Since I was a kid, my family travelled the #EasternShore of #Halifax (when it was a County)
Most of my relatives start at Tangier, and stop at the end of the Municipality. My parents had a cottage in Necum Teuch.
#StoryTime
My FRIDAY and SUNDAY memories went like this: #Weekend#Thread#memories
Packing the car, Unpacking the car. And usually, throwing up, in the car. I always got car sick.
(County signs were Green, Municipality signs are Blue)
Some 52 years ago, when I was in 4th grade of primary school, I found a book "who put glasses on the kid's eyes" in a small book shop in open bazaar of my hometown Ahvaz in khuzestan province of Iran.
A few days later, we had to bring a book to school and read it in front of the class. Happy as I was to have found a great book, I took it to school and read it in front of the class.
I couldn't understand why my teacher was acting so scared and stopped me before I had finished the book and sent me to the principals office.
I was nervous, didn't know what I had done wrong and our principal, who was a really nice man, and went to the same university as my oldest sister took the book and asked me where I had bought it. I knew something was wrong, so I said I bought it at the book store of our local mosque, to protect the guy who was my source of cheap and lovely books and would buy back my old ones to help me afford buying new ones.
In the evening my father came home, agitated and clearly upset. Asked me what I have done and I explained the situation, including the fact that I lied about wher I had bought the book. Told him the highlight of the book about a happy child who was living in a town with happy people who were all wearing glasses.
He was seeing flowers, colorful houses. Nice people and happy children all around him, birds flying in the sky and everyone were so friendly to him.
Until one day he fell of and his glasses broke. He couldn't believe his eyes, the flowers, colorful houses and happy people were all gone. All he could see was a run down city, with piles of garbage everywhere, people wearing worn out clothes, looking hungry and sick.
He was nece happy after that, he couldn't believe that everyone were walking around with glasses and we're happy all the time. But he was sad and miserable, because he had seen his town without those glasses.
Anyway. My father took me to a building close to the main police station on the other side of the Karun river, he spent almost entire day in a room where I could people screaming at him and a few times someone his the table very hard. But couldn't hear what they were saying.
My dad came out. Pulled my hand without saying a word, we walked for an hour to get home, didn't take taxi as we used to do.
He didn't say a word during the whole day and told me to go over my books and bring all the books I had bought from that shop, he through them in a metal bucket and poured some fuel over it, set them on fire and waited until they were completely burned, mixed the ashes to turn them into dust, filled the bucket with water and through it in the toilet.
He told me to never go back to that shop and be careful to take any books to school from now on.
That' was my first interaction with the notorious Savak police of Shah of Iran. In the next days, all the 4 book stores in our town were raided. Books confiscated and doors locked. Never heard about any of them again.
Reading the comments of pro Israeli accounts on mastodon reminded me of that book and that experience that changed my life when I was only 8 years old.
This post specially triggered those memories. Unlike the kid in my book and the people living in the town, these people know very well tat what they are posting is not true, they have seen the horror of the past 76 years of occupation, they have seen the 66 times they were subject to UNSC charges, and 45 that were vetoed by the US..
But they don't care, they see themselves as victims. They don't see the millions of starving palestinians, or the millions living in refuge camps around the world as worthy of their empathy or cause of why Palestinians and some of the world is fed up with their out of control criminal behavior
They don't have glasses on their eyes, they have chosen to be selective and above the laws of the world.
Just making an afternoon cup of generic 'dirty chai' and it's giving us flashbacks to a very memorable breakfast at a spot in #HongKong that served great 'yuanyang' coffee a few years ago.
So vivid in our memories! The walk across a small park, the corner location, the upstairs venue. Good times. (2017). Can't imagine a scenario where we'd be back there again, given how it's gone off the rails with the authoritarian takeover. Never is a long time though I guess.
On my grand parents #NorthDakota farm was this old car abandoned in the gully where he put stuff he didn't want to see, but might need a part from some day. Every old farm has a place like that.
Of course, as kids we would play in it for hours, pretending to be gangsters who had just robbed a bank, fleeing from the cops. This pic is from 1997, when I made a return visit and wanted to recapture some of those memories.
Used to watch Tomorrow's World when young (was it before or after Top of the Pops?). Inventions seemed to be presented as potentially for the benefit of all. Or that's my memory of it anyway.
If it was still on it'd probably just be a schill for tech product press releases and news of the latest ego extension project of various man-baby oligarchs. #change#TV#BBC#Memories#technology#maudlin
Quoi? Keskiya? Appelle-moi goeland ou mouette ou pigeon si tu veux, ça change rien, je vais continuer à chier sur vos têtes et sur vos moyens de locomotion, et faire du bruit insupportable, tant que vous viendez polluer l'eau et la plage ! T'as vu là derrière? La preuve des saloperies que vous nous faites. Mainnan dégage! Sinon j'appelle mes congénères et tu ne pourras même plus nettoyer notre merde sur ta tête!
Am I the only one sitting here with a heavy heart pondering the lost promise of a #MichelleObama chased from a political future by racist, fascist, sexist MAGAts roaming free in this country I served for 20 years and more? #Memories#JustReminiscing #BlackMastodon
Vous aviez quoi, comme jouets de bain, vous ^^ ?
moi j'avais cette pomme fisherprice ❤️ 🍎 !
Elle a disparu après un déménagement, et j'en ai trouvé une autre en brocante pour 5€ il y a quelques années. Elle fait des bruits de ding dong quand elle tangue dans l'eau, dans laquelle elle flotte.
faites-moi voir ce que vous aviez quand vous étiez petits ! qui avait la tortue playschool qui sort la tête de l'eau :D ?
Tomorrow night, next concert! Finally!
Extreme playing at the Live Music Hall, Cologne.
Pretty excited, though they're not my all time favourites; but still a great world-class band I wanted to see for a long time.
Also brings up memories of so many awesome concerts there: Skyclad/Subway to Sally, Iced Earth/Nevermore, Pennywise/Heideroosjes/Beatsteaks, Transatlantic, Porcupine Tree, Knorkator, Volbeat, etc...
I took this photo of king penguins in Porvenir, Tierra del Fuego, Chile, my beautiful country. The King Penguins of Tierra del Fuego are the only colony that inhabits South America. In 2010, this charismatic seabird arrived in Tierra del Fuego to feed, breed and live. The reproductive cycle of the king penguin is the longest of the 18 penguin species, lasting between 14 and 15 months from courtship to the end of breeding, they do not build nests and lay only one egg that the father or mother incubates between their feet. If successful, they lay two eggs in a period of three years. At around five years of age, the species reaches sexual maturity. #naturephotography#chile#tierradelfuego#magallanes#porvenir#kingpenguins#memories
This was a good day. Saw a pile of cherry blossom petals on the ground and plopped down for a selfie. Nothing more. Just a moment of joy. Gotta celebrate the ones we’ve had.
Happy Lei Day to all Hawaiians and beyond! These are the leis my wife and I got from the Royal Hawaiian Hotel on our honeymoon 2005. #Hawaii#romantic#memories
There is a challenge on Facebook where people share pictures of their #youth. My time to participate.
Left picture: I'm a bridesmaid at my twin #sister's wedding. My hair is not real 🙈, a guitar is and I actually sang a #song and played my #guitar. On the right: a #graduation picture from 1990 with my sister and our #grandmas. I am on the left with my head partially out of the picture. Our mother made these national costumes for us. #familyportrait#memories#suomimastodon#finland#music
Watching #eurovision I was pleasantly surprised to see Gåte representing Norway.
It reminded me of that very early morning two decades ago when I jumped bud-naked in a fjord together with one of the band members. It was late at night after a performance at the local student venue. I'll never forget how* we ended up heating ourselves in front of a large restaurant oven.
*by walking through a cheering crowd.. I'm sooo happy cellphone cameras were shit those days :-)
Which childhood videogame is your playing tradition?
Every year, I will put christmas music and sit to play Super Mario Bros on the NES at least once, since I grew up with it.