tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post4291033263763891283..comments2024-03-26T11:27:35.814-07:00Comments on Tom Stephenson: Baby BoomersUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-78910442409958963722014-06-06T15:48:46.441-07:002014-06-06T15:48:46.441-07:00What a good story. If he had been charged for the ...What a good story. If he had been charged for the bill, you may not have got your tricycle.<br /><br />The words, "Thank you for using A.T. and T." Still ring in my ears, because they lead to the biggest phone bill I ever got. $800 for 14 days, in a Days Inn hotel.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-23623942628427963052014-06-06T15:43:47.742-07:002014-06-06T15:43:47.742-07:00Plus the 20,000 French citizens who we shelled to ...Plus the 20,000 French citizens who we shelled to death.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-46584629953406858032014-06-06T14:48:15.354-07:002014-06-06T14:48:15.354-07:00My dad told about the night before my uncle shippe...My dad told about the night before my uncle shipped out. He called my mom, collect. Mom sat on the steps and the two of them talked for two hours. Dad told himself "He may never come back, don't think about the bill." They never got a bill. Dad wondered if it was the kindness of an operator, or perhaps army policy for a "free" call home. In any event, little kindnesses. My uncle did come home, and bought me a tricycle.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-20404591076190835862014-06-06T13:35:27.267-07:002014-06-06T13:35:27.267-07:00I watched it on TV with tears in my eyes. For all ...I watched it on TV with tears in my eyes. For all those veterans and the ones who didn't make it - we owe them everything.Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08604864977387798470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-53296341193362761692014-06-06T13:11:42.331-07:002014-06-06T13:11:42.331-07:00yeh, like sort of, like a lot of Beuys's work ...yeh, like sort of, like a lot of Beuys's work was on blackboards.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-28810718578412265902014-06-06T13:02:14.496-07:002014-06-06T13:02:14.496-07:00Wonderful, Weave. Write down your memories - you&#...Wonderful, Weave. Write down your memories - you're next to go.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-15378774904314227452014-06-06T13:00:58.901-07:002014-06-06T13:00:58.901-07:00Like Banksies?Like Banksies?Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-5117157915917336712014-06-06T06:53:50.389-07:002014-06-06T06:53:50.389-07:00Tom, I was twelve on D Day and I remember it well....Tom, I was twelve on D Day and I remember it well. Looking back on it all I marvel that my parents were able to keep most of the wartime worries from me (my brother was at Dunkirk and also at D Day). To me it was all rather exciting - lots of aeroplanes going over at night (I lived in Lincolnshire, where there wee a lot of airfields). They must have been worried sick but I never remember them showing it.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-38396470451637728272014-06-06T03:52:05.833-07:002014-06-06T03:52:05.833-07:00The cleaners at the Slade cleaned the blackboards ...The cleaners at the Slade cleaned the blackboards early the morning after Beuys had lectured there. These were going to be kept ...<br />Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-61792519921284651592014-06-06T03:33:52.119-07:002014-06-06T03:33:52.119-07:00I loved that story about the British gallery clean...I loved that story about the British gallery cleaners throwing away the Beuys sculpture of smelly lard at about 8.00 in the morning, because they thought it was rubbish.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-44181993702388797402014-06-06T03:16:57.937-07:002014-06-06T03:16:57.937-07:00My father was in the Hone Guard. He said it was ju...My father was in the Hone Guard. He said it was just like Dad's Army.<br />Joseph Beuys was a rear gunner in the German Army and was saved by lard and felt in the snow when they crashed.Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-86905265346820411292014-06-06T02:49:56.222-07:002014-06-06T02:49:56.222-07:00That was a posthumous award, obviously.That was a posthumous award, obviously.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-45680321940383510472014-06-06T02:48:57.134-07:002014-06-06T02:48:57.134-07:00I think they were suitably executed, weren't t...I think they were suitably executed, weren't they? The Third Man, etc.<br /><br />Heroes come in all forms, and even the ones which get shot at don't always seek glory! During the Falklands conflict, one officer received the George Cross, simply because he went raving mad through stress and charged a machine-gun post with his bayonet. They had to acknowledge this act in the best light possible, for the sake of his family.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505385214324438018.post-51723094859722465292014-06-06T02:42:09.352-07:002014-06-06T02:42:09.352-07:00I'm afraid I have no heroic stories of my own ...I'm afraid I have no heroic stories of my own father. He was commissioned very late in the war, to act as an Army Accountant, to find-out where all the missing supplies were going. He did find quite a few supply-lines to black market traders; who were all then suitably prosecuted.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.com