Comments on: A Hierarchy Of Worth

By: Gigi

Gigi — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 02:14:03 +0000

That brings a lot of memories. When I visited Dominican Republic I use to visit a beach that was near my house. It was a different beach because it was covered in big almond trees and there was always a nice shade. I would find these sea glasses just like the ones you have in the picture. I use to love taking them home. I use to also take the sand too. See the sand there was a very dark sand and it was due because it had very high iron levels. So the sand was VERY magnetic. I use to put a lil bit on paper and on the other side put a fridge magnet and watch the sand move. I love your story.

The iron rich sand is great! I would have loved playing with that! One of the things that always got me thinking was how he Native Indians used to trade particularly nice shells as a type of currency back before the white man came. I always figured that they would have loved sea glass too. I remember thinking that it wasn’t fair that they couldn’t get one (sea glass) with our the other (Europeans).

After reading your comment, I’m daydreaming about fresh almonds. Yum!
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By: ladybughugs

ladybughugs — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 23:25:22 +0000

What a cool idea!

Leave it to kids!
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By: ladybughugs

ladybughugs — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 04:20:19 +0000

I have a bottle that contains sea glass from the Maine coast. Betcha’ can guess where!

I don’t know exactly where the bottle is, though. Probably in a box that wasn’t unpacked after our move in 2002.

I can only guess how much sea glass is packed away “safely” in my basement. Scares the heck out of me just to think about it. I could probably tile my bathroom floor with it all.
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By: planetross

planetross — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 16:14:45 +0000

Great memory.
The property I lived on as a child had an old Chinese dump on it. (circa 1900) I used to discover strange old bottles poking out of the ground. I loved those bottles; but they are all somewhere else now

Ross, It’s both a blessing and a curse. I’m very good at keeping track of all my stuff and what that means is… I have too much of it. At least you got the joy of finding and rescuing them. I hope someone is enjoying your discoveries!
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By: nathaliewithanh

nathaliewithanh — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 18:49:25 +0000

Oh yes we still have it. My family had three for decades. We sold the large one about 20 years ago – which was a pity because it shared a wall with the village school. The police would live there during the summer. I would invite tons of friends and we would all live there for the month of July. At night, the cops would climb over the wall and party with us – HARD. I don’t know how they ever got hired! They would provide us with stuff difficult to find on the island!
My mother kept my grandmother’s house and my cousins Marc and Gerard own the other one.
My mother tried to breach the subject of selling the house last Christmas and she dropped the subject when she saw my face. If I did not have the dogs, I’d probably live in Porquerolles a few months out of the year.

And YOU called ME an evil little wanker!? Partying with the cops and ingesting illegal substances?! Did they help with the gun running and prostitution rings as well? Good grief!

The place sounds wonderful though. Someday, SOMEDAY I’ll be able to afford European travel again. (yah, right…)
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By: nathaliewithanh

nathaliewithanh — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 17:33:36 +0000

Isn’t it great that when we were kids, the world was safe enough for us to discover it on our own? We have a house in a island in South of France, and by the age of 8 or 9, I would be gone all day with a band of little friends my own age.
Nowadays, if I had kids, I would watch them like a hawk. Too many crazies out there.
I’m like you Mr. Prawn. I keep everything that ever meant anything. When I die, people will go over my earthly possessions and think I was nuts. In the basement of my mom’s house in Brussels, I still have tiny bottles of long gone evaporated perfumes made with the petals of my mother’s roses. With them, the memory of my mom’s face when she discovered her roses reduced to buds, and the memory of my brother’s face when I told my mom he was the culprit. He was well into his thirties when he forgave me for the abuse I inflicted upon him during his childhood. What can I say? Children are cruel.
Go dig up in your basement! I’d love to see a picture of your oddities!
Good job on the story. Made me feel totally nostalgic…

“Go dig up in your basement! I’d love to see a picture of your oddities!”
Ohh. Now that’s a task worthy of being inflicted by Pat! You know, I just might do that. I was wondering about my next post!
I know what you mean about feeling safe and exploring as a kid. Actually, it’s the primary reason why Action Girl and I moved to where we did. It’s kind of an insular place were you know your neighbors and kids roam free. It reminds me a lot of my Grandparent’s cottage in setting. Thanks for the Kudos! Do you still have the house on the island?
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By: razzbuffnik

razzbuffnik — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 14:04:33 +0000

I didn’t put that emoticon in, I was trying to say “from when I was 6 until about 8″ but with brackets

Fixed!
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By: razzbuffnik

razzbuffnik — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 14:02:59 +0000

My childhood was like yours for a while (from when I was 6 until about 8 ) until my family moved away from the coast. I used to spend all my free time scouring the shore for little crabs, looking for caves (found one once) or just fishing.

We didn’t have much sea glass in my area but I can understand the attraction.

Your glass hierarchy sounds like the same sort of thing we had for marbles when I was a kid.

Thanks for the story, it brought back a lot of happy memories.

Yay! I love bring up happy memories! Thanks for the compliment!
As for the marbles, Yup; we had them too. Somewhere in a box there’s an old Crown Royal Whisky bag (you know, the blue one with the gold braided string) with all my best aggies, cat’s eyes and shooters in it. When Short Stack and Lulu Belle get old enough, I’ll be sure to show them the game.
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