Nay ladOk, ok, that was The Partridge Family.
Would you believe I had a brother named Wally, and my parents were June and Ward?
Take it you have the cleaver still?
Nay ladOk, ok, that was The Partridge Family.
Would you believe I had a brother named Wally, and my parents were June and Ward?
Eddie,Ok, ok, that was The Partridge Family.
Would you believe I had a brother named Wally, and my parents were June and Ward?
You mean one hundred thousand pounds? Could be right, if so. Depends on the number of bedrooms. location, etc.
my brother's flat (OK a ground floor flat so it had a garden at the front (big enough to park a car on) and quite a large walled in garden at the rear)... It was literally a 1 bedroom flat. Bedroom at the front onto the road, bathroom - just bigger than standing inside the bath and touching both walls but not much, a small hall (couldn't swing a cat in it) sitting room off which the kitchen (definitely couldn't swing a cat in) and then a conservatory which leaked something chronic and the doors were iffy. Actually the entire place was iffy at best. My brother and DIY are a destroy it yourself job... the sort of thing where he would cut the floorboards to get at a leak in the pipe work... take out the leaking radiator, capping off both ends (think about this one carefully) and then find out he didn't include 2 joists in the cutting off the floor board so now has nothing to reattach it to... they lived like that for +15 years or more.When we lived there (up and untill '66 I think) it was a back-to-back terrace. Lounge, kitchen, "master" bedroom, bathroom and two bedrooms in the converted attic. For all I know it could have been converted by knocking through to the house behind though.
Born in Boston, moved to California, Illinois, back to California, then Maryland, and finally Michigan. We moved about every 5 years because my father did cancer research, and the jobs depended on whether or not the government grant was extended. If the funding ran out, there were never options to find alternate work nearby, unlike other jobs. Therefore, we'd stay just long enough to get settled in and plant roots, only to pick up and move clear across the country and start over again. This made our family very close, but also made it hard to make friends with each successive move.
I'm the oldest of 4 (2 brothers, 1 sister). My sister now lives in Florida. One brother lives in Ann Arbor (one of the coolest places on earth) and the other lives in Omaha with my parents. They moved to Omaha in 1992, by which time I was old enough to make my own way. I've been working at Ford Motor Company for nearly 30 years. I've been married for going on 22 years. My wife - Karen - and I both agree that we never want to put our kids through what I had to go through, and so we've been in the same house for the last 17 years.
I have a 16-year-old daughter (Natalie) who has a brain tumor that's - mercifully - in remission. She's stable enough after years of treatment that she now needs only get check-ups every few months. Despite the obvious challenges of her condition, she's a nearly-straight-A student. Our son (Nate) is 14, and will be starting high school next year.
How does food fit into all this? I wish I could say that living in different parts of the country broadened my culinary horizons, but there's only so much a child can do. I did, however, go back as an adult to visit the places where I used to live. As I've mentioned elsewhere, my dad lived in northern Italy until he was 18. The cuisine there is a mashup of different styles that aren't typically associated with what Americans consider to be Italian food. My mother's family came to the US from Ireland 2 generations earlier. Growing up, I ate a wide variety of things, and both my parents cooked. They never pressured any of us to do anything, and cooking is among those things. But, I'm happy to say that I can now discuss recipe ideas with them. I've made a point to visit my parents at least once a year with my family (the 750 mile drive makes it impossible to do more than that). Every year, I basically take over their kitchen and make them something. After all they did for me growing up, it's the least I could do.
Any idea of which County?Born in Boston, moved to California, Illinois, back to California, then Maryland, and finally Michigan. We moved about every 5 years because my father did cancer research, and the jobs depended on whether or not the government grant was extended. If the funding ran out, there were never options to find alternate work nearby, unlike other jobs. Therefore, we'd stay just long enough to get settled in and plant roots, only to pick up and move clear across the country and start over again. This made our family very close, but also made it hard to make friends with each successive move.
I'm the oldest of 4 (2 brothers, 1 sister). My sister now lives in Florida. One brother lives in Ann Arbor (one of the coolest places on earth) and the other lives in Omaha with my parents. They moved to Omaha in 1992, by which time I was old enough to make my own way. I've been working at Ford Motor Company for nearly 30 years. I've been married for going on 22 years. My wife - Karen - and I both agree that we never want to put our kids through what I had to go through, and so we've been in the same house for the last 17 years.
I have a 16-year-old daughter (Natalie) who has a brain tumor that's - mercifully - in remission. She's stable enough after years of treatment that she now needs only get check-ups every few months. Despite the obvious challenges of her condition, she's a nearly-straight-A student. Our son (Nate) is 14, and will be starting high school next year.
How does food fit into all this? I wish I could say that living in different parts of the country broadened my culinary horizons, but there's only so much a child can do. I did, however, go back as an adult to visit the places where I used to live. As I've mentioned elsewhere, my dad lived in northern Italy until he was 18. The cuisine there is a mashup of different styles that aren't typically associated with what Americans consider to be Italian food. My mother's family came to the US from Ireland 2 generations earlier. Growing up, I ate a wide variety of things, and both my parents cooked. They never pressured any of us to do anything, and cooking is among those things. But, I'm happy to say that I can now discuss recipe ideas with them. I've made a point to visit my parents at least once a year with my family (the 750 mile drive makes it impossible to do more than that). Every year, I basically take over their kitchen and make them something. After all they did for me growing up, it's the least I could do.
I believe it was County Cork. This was in the late 1800s, but I might be able to find out more if my mom can recall.Any idea of which County?
Betting "The Banner", "The Tribesmen" or "The Green above the Red"
How did you find the Scouts?With such a diverse and interesting group of folks as we have here, especially the ex-pat owner of the site, I've been thinking of where we have all come from.
Where did you grow up? What was your childhood like?
Of course, Ken will probably quote either Oliver Twist, or one of Julian Fellowe's tomes, but our backgrounds could serve for some interesting fare.
Where ya from?
(To add: I'm sure there was food involved, so how did it play a role in your upbringing?)
The Scouts?
Were you involved in that Scouting site, or have begun stalking me?
I thought it was about as genuine as the picture from "your family album" I'd posted above.Early childhood picture from the family album?
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Who are Tom Hiddleston and Sebastion Stan, and what's this about a love triangle?