Topic: good idea

[dbackfan]

Well, writing is a category of inventing, so I'm sure there can be a healthy exchange of ideas in your forum, Kay.  I see you've used the scientific method of problem-solving in your example of inventing plastic bottle reduction.  However, it said the writer was "Guest" so I'm not sure it was you.  

Cheers, Terri

[piersdad]

it was me terri
 i took so long doing the writing i logged off our busy phone and forgot to log on.

so here is an adventure story

Mum dad and my sisters were in India for 4 years and they lived in great luxury as dad was an engineer there.
They came to new Zealand in summer 1937 and as there was no jobs available they had to start in  a gold claim where shanty town is now.
From a minimum of 7 servants in India to cooking over a bush fire in west coast  must have been a huge shock for my mother  that all her married life had servants to do everything for her.
Well mum survived and soon she had a little garden  carved out of the bush.
6 months in  the bush and a rush to the hospital in the middle of a thunder storm and I arrived on the scene
 
In feb  1939  I was an  little boy who had lived all  his life in the bush near shanty town on the west coast of the south island New Zealand

One sunny day I was taken out over the 2 mile track to the main road and dad and mom took turns at carrying me
We came to a wide track  I had never seen a road before? wow dads been busy ? I thought
We waited a while by the road  my older sisters were excited and I was very interested in the unusual things going on.
Soon a monstrous thing that had shiny bits all over it came rumbling along the huge shingle  path way( much bigger than dads we paths.
I was very apprehensive when the monster had doors that opened  and we were able to get in this thing and with a lot of noise it moved along the road.
  Wow was I interested   this was great  no more walking.
Soon we came to some huge shacks that were made of straight wood real cool they were.
Our house was made of bush timber  wire netting and malthoid.
  Then we came to a grassy paddock and  wow so much grass  and no trees.
  Another monster thing in silver color was parked in the grass  and dad and mum and two excited sisters went over to the huge monstrous thing.
  Funny place to put verandas  and one on top and one  on bottom and would be hard to shelter under the bottom ones. Ah ha the little one at the back is for kids and  I dived under the little  one but  was promptly grabbed from under the tail of the aeroplane and held.
  How ever my two older sisters were put in the monstrous machine and they sat on a funny sort of seat.
 Then mum got in and then I started to cry as I realised I was going to get swallowed by this thing as well.
  Oh well the pilot was very kind and handed me over the wing( veranda to me) and I was placed in mums arms.
 I remember the pilot climbing up over the top to get in and then this huge noise as the monster  started to move and wow we were  going faster than I had ever gone before
 Then we were going up in the air up higher than dads trees and the ground was way below.  We were flying just like the tuis and pigeons back in the bush
  Well I have to stop here as I fell asleep and don?t remember much more.

After all what does 18 month old boy do when they have had such a huge adventure
A first flight in a fox moth aero plane

[dbackfan]

I like the way you describe the world from a small boy's point of view.  Such a smart little boy, too!  Are you parents still alive?  Mine aren't.  Terri

[piersdad]

no my mom passed away at 93 yrs old and my dad died  in 1959
so i have many lovely adventures to write about now befor they are lost.

ive got my moms toughness so i will have a few years to do some writing

[piersdad]

ok heres another one.

  At 2 ? years I went with my mother to Invercargil by train   and at the start found out that if you played with a toy car on a ? open window then the car would fall out of the window.  This was my first lesson in taking precautions to avoid disasters.
At invercargill we visited an aunties place and they had a shed with a loft on the property.
 There were chooks every where and as I had not ever see these funny white things before was hell bent on catching one to see what it was made of.
I took off as fast as my legs would carry me and the chook (hen)  flew up to the loft of the shed via the man hole.  I still remember the great distance between the ladder rungs as I climbed to the loft  and when I got there the chook took off from the 8 ft high exit with a flapping of her wings.
 Ok so what!  If she can do that ? why cant I? And I took off over the edge with a flapping of my arms and landed with a thump right at the feet of my mother who was just then    was missing me.  With a grazed knee and a very bad temper I got up and looked after that dammed chook who could fly but I couldn?t.

Some time later on the same trip we were at a party and this wonderful  and huge piece of furniture was making a lot of tinkling noises that sounded wonderful.
  Everyone was around it and they were singing while  aunty was sitting at it and pushing on some pedals at the bottom of the thing and it made a noise as she pedaled.
  The furniture seemed to be moving the white pieces on the top near aunties hands but she was not touching them.
  Wow this is different and my interest went into top gear.
My insistence in investigating this furniture was noticed and they proceeded to show me(and perhaps) every  one there the innards of this ?piano?thing.
Well it had lots of tubes and a funny thing that turned around with a flapping of its bits and a shiny thing like a dog chain that turned and a big board down the bottom that aunty pushed with her feet,
 and a piece of paper that had no end that had lots of holes in it ,
 and it moved when the funny flapping/ turning thing turned with its  ?dog chain? thing.
   Finally they put the covers on it again an we all went home but I dreamed of that wonderful machine and forever wanted to know more about wonderful machines that worked by themselves.

[piersdad]

just been reading  'under the tuscan sun'
the author uses a lot of periodic sentences and it reminded me of a school days incident.

It was a hot day and the english teacher was talking about periodic sentences and half asleep  with the sun shining on me the teacher pounced on me with the request for a periodic sentence.
shocked out of a half sleep i stammered
"they look like druids,they talk like parrots, they walk like elephants, they are school teachers"

sheech i got full marks for that one