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Look at the girl's eyes in the first photo, she looks a bit confused.And this, of course, is still true
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Look at the girl's eyes in the first photo, she looks a bit confused.And this, of course, is still true
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She is simply impressed by the gentleman's stif upper lip, his Cambridge accent and his reciting of a Shakespeare monologue, most probably.Look at the girl's eyes in the first photo, she looks a bit confused.
She is simply impressed by the gentleman's stif upper lip, his Cambridge accent and his reciting of a Shakespeare monologue, most probably.
Well the police are still awaiting government guidance on how to enforce the new 'rule of 6', so are adopting a non-confrontational approachLook at the girl's eyes in the first photo, she looks a bit confused.
Mea cupla. Mea maxima culpa!Britain in WWI as seen by the Yanks:
Mea cupla. Mea maxima culpa!
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In Korean, Jalapeno reads and sounds the same as 'penis'.Not quite sure what's going on here.
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Mea cupla. Mea maxima culpa!
Let me try another.
Not quite sure what's going on here.
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From my memory of farmers' wives and farmhouse kitchens in the '50s, a cucumber would be on the table only when they were doing a posh tea.I wonder if the tourists stopped in at local farms along the way to buy cucumber sandwiches
We often had cucumbers at home, but when my grandfather bought tomatoes for the first time in Jena, his words were: Oh, they don't taste sweet, I don't eat that and he didn't touch any tomatoes until he died. It must have been like that between the first and second world wars.From my memory of farmers' wives and farmhouse kitchens in the '50s, a cucumber would be on the table only when they were doing a posh tea.
As for a cucumber sandwich, that was reserved for them in the 'big house'.
Not quite sure what's going on here.
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Since that one seemed to stir some memories. Her is a set from during WWII(!)Mea cupla. Mea maxima culpa!
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I think until it had been bred out of them, cucumbers were notorious for causing wind - 'burpless' cucumbers were a high-class novelty.From my memory of farmers' wives and farmhouse kitchens in the '50s, a cucumber would be on the table only when they were doing a posh tea.
As for a cucumber sandwich, that was reserved for them in the 'big house'.
There were no tourists during the war. And the farmers were busily hiding pigs etc. when the Men from the Ministry were coming to requisition them.I wonder if the tourists stopped in at local farms along the way to buy cucumber sandwiches and ginger beer, as Enid Blyton's characters were always doing.
The problem with idyllic golden ages is, that they actually never were. The 'Belle Epoque', the Beautiful Epoch, as the era from 1889 to 1914 is called in France and Belgium, is a hindsight after the attrocities of the First World War. But there were lots of problems too. The same for e.g. 'The Golden Sixties'. Reading contemporaneous reports and witnesses from now elderly people, indicate that the 1960 had their economic problems as well, and that some had difficulty to find jobs as well. The streets were not paved with gold, then.linging to, or trying to go back to, an idyllic golden age is no way to deal with present-day problems.
From my memory of farmers' wives and farmhouse kitchens in the '50s, a cucumber would be on the table only when they were doing a posh tea.
As for a cucumber sandwich, that was reserved for them in the 'big house'.
I think until it had been bred out of them, cucumbers were notorious for causing wind - 'burpless' cucumbers were a high-class novelty.
There were no tourists during the war. And the farmers were busily hiding pigs etc. when the Men from the Ministry were coming to requisition them.
Not wanting to make a political point, certainly not a partisan one, but those are very romanticised versions of an imaginary England that seems to be being recycled today - and I don't deny we have our Scottish equivalent - but clinging to, or trying to go back to, an idyllic golden age is no way to deal with present-day problems.
I think part of the attraction was probably of a fantasy world, but one close enough to home for kids to imagine themselves into it - not unlike some of our fantasies here, I supposeI don't have the Famous Five stories in front of me but I'm sure the children would just take of across the countryside on their bikes, camping out, buying meals from farmer's wives etc, hard to imagine something like that now and I wonder how common it was then?