tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-652950132925204088.post6700120361842666592..comments2024-03-25T17:34:35.600+11:00Comments on Sarah Stewart: Saying 'goodbye' to Sir Norman WisdomSarah Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00480597227427423793noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-652950132925204088.post-30178976636484475872010-10-16T06:17:38.777+11:002010-10-16T06:17:38.777+11:00Rajettan: Is turning into our parents a good or ba...Rajettan: Is turning into our parents a good or bad thing?Sarah Stewarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00480597227427423793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-652950132925204088.post-24081458104414280472010-10-16T00:53:46.180+11:002010-10-16T00:53:46.180+11:00Empathy, compassion or a shared experience?, I don...Empathy, compassion or a shared experience?, I don't know. I felt sad, reading it. <br /><br />May be, I am growing into my father.sebastian Panakalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06271440383691005523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-652950132925204088.post-15846056367034639412010-10-15T13:56:18.962+11:002010-10-15T13:56:18.962+11:00I know what you mean about red letter boxes. I fel...I know what you mean about red letter boxes. I felt the same when I heard that Tony Curtis had died. It feels like the old familiar and safe things are going...<br /><br />I wonder what the "Norman Wisdom" equivalent will be for my kids.<br /><br />PS: We all turn into our mothers at some stage, don't we :):)Sarah Stewarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00480597227427423793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-652950132925204088.post-30674246951275736872010-10-15T12:34:30.894+11:002010-10-15T12:34:30.894+11:00Yes - I understand your comment re broken links t...Yes - I understand your comment re broken links to childhood. I didn't paricuarly find him funny but I think that he and others of his time are components of a familiar part of my habitus. They are components of something, an embodied story which is a tale of growing up... or something. I felt similar about the passing of red telephone boxes (no disrespect meant to Norman) but they are human and objective symbols of a time passed. And now I feel I am in a fridge magnet saying "Oh my God I have turned into my mother"!!<br />PS thank you for your kind comments on my blog - that piece was more about catharsis on a particularly lonely, miserable day! I almost deleted but it seemed to be doing something (good) for me by remaining!moira stephenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11550093348940459811noreply@blogger.com