tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post260769427264815417..comments2023-09-24T11:26:16.606-04:00Comments on The Middle Ages: Sunshine Sketches Of A Changed WorldDeb and Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04444390852070865517noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-76944894248235668472011-09-28T09:06:14.857-04:002011-09-28T09:06:14.857-04:00Angela please don't feel badly about your comm...Angela please don't feel badly about your comments. You had an opinion and you stated it. End of story. I was just taken aback as you seemed to kinda hate us and we have never dealt with that before. WE all have days like that when something gets our backs up. I just felt badly because I felt you had misunderstood. I also felt you thought I was targeting your generation too and believe me there was tons of middle aged rude there too! :-) Please Angela come back whenever you want to my girl. And state those opposing points of view or agree. Whatever strikes you. But please don't feel bad. I am over it now and I ask you to join me in that! You are welcome here anytime!!!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17041122116481448321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-384930268139726132011-09-28T01:12:20.379-04:002011-09-28T01:12:20.379-04:00I'm sorry if I upset you all. I was simply sta...I'm sorry if I upset you all. I was simply stating my opinion. But I guess it was too harsh. I apologise. All your words have put me in my spot and and you aim was great and I feel like crap, although it was all far more hurtful then anything I said. I don't even remember commenting on this post, but found it in my links, which leads me to believe I was "out of my mind at the time (bipolar, ptsd, anxiety disorder, complicated grief, psychogenic seizures and an all around messed up person I guess). I apologise. If I was in my right mind, I'm sure I would have just passed on the blog and leave you all to your own opinions.Angelahttp://dyn2bthn.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-88328337807568460602011-09-18T19:42:53.709-04:002011-09-18T19:42:53.709-04:00Lisa I must be honest and tell you that we spent m...Lisa I must be honest and tell you that we spent many hours teaching the boy to be polite and respectful. Hours I will never regret. You will not regret them. I watch him now as a man and his grace makes us proud.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17041122116481448321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-43061718677115047842011-09-18T19:41:06.959-04:002011-09-18T19:41:06.959-04:00Yes Katie congrats on number 5! What a lovely fami...Yes Katie congrats on number 5! What a lovely family! And I have to agree with Barb that I never ever meant to imply that this was just a younger generation thing. There was rudeness representing every generation beautifully! But the snippets that were loudest in our ears were the younger people around us. Plus I figured for the purposes of the blog that it would not be interesting to recount conversations about Viagra!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17041122116481448321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-33539846700164458652011-09-18T18:37:20.501-04:002011-09-18T18:37:20.501-04:00Deb, that looks like so much fun to escape into th...Deb, that looks like so much fun to escape into the past through the film set. I'm such a sucker for costume pieces anyway.<br /><br />I must admit as I read this, I took real umbrage at the lack of respect for Mr. Grenier. Here's a guy who worked hard on something and so many viewers were more interested in being part of the expeience, in bragging about it instead of just experiencing it.<br /><br />You remind me that I need to make sure my children understand there's a time and a place for texting and informing the world of one's fabulous life. I may not be able to change the behavior of clods like the ones you had to put up with, but maybe I can make a difference with my own kids.<br /><br />And you and Colin look wonderful. What great photos.lisahgoldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11158660223296807317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-52131320586197412632011-09-18T17:22:06.061-04:002011-09-18T17:22:06.061-04:00Hey Katie! And another congrats on baby number 5!!...Hey Katie! And another congrats on baby number 5!! I have grown to love FB -- the quick check ins with people I would never otherwise hear from, especially those far away is fantastic. I use it in a way that suits me and my life. As for the Farmville stuff, I just press "hide" for those and you never see them again on your feed.<br /><br />Two things I do want to say, 1. is that I usually don't blatantly eavesdrop on people, this was also a "poetic license" description (and no one in a million years could guess of whom I speak since the details could apply to about a thousand people in this city alone) and 2, and most importantly, if anyone believes that we are pointing a finger from our middle years to those who are younger and painting them with one big boorish brush, nothing could be further from the truth! We adore our young readers, our young friends and our grown children. They are paradigms of class and manners. Boors cross every age boundary, class, sex and race. And "manners" sometimes fluctuate through the eye, ear, and mouth of the beholder.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10020502430509158737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-57917090802890816492011-09-18T17:05:29.655-04:002011-09-18T17:05:29.655-04:00I have to just echo Deb here and say that I was cr...I have to just echo Deb here and say that I was cracking up reading Rigel's reply. Love you, girl, but man, when your mama bear acts up, look out!! :D I do believe it was called for, though, and I personally think troll is a very appropriate term. <br />I am one of those people in the tail end of the pre-cell phone generation (as in, most of us DID NOT have cell phones when we were thirteen) - those not very much younger than me walk around with their noses to their phones, texting away. I, too, have witnessed scenes of a group of people completely ignoring someone else as they text or talk on their phones. And I am young enough to appreciate and understand Facebook, but also not be stupid with it....although there are plenty of people older than me that are constantly posting Farmville crap and useless information on FB. It has been a blessing to me as I am a great distance away from my family and a good deal of friends. My recent pregnancy announcement (baby #5, ladies!! Yipes!) was met with twenty or thirty responses, but I'm sure that most of the people commenting say the same thing every time they read it. <br />Anyway, I feel as though I'm in the middle, where even my mother-in-law and my dad are texting along with the teenagers, and here I am, still not owning a cell phone. I have texted one time on hubby's work phone, to get some late night news of a friend's labour and delivery.<br />And for the record, I'm a champion eavesdropper without even meaning to be. I can pay attention to my meal companion or children and still catch large parts of two or three other conversations. I don't think there's anything wrong with it as long as you don't turn around and tell people what so-and-so was saying about so-and-so. Usually I don't know the people whose conversations I hear, so I figure, big whoop. :P<br />And one last thing, I LOVE those photos, Deb! Loverly. ;)Katiehttp://everydaylifeofahousewife.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-69712569504643543562011-09-18T08:05:35.221-04:002011-09-18T08:05:35.221-04:00Rigel you gave me a huge morning laugh. I would NO...Rigel you gave me a huge morning laugh. I would NOT want to be on your bad side girl! First off, any use of the word troll always kills me, but your rant was a riot. Bless your heart Rigel for standing up for us. As I said, it was bound to happen sooner or later. My thing is, that she was so off base. I would rather be called out by someone disagreeing with me. But there you go. Thanks Apey for having our backs too. And yeah Apey you are sooooooo right about the corsets. I can't even bend over and tie my own shoes while wearing one. Wow. The other ladies on the set and I were discussing how tough it must have been to do even simple tasks in them. How did they bend over and pick up their toddlers? The little gloves I am wearing are over a hundred years old.We were doing a scene where I got wet and the gloves barely touched water and simply started to fall apart. Tomine, believe me I am NO saint in this department either and sometimes have to remind myself. But I am aware always and work on it constantly. What I marveled at in this post was the acceptance of this behaviour, the norm of it. The camp sounds amazing. We are all wired up, aren't we? And we all love it. But...Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17041122116481448321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-38832764659459477292011-09-18T05:25:48.546-04:002011-09-18T05:25:48.546-04:00Great post Deb! It really made me stop and consid...Great post Deb! It really made me stop and consider my own habits. I'm entirely to attached to my cell phone and I fear I can sometimes be rude without meaning to...something to work on. :)<br />I agree that it would be wonderful to be able to take a step back into that era, just for a little while. I'll keep my indoor plumbing, thank you! I love the technology we have, but sometimes it can create a whole new set of problems. This idea made me think of a couple times when I have gone on quilting retreats for a weekend. It is wonderful to be able to spend a good 48 hours devoted to whatever project I am currently working on, and I really enjoy the socializing that takes place. But the best part is this retreat is held at a camp where there is basically no cell phone reception and no internet readily available. It's fantastic to be able to step away from the hustle and bustle of day to day life and just live in the moment.<br />~Tomine<br />By the way, I LOVE that dress, Deb! You look great!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-48630217248167753172011-09-18T01:17:16.180-04:002011-09-18T01:17:16.180-04:00Forgot to mention, I very much enjoy the pics Deb!...Forgot to mention, I very much enjoy the pics Deb! Sort of makes me want to venture back to that era (even though I'm not one for dresses or corsets). You both look great! (Nice Mutton Chops, Colin. -ApeyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-54218157132022078612011-09-18T01:12:37.121-04:002011-09-18T01:12:37.121-04:00Rigel- excellent well stated rant. I've got yo...Rigel- excellent well stated rant. I've got your back, too. Btw. -ApeyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-27583870496868130552011-09-18T00:28:40.343-04:002011-09-18T00:28:40.343-04:00Hmmmmm. After considerable thought, I've decid...Hmmmmm. After considerable thought, I've decided that I'm not done. I'm gonna forfeit dignity and go on the attack.<br /><br />Angela, you loathsome little troll, from which village have you been recently banished that you must now skulk into this precious circle of people and drool curdled bile from your slackened jaw? Differences of opinion are fine. Actually, some really interesting discussions arise from just that. And, disagreement is not an unknown concept in this forum. But, I cannot allow such a poor quality, ill-informed, ignorant, blatantly bogus attack upon two of my Beloveds to stand without challenge. The truth is that Barbara Radecki and Debra McGrath have more class, integrity, honor, intelligence, caring, decency, warmth, talent, genuineness, benevolence, patience, kindness, honesty, power, beauty, and love in one strand of hair each than you are capable of wrapping your closed mind around. I'm surprised Deb even deigned to waste a few seconds to respond to your comment given that it was barely more intelligible and certainly less intelligent than the moans of zombies in an old sci-fi B-movie. <br /><br />Might I suggest a trip to the pharmacy? Surely being such a tight ass must be causing you intestinal distress. Or, perhaps you are so backed up that the shit has permeated your body and is now oozing from beneath your fingernails as you type. That would certainly explain what you typed above. I suggest you seek emergency treatment for sepsis.<br /><br />I will absolutely step up to have Deb and Barbara's backs here, as I would for Ruth, Madge, Apey, Dawn, Lyndsie, Holly, Katie, Hart, et. al. Who has yours? Isn't it lonely up there perched upon your perfect pole? Doesn't self-righteousness lend itself to isolation? You want to know the amazing thing? I may be being presumptuous here, but I'm willing to make an educated guess that by sunrise Sunday, Deb will have already begun giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you were venting after a really bad day. Maybe something about this blog post pushed some buttons in your head from some old baggage. Maybe you were raised by the Wicked Witch of the East. Who knows? Point being, Deb and Barbara are capable of incredible love and forgiveness. They always choose the light. And, this entire The Middle Ages community is one giant, warm embrace. Perhaps, if you climbed down from Mount Holier Than Thou, you might find living here among the messy muddiness of humanity with the rest of us rather nice. There's a lot of laughter. There's a lot of caring. There's a lot of support. And, there's a lot of love. If you choose to attack and hurt and hate here, that is your loss. And, it is sad, sad loss. If your presence brings a stench, it will in no way sully Deb and Barbara. You can't do it. You just can't. They are out of your league. But, if your presence is a perfume, you could find yourself in the midst of something so much softer and buoyant than hardness of heart. And, we're really fun to come over and play with. The Middle Ages is a rocking awesome ball park.<br /><br />But, don't hurt my friends. <br /><br />(Sorry if this is out of line, Deb and Barbara. I half expect this comment to be deleted ASAP. Just needed to blurt out an electronic bitchslap because I love y'all too much to have left it alone. Sorry. End of rant.)Rigelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-31460905417430086122011-09-17T22:25:40.718-04:002011-09-17T22:25:40.718-04:00*glares at Angela* Oh, I don't think so...
Y...*glares at Angela* Oh, I don't think so...<br /><br />You want rude? You wanna go slamming Deb and Barbara about rudeness? You want RUDE? You want immaturity and rudeness out of a thirtysomething?<br /><br />OK.<br /><br />I just got home from work. My feet are sore. <br /><br />*unties laces and takes off shoes*<br />*pulls off sweaty, stinky socks*<br />*throws the highly offensive socks such that they land directly in your sniffing range*<br /><br />There. That's rude. Now, come rant in my direction. But, leave Deb and Barbara alone.Rigelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-81997386696343904282011-09-17T22:14:01.880-04:002011-09-17T22:14:01.880-04:00Deb -
I remember seeing an interview once with on...Deb -<br /><br />I remember seeing an interview once with one of the Mythbusters where he said the rule on their set is whoever's cell phone rings during shooting is the person who has to buy a case of beer for the others. :)Rigelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-17200019018051838602011-09-17T17:50:15.536-04:002011-09-17T17:50:15.536-04:00Dawn that is so funny. It happened this summer on ...Dawn that is so funny. It happened this summer on a set by accident. The poor guy on the crew, who's cell it was, stood mortified. Usually does not happen. Sometimes people forget after lunch but not too much.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17041122116481448321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-89811368031465830502011-09-17T17:48:48.509-04:002011-09-17T17:48:48.509-04:00Is there anything like the fascination on the face...Is there anything like the fascination on the face of a child when they are discovering something new? And yeah funny you should mention the take out line. My thing is, fine that you are on your cell phone, I don't care. I have done it myself. But if it slows down the line, step away. I think that's fair. Thanks Dawn regards the comment. Barb and I have been spoiled with the loveliest and most supportive bloggers. Guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. That's what happens when you put yourself out there. People have the right to their opinion. I pride myself on my fairness and my manners so to be lectured by a thirty something did get my back up.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17041122116481448321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-82960971328713225922011-09-17T17:44:21.989-04:002011-09-17T17:44:21.989-04:00PS for Deb:
Thank you for sharing the pictures. ...PS for Deb: <br /><br />Thank you for sharing the pictures. You both look like you stepped right off the plantation and are now awaiting the mint juleps Karen mentioned. Beautiful.<br /><br />I do hope no one's cell phone rang during a scene. ;)Dawnhttp://www.boom-child.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-70385378136417099252011-09-17T17:39:38.810-04:002011-09-17T17:39:38.810-04:00Rigel:
I just want to share my views about Faceboo...Rigel:<br />I just want to share my views about Facebook. It has turned out to be a very positive thing in my life. I have reconnected with people I've known for 40 years, who live five blocks from me. We NEVER would have known without facebook. We caught up on the last BIG chunks of years and time stood still. It was a beautiful thing. <br /><br />It's the reconnection with people I knew from kindergarten, or high school, or from the 2 weeks every summer we vacationed at the same place. It's become a class reunion for all of us, except that we hear from each other much more frequently, and it doesn't matter that some of us never left MA, and some are in NY, NJ, CA, and everywhere else.<br /><br />PS The farming has also allowed me to talk to these friends' parents in a way I never thought would happen, either. It feels good to know that I was right about them, and they were right about me.<br />Plus, the farming is fun. :)Dawnhttp://www.boom-child.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-68425127740046336722011-09-17T17:18:00.797-04:002011-09-17T17:18:00.797-04:00Deb, the little one is not mine. My ex got remarri...Deb, the little one is not mine. My ex got remarried and, brave soul that he is, had another daughter. The only credit I'll ever give him aloud is that he's an excellent father.<br /><br />Basically we just oooh'd and aahhh'd and watched the look of fascination on her face when she discovered our cats.<br />No serious conversation has taken place yet, but I do have a feeling I'll have to pull my daughter away from her facebook chats to have it. :) Or maybe we'll just talk in the car. No technology available in there.<br /><br />I just thought of one of the rudest things I've seen re: cell phones. It bugs the crap out of me when people are in the do-it-yourself lines at the grocery store and are on the phone. Waiting for them to remember they need their wallets in order to pay and fish that out WHILE THEY'RE STILL ON THE PHONE... I want to throw something heavy at them. And I'm not even going to get into watching them trying to bag. <br /><br />By the by, I'm coming to you for lessons in tact and class. That response above is a thing of beauty.Dawnhttp://www.boom-child.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-43945872504954780622011-09-17T15:31:49.840-04:002011-09-17T15:31:49.840-04:00Angela you seem to know a good deal about rudeness...Angela you seem to know a good deal about rudeness as witnessed by your comments. I have no idea if you are a writer yourself but if you are then you know the concept of poetic license. I was using just that when I quoted the things I heard around me. They were not exact quotes but rather the flavour of the snippets I heard. I was quoting a faceless mass of people that day. Our blog is not documented fact and you clearly missed the point of the post. You also assume that I did not ask politely people to quiet down. I did. Many times to no avail. But the blog was not focused on my actions. It was focused on the atmosphere around me. As for generational manners, I am afraid you are barking up the wrong tree. If you have to remind your grandmother then I would say she is solidly in the minority of that generation. Your level of anger indicates to me that you may just be one of the people I am speaking about. I have no way of knowing this. If I am on my high horse Angela then it would appear it is a miniature pony compared to the one you rode in on.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17041122116481448321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-42807273981517341662011-09-17T15:21:53.756-04:002011-09-17T15:21:53.756-04:00By the way, most of us 30 something crowd were wel...By the way, most of us 30 something crowd were well versed in manners. But manners are learned, and it seems the "under 40 crowds" have parents mostly in their 30's, 40's & 50's. I cant tell you how often I have to remind my grandmother about her manners. Respect goes both ways. The race to the beginning AND end of a happy, satisfying life isn't on a one way street.Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-57079865439910763992011-09-17T14:37:49.691-04:002011-09-17T14:37:49.691-04:00I find it very funny, that you both complain about...I find it very funny, that you both complain about rudeness of the technology these days, but you both proved to be very rude yourselves.<br /><br />Deb: You were there to see a show and listen to this man, but instead you were listening to the people chat on their phones. I know when I am trying hard to listen to someone over noise, I don't actually take in what they are saying let alone remember it weeks later. I would have understood being annoyed by the chatting going on. It would have annoyed me also. But instead of kindly asking then to keep their voices down as you were trying to hear the man speak, you decided to listen to them intently enough to be able to write 5 lines of what they wrote, so you couldn't have even been trying to listen the man. That seems very rude to the man you were suppose to be listening too.Why not step up for the other people in the area. Yes, they should have thought about you as they were rudely speaking so loud you could only pay attention to them, but if it bothers you that much, you could have thought about others and stood up and ask them to keep their voices down, or at least ask someone else to ask them. Chivalry isn't only for men.<br /><br />Barbara: You complain about how rude it was of her friends to be texting while she was talking to them. Well, how rude is it of you to be listening in on their conversations, and not only that, but to not be paying attention to your lunch partner while paying attention to another table. Now, you're telling people on your blog WHAT she was talking about so her and her friends can easily be pin pointed to anyone who is reading your blog in the same area.<br /><br />Very rude indeed! To coin a phrase of the old days you so lovingly yearn for... "Step off your high horses"!Angelanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-88599067250115239272011-09-17T11:59:15.876-04:002011-09-17T11:59:15.876-04:00Thanks Holly! I do too.Thanks Holly! I do too.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17041122116481448321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-1495449274296007592011-09-17T11:54:00.139-04:002011-09-17T11:54:00.139-04:00LOVE the new pictures!!! :DLOVE the new pictures!!! :DHollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01978291067668508362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528510907038944744.post-29116144772704571392011-09-17T11:18:19.439-04:002011-09-17T11:18:19.439-04:00Karen I love that term "blognapped" but ...Karen I love that term "blognapped" but on the contrary my dear, I love when people spew. Love a good spew! You make good points. I forgot about the outhouse. Hmmmn. Used to have one at my Grandparents cottage. Scared the poo out of me. It struck me when you said "I feel abandoned and sadly alone". I agree. The only time I pick up when I have a guest, is when I see my parents number come up in case it is an emergency which I always explain to my guest. Thanks Rigel I will check it out. And yes a mint julep would have been just the ticket. It was a beautiful day and we were out on the lake in an old steamship. It was heavenly.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17041122116481448321noreply@blogger.com