tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post1385787764227923556..comments2024-01-01T19:09:57.162-05:00Comments on Charleston Daily Photo: Airmail Please!Charlestonjoanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12590582268028752174noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post-33120287262251451712011-05-01T13:05:15.803-04:002011-05-01T13:05:15.803-04:00I read this a couple weeks ago while I was stuck i...I read this a couple weeks ago while I was stuck in traffic in Vancouver (Canada) and it really lifted my spirits! Thank you for sharing your stories!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post-80915389598927439722011-04-22T11:43:17.023-04:002011-04-22T11:43:17.023-04:00Namrata - We had telephones installed the year bef...Namrata - We had telephones installed the year before I left so it must have been about 1972 but of course our friends didn't have them so there was no one to call except businesses. I never saw a tv at that time but I am sure everyone has one now. It was a different time!Charlestonjoanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12590582268028752174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post-54319413523734893092011-04-22T10:34:38.596-04:002011-04-22T10:34:38.596-04:00That you had a disciplined upbringing is evident b...That you had a disciplined upbringing is evident by your words that radio was accessible only on sundays for a limited time.Somehow my mother who was a disciplinarian couldn't manage to keep the radio/transistor away from my elder sis who was constantly listening to songs both Hindi & English.When the music sessions of the local & the national station were over, she would with amazing patience, tune very slowly all over, till she could could catch the overseas stations.It's because of her that I can still recall the echoes of the sound of bells & the kookaburra which were or perhaps still are respectively, the signature tune of a BBC Radio & some station in Australia.This post also made me remember that households in a small town of Shillong did not have TV till the early 1980's and while landline telephones were there since the 1950's,most households did not consider it to be a necesssity for decades, because those days people visited each other and that too, without appointments and kept in touch with outstation kin & friends through letters.How habits have changed in a matter of decades.Telephonic touch has replaced visits and e-mails have replaced letters!Namratanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post-69421631218164950152011-04-22T09:24:37.913-04:002011-04-22T09:24:37.913-04:00He was a good one! I do enjoy real characters - th...He was a good one! I do enjoy real characters - they are ageless.Charlestonjoanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12590582268028752174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post-16601998870289170532011-04-22T07:44:01.262-04:002011-04-22T07:44:01.262-04:00Wow, Joan... what a cool story! My earliest pen p...Wow, Joan... what a cool story! My earliest pen pal was a boy from Scotland. Which, I am sure, fueled my romantic fantasies about Scotland. Which only got stronger when I actually WENT to Scotland, eons later. Penpals rule. Scotland rules. And you rule. Long live Queen Joan!Marchelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201825708442679157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post-59412822858468920402011-04-22T07:19:09.297-04:002011-04-22T07:19:09.297-04:00Only Joan Perry would think to do something like t...Only Joan Perry would think to do something like that. Always the fund raiser...even so young. This memory made my day. Pam D.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post-58796054313409086562011-04-21T16:04:48.054-04:002011-04-21T16:04:48.054-04:00This post amde me smile. In far away Australia I ...This post amde me smile. In far away Australia I ended up with an american girl called Lori from somewhere in California as my penpal and for the life of me I cannot tell you how that started. But your mature penpal sounds more intriguing. AND he included money!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post-16620562494426611752011-04-21T14:25:29.447-04:002011-04-21T14:25:29.447-04:00That's a sweet story.
I tried to penpal with ...That's a sweet story.<br /><br />I tried to penpal with a cousin of mine years ago. We did that for a long time. She in Fiji, me in America. It was fun, but then in high school, somehow we lost touch.<br /><br />Then email and facebook came on the scene but we still never really connected as we did as kids. Oh well. The busyness of life, I guess.Single Galhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07500812106320253932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30462606.post-73563028791961565372011-04-21T01:21:17.944-04:002011-04-21T01:21:17.944-04:00What an amazing man Mr. Stone was! Imagine starti...What an amazing man Mr. Stone was! Imagine starting violin lessons and learning woodworking at age 90, and do it well enough to perform in a concert and win a fair ribbon. I just hope to be able to sit upright and maybe blink at that age. I'm sure your correspondence meant as much to him as it did to you. Great story. :)<br /><br />SLowandslowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08608734222483888884noreply@blogger.com