tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post7852391363799509376..comments2024-03-22T12:57:57.273-05:00Comments on WOUNDED BIRD: LYME REGIS - PART THREEJune Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-67518660579877325322013-06-11T20:44:58.054-05:002013-06-11T20:44:58.054-05:00Lisa, I'll make a note to try to include Moush...Lisa, I'll make a note to try to include Moushole in our trip, (thanks for the pronunciation), and I'll look up the book.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-4018740692786590292013-06-11T03:35:43.307-05:002013-06-11T03:35:43.307-05:00Ah, Cornwall - beautiful, beautiful place. Do try...Ah, Cornwall - beautiful, beautiful place. Do try to visit Moushole (pronounced Mowsel) if you can, and have a look at a beautiful children's book called The Mousehole Cat - the illustrations are stunning. xxxLisa Burridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04445941354104673509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-88026433143604284502013-06-10T18:23:02.850-05:002013-06-10T18:23:02.850-05:00Thank you, Lisa. I have loved England since our f...Thank you, Lisa. I have loved England since our first visit in 1982. My friend Cathy and I have tentative plans for a road trip through Cornwall in October. I hope we can work it out. On the one hand, the weather will be chilly, but, on the other hand, the tourist season will be over.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-77992531037683577982013-06-10T03:46:49.138-05:002013-06-10T03:46:49.138-05:00How lovely to read about your adventures in Lyme R...How lovely to read about your adventures in Lyme Regis! We holidayed there many times as children, and I still love it now, as does my 10 year old Asperger's son - his love of all things prehistoric means that it's a bit of a 'must' for him :).<br /><br />I think us English folk don't appreciate just how much our country and its literary heritage means to others. I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and hope you will visit again. xLisa Burridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04445941354104673509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-68941803553368264602012-06-23T17:28:18.916-05:002012-06-23T17:28:18.916-05:00Coming of age is not easy at best, but LGTB teenag...Coming of age is not easy at best, but LGTB teenagers have a much more difficult and complicated time of it.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-80787107300093937202012-06-20T02:59:57.582-05:002012-06-20T02:59:57.582-05:00JCF, come along as my luggage carrier. :-D
Oh, Mo...<i>JCF, come along as my luggage carrier. :-D</i><br /><br />Oh, <i>Mon Cher</i>, if I didn't think Grandpere might have a shotgun...! (My dream of being a <i>Kept</i> Androgyne. ;-X)<br /><br />***<br /><br />Re Russ's (moving) story: here's a similar one, that was on NPR just yesterday. http://www.npr.org/2012/06/18/151704165/teenage-tales-sneaking-looks-in-sexy-booksJCFnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-48308187752172892582012-06-18T03:23:49.692-05:002012-06-18T03:23:49.692-05:00The allusion was intentional. Grin. I really fel...The allusion was intentional. Grin. I really felt I was carrying something as "radioactive" as pornography, afraid that people I passed on the sidewalk could guess my dread secret, glowing in my hand. <br /><br />That's a hell of a way to have to grow up, you know?Russ Manleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05722260145543178087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-14743329380896646442012-06-17T19:32:51.864-05:002012-06-17T19:32:51.864-05:00Russ, you gave me a laugh with your book in a pape...Russ, you gave me a laugh with your book in a paper bag. I remember the ads in comic books directed to boys selling "informational materials", or whatever euphemism was used, that would be shipped in a plain brown wrapper.<br /><br />How sad that LGTB young people had to be (and still must be) furtive in their explorations of their sexuality. Your story is very touching, and I don't mean to make light of what the book meant to you. Thanks for the link. I'll check it out.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-61445955271553729422012-06-17T18:05:18.975-05:002012-06-17T18:05:18.975-05:00Also, Mimi, you may (or may not) enjoy reading a c...Also, Mimi, you may (or may not) enjoy reading a collection of Forster's gay-themed short stories, also published posthumously. I was lucky enough to find a used copy some years ago, which I snatched up immediately. Here is a link to the Google Books preview, and though some were never properly polished and finished (tho' fascinating to me nonetheless), I highly recommend the eponymous story "The Life to Come": brilliantly written and structured, a real gem.<br /><br />http://books.google.com/books?id=QeghlNeofqcC&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q&f=falseRuss Manleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05722260145543178087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-42508722390774160862012-06-17T17:54:45.077-05:002012-06-17T17:54:45.077-05:00Yes Maurice was not published until after Forster&...Yes <i>Maurice</i> was not published until after Forster's death in 1970, though he wrote most of it in 1910. It was the first gay book I ever bought, age 17 . . . having seen a mention of it in the newspaper or maybe a newsmagazine, I really had to screw up my courage to go find a paperback copy in the local book store . . . and carried it with trembling hands and racing heart to the cashier, who took my money with a half-quizzical smile. In that era in the Deep South, it was truly mortifying and terrifying to run the risk of being "identified" as one of "them." Very different from today.<br /><br />I hustled it home in a paper bag and then, conveniently, spent a long ice-bound weekend curled up with it and a steaming pot of tea - luxuriating in the first-ever written descriptions of what I felt in my heart. A great secret to be kept for many years thereafter, still - but a joy as well, as if finding a friend in the wilderness.Russ Manleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05722260145543178087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-63575211876453650472012-06-17T15:09:59.452-05:002012-06-17T15:09:59.452-05:00De nada, Len.De nada, Len.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-43020008103948665462012-06-17T08:37:35.736-05:002012-06-17T08:37:35.736-05:00Muthah, I don't remember feeling looked down u...Muthah, I don't remember feeling looked down upon when I was in England. Perhaps certain English folk were patronizing me, and I didn't get it. Had I perceived an air of superiority, I would have thought it was their problem, not mine. Of course, I am not a priest, which may have made a difference in your case.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-91512051091010027382012-06-16T23:33:20.670-05:002012-06-16T23:33:20.670-05:00I was never an Austin fan. It wasn't until I ...I was never an Austin fan. It wasn't until I began reading Dorothy Sayers that I began to fall in love with the UK. But my experience there was trying. Being a woman priest there in 1987 was precarious and still frustrating in '95. I found Scotland more to my liking--it is where the other side of the family comes from. I always felt that folks were looking down upon us in England.Muthah+https://www.blogger.com/profile/10589837671378205837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-45897114792321918232012-06-16T22:26:07.758-05:002012-06-16T22:26:07.758-05:00Yes, we ¨somehow¨ communicate...they are cherished...Yes, we ¨somehow¨ communicate...they are cherished. Thank you, MimiLeonardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16667415590825321701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-78797677152927936462012-06-16T21:35:06.411-05:002012-06-16T21:35:06.411-05:00JCF, come along as my luggage carrier. :-D
Len, m...JCF, come along as my luggage carrier. :-D<br /><br />Len, my emotions ran deep as I wrote the post, which was written over a period of time, little by little, and I edited and corrected until I thought I'd never finish and hit publish.<br /><br />What kept coming to mind as I read your comment was the Communion of Saints, that we are all somehow connected, those of us who still live and those who die. Of course, we'd like to see their faces, hear their voices, hear their laughter as we once did, but the connection is still there, for they live in our hearts because we love them.<br /><br />And not just with the people we know and love, but with others whom we have never known, those who have touched our lives through their writing, through art, or through music, somehow, we are all bound together.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-5748720914297866192012-06-16T20:44:03.191-05:002012-06-16T20:44:03.191-05:00I´ve been building up to making a odd request from...I´ve been building up to making a odd request from God. <br /><br />I know, I know it´s going to sound like I´m a selfish fellow who is afraid of passing on to the great adventure...but, alas, it´s just that I can´t seem to get enough life (not to be confused with enough out of life)...recently, I´ve been visiting many of my dear old friends and some just dandy former acquaintance via Google Search (this has been going on for over a year now)...most of the ones I connect with, pals from childhood thru my worklife, seem to have gone to the great BEYOND already, already! I´ve had time in each case to reflect about my time with each of them and I keep thinking about their voices, boy, did most of them have VOICES, and/or some of their admireable/adorable acts while human beings. It´s not that they make me sad, these memories are quite gripping and mostly joyful, it´s just that I wish they were still here and chatting it up and acting up and laughing with me outloud (and running indoors when the rainy season rain pours down in our afternoons here)...I want more of them but somehow it´s fitting that they´ve gone away and done what we humans must do each and everyone of us...die. <br /><br />I know what Gods going to say. I think I best get back to my ¨life on lifes terms¨ mode, but, really you went to Lyme Riges because you had deep feelings of friendship in your heart for someone that was real, said real words to her friends and family and wrote some fascinating/touching moments from her history/time for us to explore the depth of truth and passion both then and for now too. I guess it´s fine to keep paying attention and letting the great waves of lovliness, of before and now, whaft around us without wanting more (¨may I have some more, Sir¨). <br /><br />I don´t quite get it all yet but there is a far bigger picture I know. I reach to understand but I must not demand...I been given so much already I know I must be content, be still, and take my turn being a real live human being and accept the many gifts given to me without being greedy. Life is a very big deal. Thank be to GodLeonardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16667415590825321701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-57282971820628666602012-06-16T20:29:58.184-05:002012-06-16T20:29:58.184-05:00Mimi, you MUST go again. And you ought to take me ...Mimi, you MUST go again. And you ought to take me w/ you. ;-)<br /><br />Lovely pics. You've got me thinking I need to read more 18th/19th c. BritFic.JCFnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-7226707606660442862012-06-16T20:01:52.198-05:002012-06-16T20:01:52.198-05:00The thought of the airports and the flights, well ...The thought of the airports and the flights, well not the flights so much as getting on the damn planes, is daunting, but we'll see. For this year it was no go, because of the expense and because I could not face all that again so soon.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-62782845003224413972012-06-16T19:36:15.804-05:002012-06-16T19:36:15.804-05:00It was something to do with Thomas Hardy, was it n...It was something to do with Thomas Hardy, was it not? We went to the caff and had a nice cup of tea instead. The gardens were beautiful.<br /><br />It would be wonderful if you did come back :) One more time, and then we could go to Cornwall too.Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11043992815529452897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-25575895890589370932012-06-16T19:12:58.373-05:002012-06-16T19:12:58.373-05:00Cathy, I want to go back, perhaps not in tourist s...Cathy, I want to go back, perhaps not in tourist season, and I want to visit the museum next time. What was the house nearby that we tried to visit and found it was already closed? I think it belonged to or had an association with a literary figure.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-87552131137786266072012-06-16T18:49:03.543-05:002012-06-16T18:49:03.543-05:00Mimi, you've made me think back to our visit a...Mimi, you've made me think back to our visit and I am wishing we were back in Lyme Regis again :) My only regret is I wish we'd found a good hotel or B&B to stay at in Lyme Regis itself, but then they do tend to be overpriced for what you get, esp in tourist season. I'm glad you treasure your fossil. It was about the right size - anything bigger would probably have been hard to carry back on the plane.<br /><br />Lyme Regis looks so pretty in the photos. Sigh.Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11043992815529452897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-11376911929589494312012-06-16T18:09:54.364-05:002012-06-16T18:09:54.364-05:00Len, you made my day. Painting and brooding (in a...Len, you made my day. Painting and brooding (in a good way) is a fine way to spend time. Thank you.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-88970800976543774832012-06-16T16:24:51.122-05:002012-06-16T16:24:51.122-05:00I like every era...I´ve read every Tudor book I´ve...I like every era...I´ve read every Tudor book I´ve found (there is probably thousands more)...we get Pride and the Prejudice in English and Spanish (films/old and new)...love them both and they are worn out. After reading your travel entry about Lyme Regis I went downstairs to my studio and painted and brooded (in a good way).Thanks MimiLeonardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16667415590825321701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-42022360887735149472012-06-16T15:35:49.017-05:002012-06-16T15:35:49.017-05:00Oh, and thank you for your kind words, Len.Oh, and thank you for your kind words, Len.June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174812066017196444.post-4643706709509923742012-06-16T15:35:04.526-05:002012-06-16T15:35:04.526-05:00Len, I read all of Forster's novels before I k...Len, I read all of Forster's novels before I knew he was gay, and I never heard of Maurice until years later. I read the book and watched the movie, another by the great team of Merchant and Ivory, and an early acting effort of Hugh Grant. Wasn't publication of the book delayed until after Forster's death?June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.com