Buddy, can
you spare me a dime?
We had spent a wonderful day
driving through East Anglia
looking for Eighth Air Force locations.
We saw the memorial to the 452nd Bomb Group in
Hingham
and, at Horham, the memorial to the 412th Bomb
Group and
my Dad's old airfield - the paintings in the
Officer's Club are
as vibrant today as the day they were painted,
but the
biggest birds on the runway now are chickens.
At the end of the day, we
chose a nice B&B hotel
in Beccles. The proprietor, an older gentleman,
was warm and friendly, making me feel an instant
friend.
While I was unloading our baggage from the car,
he came out to offer a hand, I thought.
"Say, could ya spare a fiver?", he
said.
We had already established such a rapport, that I
reached unconsciously for my wallet,
while feeling a simultaneous unease.
"Uh, sure.", I mumbled.
But, before I could reach my pocket, he grabbed
my
arm and laughed,
"Naw, I were just 'avin' a
gaime wi' ya!"
I laughed too, somewhat puzzled, but at the
same time feeling I had gained an insight
into the British sense of humor.
G. S., Abington, MA
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Ten Fab Days
We went on 10 fabulous days to
the British isles last May, it was wonderful, we
had the most fabulous 10 days of our lives--plus it was our 10th wedding anniversary.
We got to Haydock, and went to
Liverpool, I never ever thought I would ever make
it to the Merseyside. We visited the pub where
they had marble in the men's bathroom, we went to
Mathew Street it was late the stores were not
open. We would like to go back and stay in London
again for a few days and travel to Liverpool and
sightsee on our own.
We had a wonderful tour guide
his name was Clive. We went to England, Scotland,
and Wales. I never would have believed we would
ever go to Europe! WE MADE IT. IT WAS FABULOUS,
the people are so nice over there.
RCramer994@aol.com
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The One that
got Away
While driving through a lonely
stretch of Northeast England, enjoying the
scenery along the River Esk, my husband and I
were flagged down by an elderly gentleman. His
gestures had such urgency that we felt sure life
or limb was at risk somewhere nearby. It turned
out that he had caught a salmon, his line was
snagged on a root, the fish was under a rocky
ledge AND he had forgotten his net. So, the
"emergency" was the need to dash home
for the forgotten net before the salmon got off
the hook.
We had rented a small car, so
I got out to wait with his wife and the fish
while my husband took our forgetful fisherman
home. His wife and I chatted amiably about
fishing and the river. The River Esk, I learned,
is quite a good salmon river. All the while I
imagined being invited home for a sumptuous
salmon feast after we had saved the day. The
salmon, unfortunately, had other ideas. While we
talked, the fish freed itself and continued
merrily upstream. All we could do was walk back
to the road to await the return of our husbands.
When my husband and the
luckless fisherman got back, all he could talk
about was the record breaker he had lost. I think
that fish was bigger now than when it was on the
hook. As we drove away, our mouths still watered
at the thought of the feast that got away.
E. S., Jacksonville, FL
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