tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post3947847991473086343..comments2024-03-26T11:27:35.814-07:00Comments on Tom Stephenson: Back to St KildaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-24965015865121698252013-04-27T03:13:00.146-07:002013-04-27T03:13:00.146-07:00I never knew that. My mother's (German) name ...I never knew that. My mother's (German) name was Hilda, and we took great delight in reminding her that it meant 'battle-axe' - another nick-name for a difficult woman in Britain!Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-34490163183198446582013-04-27T00:44:49.031-07:002013-04-27T00:44:49.031-07:00In Germany the (beautiful) name Emma has a homely ...In Germany the (beautiful) name Emma has a homely connotation: something dowdy, narrow,-minded, inelegant. We even have 'Aunt-Emma-shops'.'Emma' was used, as Vita Sackville-West would say, for the 'Bedienst', domestic servants. Though there is a change now - modern parents using old names now. Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-62778479715598422522013-04-26T12:54:24.995-07:002013-04-26T12:54:24.995-07:00Actually, why did the wind cry 'Mary' for ...Actually, why did the wind cry 'Mary' for Jimmy Hendrix as well?Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-54790196078477257522013-04-26T12:51:52.356-07:002013-04-26T12:51:52.356-07:00I don't think that Albatross nest in cliffs, b...I don't think that Albatross nest in cliffs, but I might be wrong. With an 8 foot wingspan, the eggs would have bee quite a weight to carry back up, so it beats the shit out of us small boys collecting Blackbird eggs here in the UK. I would like not to believe this story, but this may be why the Toa family has been cursed all these years.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-42787697655824123872013-04-26T12:48:59.516-07:002013-04-26T12:48:59.516-07:00Why 'Emma'?Why 'Emma'? Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-40505612613106949742013-04-26T12:48:03.518-07:002013-04-26T12:48:03.518-07:00Not ON Kilda - you would have had to get your knee...Not ON Kilda - you would have had to get your knees wet to get them. It's a long way down.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-89604928256620202842013-04-26T12:47:08.526-07:002013-04-26T12:47:08.526-07:00In Glasgow, probably.In Glasgow, probably.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-90559548142946789192013-04-26T10:40:23.224-07:002013-04-26T10:40:23.224-07:00I heard the same sort of story from the south coas...I heard the same sort of story from the south coast on New Zealand. Donna Toa's sister in law used to get told off by her Mum for climbing down the cliffs to collect albatross eggs. It was not conservation that bothered her Ma, but the idea of her children hanging out there!sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-31332545107044134352013-04-26T08:59:55.677-07:002013-04-26T08:59:55.677-07:00He was buried with it still clamped in his jawsHe was buried with it still clamped in his jawsJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-28057317144335003792013-04-26T08:49:25.224-07:002013-04-26T08:49:25.224-07:00Sorry - wanted to change "they are called&quo...Sorry - wanted to change "they are called" to "their name is". Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-49278895738124142102013-04-26T08:44:00.793-07:002013-04-26T08:44:00.793-07:00When I was in Hastings, I got used to the cries of...When I was in Hastings, I got used to the cries of seagulls - though I don't like the way they stare at my fish 'n chips. In Germany we have a poem by Christian Morgenstern (sorry, Iris, if you don't know it): "The seagulls all look as if they name is Emma". <br />My father sometimes brought home peewit eggs (long time ago) - I was intrigued by that turquois colours with the spots. <br /><br />Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-66447692520788755102013-04-26T04:34:38.164-07:002013-04-26T04:34:38.164-07:00I think I'd prefer fish, crab, and lobster; pr...I think I'd prefer fish, crab, and lobster; presumably all available on Kilda.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-71214074642334105582013-04-26T03:07:26.971-07:002013-04-26T03:07:26.971-07:00Talk about real men - the bloke in the top photo i...Talk about real men - the bloke in the top photo is actually smoking a cigarette as he dangles over the cliff!Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.com