A few weeks back I reblogged a post Firenze fashions, about a day in the life of an Insurance clerk. I only did 3 posts about my time with the Hartford Fire Ins Co, was going to be just 2 but the second was getting a bit messy so I split it, anyway here’s Part on of a post entitled “cuppa tea”
Part 2 will follow almost immediately or later depending………….
During the frolic entitle “Firenze Fashion” I made mention of a small group from the “Hartford” and our local, pub that is; It normally consisted of just four of us. Bob Moss, the claims manager, the ex-RAAF pilot, Keith; right at this moment Keith’s surname is escaping me, when it comes to me I’ll let you all know what it was..
It was thinking about Keith and the last time we met. It’s more than 35 years since I met him, by chance, at a pub in Dee Why, where else would I meet up with an old drinking partner?
He told me then, that he had cancer, I think that he is no longer with us!
An ex NSW policeman, who gave up the force, when his request for going unarmed was denied. He moved south to Melbourne, where the police were unarmed; and got himself a job with…
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LordBeariOfBow 
A great read, Lord 🐻 iOfBow!
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Thank you for sharing with us!
HUGS!!!
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Thanks Carolyn; I’m getting all this stuff put together for Ruby & Poppy May as suggested 😛 🐶🐾 🐻 🐻😅🍻
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How wonderful! 🙂
Last year my kiddos (all grown and have families of their own) asked me to put some of my poems together for them in a “book”. So I copied a bunch of the poems and put them in notebooks and gave them to my kids. I was honored that they wanted them at all. Some of the poems were poems I wrote to them when they were babies/little kids…and they’d never seen them before.
(((HUGS)))
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My children couldn’t give a damn about anything that I’ve written Carolyn, perhaps Emma will when I show her and give her the stuff I’m putting together for her daughters. They will be down next Thursday and I plan to have 80 or 100 pages all printed out.
My children only speak to me when they need to use my brain, the rest of the time they consider me brain dead and themselves of greater intellect. Kind of odd when you think about it.
It no longer worries me.
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Best not to worry about it.
Having lost an elder relative last year, we appreciated when we found letters and journals she had written and saved. Her memories written down meant a lot to her kids and grandchildren. 🙂
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No way it will worry me Carolyn, disappoint? Yes Worry ? No way! made of sterner stuff. 😁 🐶🐾
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Good! Worrying doesn’t do any body any good!
But, hugs do…so, (((HUGS)))
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I don’t worry about such things Carolyn it’s pointless 😛
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