tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post6138098048296497108..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: How to Time Travel Ken Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-8254242559313187102014-12-31T13:37:52.511+00:002014-12-31T13:37:52.511+00:00When it came to looking towards the future I think...When it came to looking towards the future I think the main thing for me was making it to the 21st century. The idea of living in a year beginning ‘20’ was so science fiction. And we’d all be wearing tin suits and driving (flying?) hover cars. We did all have home computers but no robots. People talk about the speed things change and on one level, yes, things are changing at breakneck speed but broadly-speaking the world hasn’t changed that much. I took a wee tour of my hometown a few weeks back on Google Earth—who’d’ve imagined <i>that</i> back in the seventies?—but the thing was it really hadn’t changed much at all since the seventies. The stores were still the same. Okay the clothes store became a video rental store which became a DVD rental store which is a florist now if memory serves right but it’s still the same store and the pavement outside it is the same one I walked down hundreds (thousands?) of times. In so many ways the world we live in now is still the world our parents lived in. I don’t dress that different from my dad when he was the age I am now. I don’t look so different from him—apart from the beard (he hated facial hair and was forever on at me to shave it off)—and quite often I find some of his phrases creeping up on me. He died and left a dad-shaped hole and I filled it. I’m the dad now. Not quite sure when that happened—or when I became comfortable with it happening—but happen it has. I’d’ve never imagined when I was nineteen that my life would turn out the way it has and I had a good imagination. I’d’ve got it so wrong. Even in my mid-thirties when I wrote <i>Living with the Truth</i> and portrayed my future self as Jonathan Payne I got it so wrong and now, when I imagine what my life might be like in my seventies, I’m probably way off again.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-49651218087470536122014-11-30T17:33:28.261+00:002014-11-30T17:33:28.261+00:00Very, very nice - heart-warming!Very, very nice - heart-warming!Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10282029770260743079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-42598905379974524062013-01-01T18:47:52.293+00:002013-01-01T18:47:52.293+00:00Just wonderful.
Very moving.
I loved it. Just wonderful.<br /><br />Very moving.<br /><br />I loved it. Holly Searlenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-14953991176407573472012-12-31T09:08:13.700+00:002012-12-31T09:08:13.700+00:00Great piece of writing. Enjoyed the recollections....Great piece of writing. Enjoyed the recollections. Off to think through my past...ND Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16510971525209549921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-86765334118347463782012-12-30T15:56:18.825+00:002012-12-30T15:56:18.825+00:00Great story. The real reason we took the back road...Great story. The real reason we took the back road was because I had no licence. The amount of people we visit in the grave yard every Christmas is increasing every year and it sad but as long as we keep up the visits we will always always have good memories of these people.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02828648865602385120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-69467874978799030232012-12-30T12:40:21.777+00:002012-12-30T12:40:21.777+00:00Hi Ken,bittersweet memories(I'm not turning in...Hi Ken,bittersweet memories(I'm not turning into whitney or Dolly )I suppose everything must change it's inevitable,but we choose to safeguard a precious few in our minds.It's been a hard year,every Christmas I put wreaths on relatives graves with my Dad,this year,I did it alone.Our parents may no longer be here,they still exist as the foremost of our memories,testament to them.By the way 1982 was the year a former classmate 'believed he could fly'<br />by jumping off the Baymount balcony<br />and emerged unscathed,can't remember who broke his fall though.. take care Kenseoirse mac enrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11894305600071657649noreply@blogger.com