tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post154903042796483139..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: In Praise of John And Marian’sKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-32755934149615339552012-04-02T11:29:44.501+01:002012-04-02T11:29:44.501+01:00This reminds me of another life—I’ve crammed sever...This reminds me of another life—I’ve crammed several into my fifty-two years—where we (a different ‘we’ to the ‘we’ I’m currently a part of) were the hub of a large body of friends—mostly single—who were always popping in and out of each other’s houses. Our John and Marion were Eddie and Helen; a more sociable couple you couldn’t meet (well maybe <i>you</i> have) as long as you were willing to take them as you found them and even though we never stayed over since most of us lived in the neighbourhood anyway Helen and Eddie’s was a home away from home. Years later when I married one of the ‘we’ I was on about and the two of us became our own ‘we’ we set up house and didn’t get round to visiting Helen and Eddie’s quite so much but found that others from that original group started drifting out to our house which was nice. I remember one of them commenting that they loved coming to visit us because she could literally kick off her shoes and curl up on the couch; we always made everyone feel at home; we had no airs and graces. A part of me misses that life. I miss Helen and Eddie terribly but lives move on. I’m now a part of another ‘we’ and I’m a different me to the me they knew and loved and I learned a long time ago never to go back. That’s what memories are for. Just wish mine worked better.<br /><br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-39042615742980063242012-04-01T23:46:45.312+01:002012-04-01T23:46:45.312+01:00If you're looking to be invited back again, yo...If you're looking to be invited back again, you're doing it right. :)Lisanoreply@blogger.com