tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post6625229916267788689..comments2023-10-26T05:49:59.824-04:00Comments on Reflections of a Grady Doctor: Where I'm From.gradydoctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-48861759923345391382011-07-13T00:10:04.909-04:002011-07-13T00:10:04.909-04:00Anon--I won't. . . .I promise. Thank you for y...Anon--I won't. . . .I promise. Thank you for your honesty.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-87970987945715124852011-07-11T10:55:39.133-04:002011-07-11T10:55:39.133-04:00I love this post. Please don't take for grant...I love this post. Please don't take for granted that you came from love, because I came from hate, courtesy of an inhuman Holocaust survivor who happened to be my mother.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-56841572688431947662011-07-10T11:43:33.792-04:002011-07-10T11:43:33.792-04:00Oh Lucy! I love knowing that someone in New Zealan...Oh Lucy! I love knowing that someone in New Zealand (aka "My New Zealand Lucy") regularly reads and comments on this blog. But this? This was your best ever! LOVE, love, love it! Thank you for that glorious glimpse into what it's like to be where you're from--New Zealand! Awesome!!!!<br /><br />Elizabeth---you SO have to do this! It is really, really fun! Oh my LAWD--and rose colored lenses? REALLY? So funny!gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-92079599242290859102011-07-10T01:40:23.252-04:002011-07-10T01:40:23.252-04:00I loved this post and read it all the way through,...I loved this post and read it all the way through, laughing at times and recognizing a lot of it, too. I think that I might have had the same exact pair of glasses -- or spectacles -- or goggles -- as you in the one photo, but I'm a little bit older. Mine looked nearly exactly like those, but they were rose colored with rose colored lenses. Good god.<br /><br />Inspirational -- I'd love to try it --Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-6015594175025180142011-07-09T17:55:09.192-04:002011-07-09T17:55:09.192-04:00LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this.
I'm from winters where...LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this.<br /><br />I'm from winters where it rains all day, and summers where you burn in 10 minutes. I'm from walks in the Waitakere Ranges, and on Bethells, Muriwai, and Piha, the black sand beaches of the West Coast. I'm from fish and chips and ice creams at Mission Bay, and swimming and playing in the fountain. <br /><br />I'm from jelly shoes and gumboots, and blue Bananas in Pyjamas sandals. I'm from plastic Noddy and Friends lunchboxes complete with cheese and Marmite sandwiches. I'm from Barney beach towels. I'm from stripey leggings that were the epitome of cool. I'm from replying to the kids TV shows, and asking Dad if they can really hear me through the TV screen.<br /><br />I'm from Pokemon cards and jelly bracelets, and electric shocks from plastic slides. I'm from raincoats and splashing in puddles, and 'No you cannot go swimming without sunblock on!' I'm from hopscotch and handball and Around The World.<br /><br />I'm from vegetables on dinner plates for 'colour scheme', and 'No, you can't have chips/fizzy drink/juice because its not a special occasion!' I'm from doing homework otherwise Mum will 'have your guts for garters', and I'm from working hard for good grades. <br /><br />I'm from waiting for the sheep to finish crossing the road before the car can keep moving on the way to the bach, and the stink of silage that makes you roll up the windows. I'm from sea views and eating fruit straight from the orchard. I'm from a five minute walk from the house to the beach. I'm from digging for pipis in the sand and then barbecuing them back home. I'm from eating salty oysters and sharing a fork with Dad.<br /><br />What you know about that, y'all? :)Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02306290080896203929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-50607303521825051372011-07-08T20:32:30.037-04:002011-07-08T20:32:30.037-04:00OMG, y'all!
Neil, you know you're from ge...OMG, y'all!<br /><br />Neil, you know you're from getting kicked off of school buses and Fleetwoods! That and Rhoda's homemade cooking!<br /><br />Shannon, hot peas and butter? Worst game ever! One kid hides a belt and the others go look for it. Whoever finds it first--I am not kidding--subsequently BEATS the crap out of everyone with it all the way back to the base. Then that <br />person hides it. . . . .sigh.<br /><br />Deborah! OMG where you're from. . . . .the best! Love the part where you tucked your dress in your snow pants! Thanks SO much for being such a great sport! You made my day with that!!<br /><br /><br />T- MawMaw sounds rad!gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-48329764713261550542011-07-08T18:26:01.240-04:002011-07-08T18:26:01.240-04:00Ok, here's a northern version:
I'm from a ...Ok, here's a northern version:<br />I'm from a place where "going to the beach" meant swimming in a lake and "going to the lake" meant boating. I'm from covering all the windows in plastic in the fall so the cold air didn't come in as much, the wonderful woody warm smell of the house being heated by a wood stove, breathing the cold outside air through the mask of a woolen scarf tied over your mouth and nose, laughing as you sit in a sled being pulled through endless open fields by a snowmobile. I'm from visiting my grandma in the Twin Cities and feeling very cosmopolitan when we took the bus to the Dayton's in downtown Minneapolis. I'm from moon boots and jelly shoes, rainbow magnetic belts, sunburns that turned to tan every (late) spring, cheap plastic swimming pools because few people bother to have real ones, being cold every Easter because the dresses were always sleeveless, indoor Easter egg hunts, and trying to stuff a dress into snow pants (because in kindergarten I wore a dress every day, even in the winter). I'm from roller rinks and having my mom set my hair with socks to make my hair curly. I'm from a place where people oohed over my dark brown eyes. I'm from soft-spoken, stoic scandenavian relatives and parents who never ever said it, but still loved me unconditionally. I'm from knowing what was expected of me without anyone having to say it.<br /><br />Loved this post! Thank you so much.Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17901964440495089045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-30717080549479332012011-07-08T16:35:59.475-04:002011-07-08T16:35:59.475-04:00I'm from summers at MawMaw's with my cousi...I'm from summers at MawMaw's with my cousins. Watching "Today's Special" and eating chicken nuggets from McDonald's...Loved this! :)T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16347977755666640575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-14616838222780772902011-07-08T13:55:58.483-04:002011-07-08T13:55:58.483-04:00I'm from the EXTACT same place your from. Repr...I'm from the EXTACT same place your from. Representing from the "Woods of Ingle" :)<br />But I need help in teaching my kids that it is not "Now AND Laters" it is "Now'N Laters". And I thought my mother was the only one who put foil on the ends of braids. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Oh! I have never heard of Hot Peas and Butter. That must have come from the Monarch side of the Wood. The Sentinels didn't play that :)Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777480509677521069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-41646487563700976852011-07-08T02:34:01.762-04:002011-07-08T02:34:01.762-04:00Don't know much about, "Where I'm Fro...Don't know much about, "Where I'm From" but after I realized the DPs did "Rebirth of Slick," I gave it a listen for like the first time in 15 years. Brought me right back to my NYC days. Thank you:)Neil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04233606735125469086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-46402747740178785202011-07-08T00:45:10.275-04:002011-07-08T00:45:10.275-04:00Ok. This was hilarious. And the best thing is th...Ok. This was hilarious. And the best thing is that I could relate to 95 percent of these things despite being from the deep deep country ass south as opposed to the hip ass Cali. ('Cause you know we all thought our cousins from New York and Cali were "the hippest and the mostest.") But I'm still a black woman born in the 70's and this is where we're all from!! Love it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-74681153373627831602011-07-08T00:29:27.507-04:002011-07-08T00:29:27.507-04:00Okay, Kris! Your turn to do it next!Okay, Kris! Your turn to do it next!gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-68655166210077762822011-07-07T22:33:43.910-04:002011-07-07T22:33:43.910-04:00ok- for real- this might be my favorite post EVER....ok- for real- this might be my favorite post EVER.<br />lovin' it- feelin' it- having lived a similar - paler version from across the coast at the same time- girl i love you! it took me back- and it made me laugh- gems in this- you are 'kid- dyn-o-mite!'Kris Reidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05739879318467500815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-24750726647340922982011-07-07T21:12:50.139-04:002011-07-07T21:12:50.139-04:00I try and try to explain Hot Peas & Butter to ...I try and try to explain Hot Peas & Butter to people... they are always confused. LOL!!!<br /><br />I love it. Cuz that's where I'm from, too!<br />XOXO,<br />Spunky Onionsdjdjd04https://www.blogger.com/profile/11505371470238707568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-23264227858693950432011-07-07T20:39:14.647-04:002011-07-07T20:39:14.647-04:00Come on, girlfriend!! You know I was talking about...Come on, girlfriend!! You know I was talking about CHERRY STIX for 10 cents! Not to be confused with STYX the band. . . . .<br /><br />Ooohhhhh and we used to stick them IN the pickle. . .kind of like a sweet and sour party in your mouth!gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-83691720447987532752011-07-07T20:04:53.517-04:002011-07-07T20:04:53.517-04:00LOVE love LOVE it. Funny and lots of details that ...LOVE love LOVE it. Funny and lots of details that grabbed my heart.<br /><br />Now when we're talking Jolly Ranchers, we're talking the STICKS right? They were 10 cents each plus one cent tax.<br /><br />p.s. Bernetta was frenemies with my girl Chelsea. We'd call her Bernadetta to piss her off, but I was always a little afraid she'd kick my ass. Also, she used to laugh at my thumbs--especially when they had red nail polish on them. In her defense, I got some punk-ass thumbs.<br /><br />xoxoxo Thank you for the many many shout outs.Ann Imighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01383249597505013239noreply@blogger.com