tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post5579034091806101114..comments2024-03-18T08:42:53.876+00:00Comments on CRIVENS! COMICS & STUFF!: KID KLASSICS - LITTLE LOST BEAR ON A BEACH...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-62552800261963053232014-06-20T18:12:45.337+01:002014-06-20T18:12:45.337+01:00I remember being surprised at there being no sand,...I remember being surprised at there being no sand, just pebbles. I take it Southsea has its own stretch of beach, but I can't recall whether it had sand or not. Looks like it 'though in the postcards.Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-41673034229417979352014-06-20T14:37:07.193+01:002014-06-20T14:37:07.193+01:00I recall now that I've actually been to the be...I recall now that I've actually been to the beach in Portsmouth, if the details of that recollection are correct there's a stumpy pier there and I think that shingle is an artificial addition, they've dumped that stuff all around the coast there. Plays havoc with your fishing line, cos it's not weathered and I daren't think what it's like for the knippers walking over it to get into to the sea to do some paddling, I recall that from days gone by and it's absolute torture.DeadSpiderEyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07687178085803686186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-53766805036979672242014-06-20T00:47:56.993+01:002014-06-20T00:47:56.993+01:00I'm off to look at that link right now, GB - t...I'm off to look at that link right now, GB - ta much.Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-37787558377713418482014-06-20T00:28:09.125+01:002014-06-20T00:28:09.125+01:00http://worlds-poetry.com/robert_service/teddy_bear...http://worlds-poetry.com/robert_service/teddy_bear<br /><br />It's just called Teddy Bear, Kid, although I like the Portuguese version Urso Do Teddy. It is indeed a sad poem.Gey Blabbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08574046212154188903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-16780458383802979562014-06-19T19:10:52.296+01:002014-06-19T19:10:52.296+01:00Indeed, Col. And I sometimes wonder how many of th...Indeed, Col. And I sometimes wonder how many of them are deceased and beyond caring that they ever had a letter printed, even 'though, in some instances, it may be one of the few things that marks their perhaps brief existence.<br /><br />******<br /><br />Ah, Robert Service - now there was a poet. There's a profound and poignant sadness that permeates that poem (which I've never read before) that appeals to me. Is that the full poem, GB, and what's its title?Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-26499222443290629072014-06-19T15:58:01.843+01:002014-06-19T15:58:01.843+01:00"I sometimes wonder if the child who owned hi..."I sometimes wonder if the child who owned him (now an adult) has long since forgotten him, or yet thinks of him on occasion."<br /><br />Hopefully that child didn't drop his bear on the beach when he was swept out to sea, Kid. Hopefully he went on to grow up and become an adult, unlike the one in the poem by Robert Service:<br /><br />'Do you sometimes long for a chubby hand, <br />And a voice so sweetly shrill? <br />O Teddy Bear! don't you understand <br />Why the house is awf'ly still? <br />You sit with your muzzle propped on your paws, <br />And your whimsical face askew. <br />Don't wait, don't wait for your friend ... because<br />He's sleeping and dreaming too."Gey Blabbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08574046212154188903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-61076645171526581202014-06-19T15:24:08.371+01:002014-06-19T15:24:08.371+01:00Kid, he could have been owned by an adult - Gyles ...Kid, he could have been owned by an adult - Gyles Brandreth has a whole collection of them. I've been reading the letters pages from the POTA weekly on the Hunter's POTA website and I wondered the same thing about those letter writers -how many of them remember about their childhood love for POTA and do they still care or remember that they had a letter printed ? Those letters were a window into a vanished past and were both fascinating and poignant.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-58559681163093178752014-06-19T13:49:32.454+01:002014-06-19T13:49:32.454+01:00And don't I know it. At least his image fared ...And don't I know it. At least his image fared better for posterity. He survives in that and memory, if nothing else. I sometimes wonder if the child who owned him (now an adult) has long since forgotten him, or yet thinks of him on occasion. Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-69068660189516583582014-06-19T13:45:43.989+01:002014-06-19T13:45:43.989+01:00Admittedly, it's a beach consisting of pebbles...Admittedly, it's a beach consisting of pebbles rather than sand, but I think it's still (just) qualifies as a beach. There's nothing like considering the immensity and majesty of the sea to make one realise one's own inconsequence in the great scheme of things. Yup, seashores are places full of mood, sure enough.Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-33484587848273405562014-06-19T13:38:17.907+01:002014-06-19T13:38:17.907+01:00Kid, feeling guilty about inanimate objects makes ...Kid, feeling guilty about inanimate objects makes no sense but it's happened to me too. While I was reading the post I assumed it was going to end with you saying that the bear now sits in your front room, all happy and dry with new eyes - but you left him on the beach, you monster !!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-85746980234239778002014-06-19T13:32:56.351+01:002014-06-19T13:32:56.351+01:00There's a beach in Portsmouth? Now there's...There's a beach in Portsmouth? Now there's news to me. It doesn't surprise me that your coastal ambulations stir some reflective thought though. I find a certain mood haunts the coast round there, especially out of season. Selsey, a few miles away, is laden with a particular mood, West beach with its prominent lifeboat house and a row of public benches facing the sea, that seems to stretch for miles, each one with a memorial dedication. Yep that kind of thing evokes some interesting reflection, the kind that would endow the erstwhile trivial flotsam found scattered on the shoreline with a sublime significance.DeadSpiderEyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07687178085803686186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-73680677093691305742014-06-19T11:58:16.434+01:002014-06-19T11:58:16.434+01:00I've got tons of guilt I haven't even used...I've got tons of guilt I haven't even used yet - wanna buy some? Roll up, roll up - get yer guilt here!Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-57726285171631347192014-06-19T09:33:14.262+01:002014-06-19T09:33:14.262+01:00Jings, Kid, William Styron himself'll be ringi...Jings, Kid, William Styron himself'll be ringing you up soon to ask for lessons in feeling guilty after reading your stories about the bear and the ornament, y'ken.Gey Blabbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08574046212154188903noreply@blogger.com