viernes, julio 18, 2008

Holidays As They Should Be

Holidays, or vacations as the 'other people' like to call them, are not what they used to be.

When I grew up, we were so poor we couldn't have holidays as people class them now. My younger brother and I were fortunate enough to survive a 7-hour journey to spend a week with our grandparents. It wasn't that they lived thousands of miles away, transport was just so shit then, it took 3 hours to travel 100 miles.

We were so agitated on the journey that we spent the entire time repeating "Are we there yet?" until we fell asleep. Not because we were bored but because we were anxious to be there. However, when we finally arrived - we were so excited we couldn't sleep.

After our parents had dumped us there and gone somewhere else to practice making babies or something, we would spend days hunting for other stuff we had never seen.

Grandpa Goth taught us how to make bows and arrows from trees with penknives. He taught us how to hunt things, and afterwards Grandma Goth taught us how to fix the poor animals we had inadvertedly speared but not killed.

It was a holiday because we came back better people than when we went and with a different view on life. We learned things we could never hope to attain where we lived for the other 50 weeks of the year.

If it rained, we got wet. We ate what was given to us and didn't ask for a free gift. We didn't need money as there was nothing we needed to buy.

And, before some smart-arse comments, yes I know how many weeks are in a year - but I haven't explained what occurred during week 2 of the holiday.......

12 comentarios:

Leni Qinan dijo...

Sounds a bit like Goth Tom Sawyer+Huck Finn’s summer vacations. Can’t wait to hear what you did during week 2, LOL.

Daphne Wayne-Bough dijo...

Grandparents? You were LUCKY. WE had to spend our holidays with a pack of wolves .... (four Yorkshiremen sketch continues ad nauseam ...)

john.g. dijo...

I'm with you Goth! Kids know shit about playing out and exploring!

We , at 13 years old spent a weekend camping on the disused railway line, catching rabbits for food. Oh,no,not now!

Mr Farty dijo...

No smart-arse comments this time, that was really nice. I mean interesting.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Leni -> It was like Huck except we could read

Daphne -> stayed with wolves? Who were they - grandma & grandpa Grrrrrr?

JG -> we did some stange things like that - fish were easier to catch though

Mr Farty -> it was a fun time indeed

Crabtree dijo...

Bonjours Sir Goth ,

The Goth de grandad was Amerindian ?
Social and cultural customs of our grandads and Grannies is the best university of life !

( Très chouette l'aménagement du blog )

....You Sick Bastard dijo...

Goth The Hunter. I bet the animals feared for their lives. "Darkness entered the forest. The sun was eclisped with evil. And the animals heard whispers. They look down and see blood shooting from their hearts". Goth then shows up and says, "I missed! I was aiming for the tree."

( . )( . ) dijo...

It was indeed interesting. I feel a little sorry for those poor animals you injured, I suppose its better then killing them.... hmmm....

Honey dijo...

that's the kind of holiday I'm giving my kids now.. apart from food and drink we have bought nothing in four weeks so far, they are on the beach picking shells with their grandmother as I write, and yes, it's raining.
I'm indoors having found a place that does wirelss and serves fresh coffee catching up on eails, NOT practising making babies sadly but hey, still bliss.

PI dijo...

Maybe poor in monetary terms but it sounds like us - church mice but a priceless childhood.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Monsieur Crabtree -> Ca va mon amie? Celtic but the same principles

YSB -> I never miss what I was aiming for but I sometimes hit what I didn't intend to (hope you received your award with grace ;)

(.)(.) -> it's amazing how Gothic lips can bring things back to life...

Honey -> Very hqppy for you indeed. Sorry you're not 'making babies' but a flower as beautiful as you cannot be long neglected

Pat -> money does not make memories - it just buys better backgrounds for the digital photographs

Crabtree dijo...

I carry as a charm ,night Prince,

A bit pale eyes surrounded with tiredness , Gothique en somme !je plaisante , Happy as a warrior in the well deserved rest ;)