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Updated on February 26, 2009 at 4:01 PM

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Re: “Organic basket case

Back when birds had scales, we didn't really know the difference between organic and regular...when I was in my 80s, those newfangled steam machines came together to harvest the fields. All you had to do was keep feedin' them tree after tree. Luckily, trees were like bugs back then. We had so many, we cut'em down just so that they couldn't take over.
When we moved into town, I'd spread the old motor oil in the garden to keep the birds off the zucchinis. Biggest zucchinis you'd ever seen. And they'd deep-fry themselves right in the garden on a sunny day. Darn-tootin', they were good.

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Posted by gentleman on 03/06/2009 at 4:41 PM

Re: “escort service in Halifax

Goodness, Edith. Such sass. Vulgarities like that used to get you thirty lashes. Now, a bare buttock barely gets a passing glance. Would for the days of petticoats, corsets, garters, second corsets, under-garters, loincloths, underwear, pants, and then overpants. At least then, we had some modicum of decency. And such huge thighs from carrying so much cloth on our backs!

Posted by gentleman on 02/28/2009 at 12:53 PM

Re: “Can I have some change?

I long for the simplicity of kinder, friendlier times, Edith. Four scalliwags to the shilling, ten for a silver dime. And when they died, you could just bury them in the yard. Such brilliant roses we had that year!

Posted by gentleman on 02/28/2009 at 12:48 PM

Re: “escort service in Halifax

There was a lanky lass on Bishop Street back when I was a lad who'd show you half an ankle for twopence. For a shilling she'd say your name and bat her eyes at you.

Posted by gentleman on 02/27/2009 at 7:03 PM

Re: “Can I have some change?

Back before you couldn't get a pound of lead for a penny, those little urchins with their wood crutches and bowler hats would scamper up on Barrington, and Lord Dalhousie and I would each snap a ha-penny in ha again, and give each scamp a quarter-cent. They'd chuckle and skip away. Next thing we knew, they'd be back to tell us how they'd bought a quarter-section out in Enfield or Annapolis, where they'd begun a thriving elderberry plantation. That's back when "getting in a jam" was a good thing. Ha ha ha

Posted by gentleman on 02/27/2009 at 5:08 PM

Re: “there probably is/isn't a god

It was a long time ago, but we used to hide our love of the lord by snapping off the horizontal arms of our crosses. "No, we're just fans of gold sticks," we'd tell these naysayers and bottle-brushers. "Just Goldies. No crossies here, lads. Good day to you."

Posted by gentleman on 02/27/2009 at 9:59 AM

Re: “Not fit to line my bird's cage

I think Coastal Weekly Magazine is indeed for the birds. Before the days of paper, we'd just yell the news in eachothers' faces in the streets. The morning ruckus made such a din, we'd often shatter windows on Spring Garden Road. It was easier to shatter them then, though. We used winter ice for windows. Come spring, folks would have to use a pulp-wood sheet to "pape the holes."
"Time to pape all your holes, Edith," I'd scream during the morning news. "TIME TO PAPE YOUR HOLES!!"
When ragamuffins scribbled on the pape, folks would come around to read it. This is how The Coastal Weekly Magazine was incorporated hours later.

Posted by gentleman on 02/27/2009 at 9:53 AM

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