LoquiSordidaAdMe
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I'm not sure if I should have started a thread to introduce myself or not.
Longtime lurker and reader, I haven't published anything yet but I am working on a story. Just wanted to say 'hello'.
Welcome. The Autors'Hangoput is generally a friendly place and encourages those who want to post stories.
I wanted to order a couple of presents for friends from an online retailer.
I had name, address, email and postcode but the order would not be accepted without their phone number and one is ex-directory.
I had to use another site. Grrr!
I have inherited a chocolate box full of family photos from my father. It was no use asking him who the people were. My mother, died nearly 25 years ago, was the only one who knew who everyone was. My father relied on her and his short-term memory loss in his last decade meant he had no idea.
I have been trying to identify photos from the 1940s and 1950s before I really knew who was whom. My surviving relations are too young to know.
My daughters have a much better idea about their distant relations, than I ever had at their age, because they follow each other on social media. All I knew was that I had dozens of cousins some of whom I might see at Christmas, but what they were doing, who married whom and what children they had? I had no idea. All I knew was I had at least a hundred relations but everywhere we went we seemed to uncover a few dozen more...
I have tons of old photos as well. Some had names on the back, but in pencil, which has faded so much I can't figure them out. I have a few from when my father was in the Navy but he refused to discuss anything from his past. I know my own kids don't want them. I've offered them to my sisters without a response from either of them. So the pictures stay in the closet, ignored, taking up space. Just one more reason I rarely take pictures of anyone.
Lynn - If you can identify anything or anyone in the photos, and/or if you have your father's naval records that could help identify places, events, or people, an archive might be interested. I gave most of my photos and negatives from my student activist days to two different archives.
Why are toggle switches back-to-front ?
Ah yes, but do you know your arse from your elbow?Because people are more likely to mix up left-right than they are up-down or back-front.
I'm a "directional dyslexic" myself so I know the struggle. I do know my left from my right when I stop to think about it, but something in my brain would rather flip a coin than commit the difference to instinct. Whenever I'm driving and someone has to give directions, I have them say "turn right towards me" or "left towards you". I can't even imagine how often I would screw up a left-right toggle switch.
Ah yes, but do you know your arse from your elbow?![]()
I didn't know you got tennis elbowMost days I do. But remind me again, which one are you the pain in?![]()
I have just re-stuck the soles on my grandson's trainers. Mum doesn't know how; Dad doesn't have the glue...
Why are toggle switches back-to-front ?
Because people are more likely to mix up left-right than they are up-down or back-front.
I'm a "directional dyslexic" myself so I know the struggle. I do know my left from my right when I stop to think about it, but something in my brain would rather flip a coin than commit the difference to instinct. Whenever I'm driving and someone has to give directions, I have them say "turn right towards me" or "left towards you". I can't even imagine how often I would screw up a left-right toggle switch.
PS. I have a pal who has a similar directional problem (or worse).
I have to get him to say "my side", or "your side" to indicate a turn; he gets Right & Left all mixed up.