Dale, at A DelectableLife tagged me as a link in a photo-prompt chain. And what the jig, maybe I can’t resist the challenge.
So here’s the photo she gave me. And below is my ‘inspired’ story …
What a day to take a fall
Grandma’s birthday, Grandpa books the village hall
Cousin Rachel removed her shoes
Grandma blundered over those.
And now to forge the next link in the chain … This is how it’s done:
- I write a story based on the photo above (done)
- And pick a new picture to act as the next prompt (see below)
- And tag three bloggers to play along (and fingers crossed, cos not all like to play these sorts of games…)
So, without further ado, I nominate the following three bloggers, who, I do stress, are under no obligation to play along.
- Padre at Padre’s Ramblings
2. Michael at Morpethroad
3. The Bag Lady
And here’s the new photo-prompt. Enjoy.
Though I can’t imagine what stories this might inspire …
crispina kemp 
Glad you took up the challenge!
Poor Grandma!
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I know. It was the missing shoes did it. 🙂
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Blasted shoes…
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Yea, drat and double drat. Doesn’t matter how many times you tell them. And all they say in return is, But Gran, we can’t jitter-bug with them on. Flighty floosies.
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Hahaha! Especially when one has reached a certain age… all the more precarious. Flighty floosies indeed.
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Oops, did I get too deeply into Grandma’s head? 🙂
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hahahaha… I would love to know what goes on in there.
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In my head? Nah, you wouldn’t.
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Hah! Funny you.
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No comment. And how’s the weather today? We have it slightly warmer. Not quite spring-like, though
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The sun is blinding – I have to close my curtains to see my computer screen! And it is between f***ing and bloody cold. -15C but feels like -22, though has gone up by 7 degrees since this morning…
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Truly, I feel for you.
My father was telling me about his march from Prussia to Heidelberg in winter 1945. They were to cross the Vistula at Danzig, but had to wait for the tanks to cross first. -30 degrees Celsius and a fierce wind they could scarcely stand in. And he wasn’t adequately clothed, a POW on his way to be handed over to the liberating forces.
Now, doesn’t that make you feel at least a few dregrees warmer?
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Seriously.
Talk about a serious perspective. But he made it!
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Oh yea. That was after being one of only two who escaped a ‘war-crime’ massacre.
Then my mother’s war-time fiance was shot down. Which freed her for him. So, guess I was destined to incarnate at this time 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Wow… what a story!
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Oh, there’s a lot more to it than that. Ripe for a 1940s war-torn romance. Shame I don’t do romances. 🙂
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Shame. Maybe you should 😉
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Maybe one day. But for some years yet to come, my focus is fixed. And I’m not likely to forget my father’s side of the story, since last year he self-published his ‘memoirs’, just for the family.The finer, military details can be had from the nurmerous interviews and recording done for the Imperial War Museum.
But I’m thinking maybe my neice will pick it up. She helped him with the memoir. (In Peace and War … he has a sense of humour!)
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Understood.
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Thanks for the nomination, I will post tomorrow.
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Brilliant. Always difficult to know who to nominate. Look forward to seeing what you make of the two men in the bath.
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Loved the poem for the photo! Thanks for thinking of me, this is a hard one! 😎
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Yet you nailed, no problem. And with perfect comical pizzazz. 🙂
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