle round the village delivering to my friends and neighbours. However the local scout group do that for less than a second class stamp as long as the address is in full. That can be a bit of a problem as I can find my way to Ray and Lyne, or Rog and mary, but I am damned if I have their full postal address.
The house next to the big tree on the green is not enough for them. Initiative tests seem to be a thing of the past......
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Post by Prue on Dec 13, 2013 8:37:07 GMT
I haven't done Christmas cards for years; only do presents for people (if any) I spend Christmas with. So this year presents for my sister and brother-in-law, as I'm going to stay with them; last year presents for my son and (now) daughter-in-law as they came to mine for Christmas Day. jonjel's post brought back a lovely memory for me: in 1964-66 I lived in Barton Stacey, in England, because my father was on an army posting there. I loved every minute of it; it's what turned me (a 6th generation Aussie) into an anglophile. One of the strongest memories I have of that wonderful time is a snowy evening just before Christmas, when I'd gone out on my bike to deliver Mum's Christmas cards to her friends in the village. I'd just delivered the last card, to a family in King's Elms, and was on me way home when I paused by the roadside for a breather. My face and hands were freezing, my breath was a foggy cloud, and snow was swirling all around. It was a silent and magic moment that I've never forgotten. Thanks for reviving that wonderful memory jonjel  Shame I'm such a mean old bat these days, eh  |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2013 9:02:04 GMT
Memories of Christmases past Prue!
Too many to pass on here, but I do remember a rather nice evening going round with the local Methodists carol singing. I am a non believer but was a wee bit besotted by a young nubile and very well endowed lass who happened to be a methodist.
I had an average voice and used to sing with a folk group, so was not shy of singing in public or in any way inhibited. The girl in question was very musical and went on to study at the Royal School of Music.
After about an hour I was singing the descant on things such as the first Noel, and she remarked that not only did I have a good voice, I had a great voice.
What she did not twig is, it was a cold night and the further I got down the bottle of rum in my coat pocket the better I sang!
Sadly the relationship was doomed to failure when her dad surprised us one evening having a canoodle, but it was good while it lasted. Happy Christmas Liz, wherever you are.
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