Guest Silverwings Posted October 26, 2005 Report Posted October 26, 2005 see one of the lads wrote a few lines of verse , bear in mind all dads were not the same ! here is a few sweet words about mine . my old dad is not as bad as evrybody tells me` i know he stinks of rip off lynx and sometimes tried to sell me ------------- the clothes he wears he never buys he gets them from the ragbag this isnt true hes got the cash he robs me mothers handbag ------------- friday nights he downs his tea and dons his best flat cap then to the club he takes his birds and talks three hours of crap ------------- on saturdays the pigeon drops he never gets it in the air turns blue the feathers flew that buschearts in the bin ------------ now sunday was a sabath day made just for beer and ciggs the dinner that he puts away would feed a dozen pigs ----------- but now hes gone and popped his cloggs and lying in his casket the thing i wanted from him most ?....... ..............his clock and bloody basket ! lets hear some other verses
jimmy white Posted October 29, 2005 Report Posted October 29, 2005 my old dad used to say to me IF YOU THINK YOU ARE BEATEN ,YOU ARE. IF YOU THINK YOU DARE NOT YOU DONT. IF YOUD LIKE TO WIN, AND THINK YOU CANT, ITS PRETTY WELL SURE YOU WONT. LIFES BATTLES,NEVER GO TO,THE STRONGER OR LOUDEST MAN, BUT SOONER OR LATER, THE MAN WHO WINS, IS THE MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN. the doc.
jimmy white Posted October 29, 2005 Report Posted October 29, 2005 these words are printed under a photo of the famous blind fancier jed jackson and myself in 1985 NOTHING IN THIS LIFE IS MORE UNPREDICTABLE THAN LIFE ITSELF,AND THERES ONLY ONE WAY TO LIVE IT,AND THAT IS BY ONE DAY AT A TIME. AFTER 40 YEARS OF BLINDNESS,THERE ARE, STRANGE AS IT MAY SOUND,BLESSINGS TO BE COUNTED, THERE ARE TIMES WHEN I FEEL DESPERATALY SORRY FOR MYSELF,BUT ON THESE RARE OCCASIONS, I REMIND MYSELF OF MY GREAT FORTUNE. I FILL MY LUNGS WITH WINE LIKE AIR OF THE EARLY MORNINGS, AND I BLESS MY GOOD FORTUNE OF ANOTHER DAY. fantastic words from a most remarkable man ,and a remarkable pigeon,nat winner "genista" the doc.
jimmy white Posted October 29, 2005 Report Posted October 29, 2005 i remember me and my dad walking to the pigeon club, with a carboard egg box, [about an 8 mile walk there and back] some of the older fanciers, saying , heres the carboard box man, he used to reply, its not the box that counts, its whats inside the box been in my bed, couldnt sleep, all these thoughts going through my mind, so just got up and posted them
Guest Posted October 29, 2005 Report Posted October 29, 2005 Silverwings, thanks so much for your verse, I guess everyone could use a good laugh now. Me !!!! I'm still wiping away the tears of laughter Thanks
Guest Silverwings Posted October 29, 2005 Report Posted October 29, 2005 jimmy , what a men JED JACKSON his acheivments without the powers of observation......... breathtaking ? hyacinth , thank you for those kind words ! you are a lady with exelent taste !.......my missus thinks i should grow up ? but i aint ready to do that yet !
Peckedhen Posted October 29, 2005 Report Posted October 29, 2005 Nothing as clever as the previous posts but my old Dad used to say, ' Loose a minute, save a life.' (That was when I was driving anywhere.) Another of his sayings I've tended to heed was, 'If in doubt......Don't' They've served me well enough over the years. Peckedhen
showman Posted October 29, 2005 Report Posted October 29, 2005 Silverwings, don't grow up !! Loved your verse immensely, great laugh. Paul.
Guest Posted October 29, 2005 Report Posted October 29, 2005 My old Dad's theory on life was Do unto others as you would wish to be done by Always do a fair days work for a fair days pay and last but not least Never take any chit in life cause you were born female
T_T Posted January 13, 2006 Report Posted January 13, 2006 My Dad, I often sit and wish my dad was here right now. I remember very clearly, It was a summers day, Dad took me on a bus ride, Six miles to Sandwich Bay, On coming home he said to me, " Son we'll call in here " It was a friend who'd promised me, A fish tank and the gear, It was loaded in a barrow, For everyone to see, Those six miles my dad pushed it, Not for anyone but ME !!!
swilcox Posted January 13, 2006 Report Posted January 13, 2006 My Dad was very poor and he used to buy all are cloths from the Army and Navy surplus stores! You cant imagine how embarrasing it was going to school dressed as a Japanesse Admiral with high hill sheos and a gas mask! Stuart ;D
T_T Posted January 13, 2006 Report Posted January 13, 2006 Hi swilcox, I have somewhere a black and white school photograph of a class of 30 children sat on benches in the playground all with their arms folded. It was a red hot summers day and my sister was sat on the front row smack in the middle. What did she have on her feet ? WELLINGTONS. How poor is that.
swilcox Posted January 13, 2006 Report Posted January 13, 2006 I was so poor i had to sleep with four sisters who all pissed the bed! Every morning i woke up under a rainbow, i could swim when i was 3 months old!!!! And every day i had to carry my disabled mother down the stairs so she could make my Breakfast!!!! Stu
jimmy white Posted January 14, 2006 Report Posted January 14, 2006 yes poor in those days ;D ;D ;D [still poor] ;D ;D ;D i remember mother putting the six of us to the one bed 3 at one end and 3 at the other, what made it worse most of us were bed wetters, someone said to me which end of the bed did you sleep at, I SAID THE SHALLOW END ;D ;D ;D
snowy Posted January 14, 2006 Report Posted January 14, 2006 cant believe that,! my gaffer said that one to me yesterday jim! my dad used to moan like crazy at us all,( ALL TEN OF US) me the youngest, a tough old fashioned Irish man! but he always said we would thank him one day for being so strict on us all! didnt think it then, BUT AM I SO GLAD & PROUD OF HIM FOR BRINGING UP 10 KIDS! & EVERYONE OF US HAVE ALWAYS WORKED HARD! AND PROUD TO FROM A BIG LOVING FAMILY WHO MEETS STILL ONCE A MONTH, AT EACH OTHERS HOUSE, BUT NOW WITH KIDS OF OUR OWN , AND SOME WITH GRANDKIDS! THANKS DAD.& MUM, XXX
Guest Silverwings Posted January 14, 2006 Report Posted January 14, 2006 have to use a medium to contact my old man these days ? still think he hates me ,might have been him who left my stock pen door open the other week ?still think i can smell his ghostly feet some days , i bet its him that keeps stopping my lottery balls from going up the tube on saturdays ?speaking of ghosts anybody know any any ghost stories ????????
snowy Posted January 14, 2006 Report Posted January 14, 2006 our old house (an old victorion house, 3 story) that we all grew up in, in handsworth, HAUNTED! for sure, my brother used to always be laffing when he was a kid, my mom used to say who you playing with? "BARDIACK" he replied, he lives over there in the green house(opposite our house) took no notice, any way we only delved in to the history of that house since we all left handsworth (after mom & dad died) guess what,? the green house opposite turned out to have been a vicarage (a polish vicar) only had a son fall out of the attic window! YES! his name was BARDIACK!, A TRUE STORY.
T_T Posted January 14, 2006 Report Posted January 14, 2006 Siverwings, No ghost story as such but an evening out of curiosity I paid a visit to a " reading " with my wife. The medium picked on me almost immediately and said " your'e a dart player", and Charlie says " hello " now how did this guy know I play darts and that my darts partner was Charlie who I had played darts with in the mens pairs for 6yrs prior to his death. He also said, " Charlie salutes you " and it was a thing Charlie did whenever he saw me, him being an ex serviceman, always touched his forehead as in a salute. There is I'm sure, somewhere else.
jimmy white Posted January 14, 2006 Report Posted January 14, 2006 good on you snowy , brought up the hard way , but the right wayi remember what your old dad had to do to keep you all fed true, but when you were talking about ghosts, i thought there was either a ghost or a burglar in the kitchen about 4am, me being a coward picked up my walking stick and tip toed through, sure enough there was a slight noise, so i flung the door open ,ready with the walking stick,,,,it was my parrot got out and had the kitchen wrecked, youve heard the old one about the paracetamol, well there was a packet lying on the work top and it was true the" paratsetemall," it was none the worse for it, but i bet it never had a sore head for a few days ;D ;D ;D ;D dead true.
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