Back when electronic toys were not so sophisticated we bought our boys the latest craze at school called “scanners” these little plastic boxes had an infrared beam which read barcodes, some barcodes triggered responses in the “scanner” sometimes it gave you a power or a weapon, sometimes it created a monster for you to fight, once you had gathered enough powers or monsters the boys could put their scanners end to end and watch them fight each other on their little pixilated screens. This craze made trips to the supermarket much easier, in stead of the endless “can we get chocolate spread / crisps / coco-pops etc” they went up and down the isles scanning item after items, calling excitedly to each other “there’s a dragon in the fromage-frais” or “tea bags have extra lives in them”. While the craze lasted it was normal to find every book off the shelves being scanned or all the dvd,s across the floor, or the contents of the kitchen cupboards lined up on the counters.
On one occasion, at this time, we had been invited to a barbecue and the boys were running around looking for things which might contain hidden monsters, scanning the lemonade and ketchup bottles, when one of the guests became fascinated by their scanners, he sat in serious concentration as my little boys explained the rules to him, I though he was being particularly indulgent, but it turned out that, although now retired he had spent much of his career working on designing the barcodes system. You will have probably seen that kind of enthusiasm in some science and maths teachers, who see a wonderful symmetry and balance in their subject, they feel that the rest of us are missing out badly by failing to see it and that we would all be enriched if only they could explain it to us.
It seems that as well as monsters and swords there was also a strange beauty hidden in the barcodes, that only my small boys and that old man could see. #WHPhidden#jj_forum_2337
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When people ask where my ideas come from, I’m afraid I can’t really answer, I know it has something to do with shapes, seeing how one thing resembles another, sometimes a picture pops into my head, complete and usually a good deal better than it will be in reality, if that happens I write myself a little note, they must look pretty cryptic to anyone else, like “garlic swans” or “spoon owl” maybe I just have a strange way of seeing the world, in any event I’m having fun.
My upcoming week! Rest day is Monday 😁 It so happened that my appointments fell on the strike day🙄 typical hospital. Bless my Mum she is minding big 3 so I can take Archer to his appointments #mumlife#busybusy#ilikeitlikethis p.s when did it become almost mid August?! 😳
As soon as my boys were old enough to hold a book I got them library cards, on dark winter days I would take my three little boys to the next town to choose books, with each ticket allowing you to borrow four books, I often had to lug sixteen books back home.
One of the boys chose a book about three little owls waiting in a tree for their mother to return, they speculated in turn as to what was delaying her, each time it was the smallest owls turn to talk he simply repeated "I want my mummy". The first time I read the book to them I made the mistake of giving the smallest owl a broad Yorkshire accent, incongruous with my own south east English accent, every time I read the book after that they demanded that the baby owl maintain this voice, I was heartily sick of the repetition of the story (like many books for small children) when we went back to the library to exchange our books the next month, but when the boys brought their selections to the counter to be stamped, there it was again, and I was subjected to another month of "I want my mummy" in a Yorkshire accent, this was repeated for several months until even the boys were bored with it. They had loved the strange pronunciation I had given the baby owls words, what they didn't know, and I never told them, was that those Yorkshire vowels had belonged to my own mummy who had died long before they were born.