Thanks so much for your comment, Mimi! Well, sorry to say, my "poker face" is none the better than it was back then. If I don't like something, my face will tell you instantly, despite what I might say. There's no foolin' the ol' jowls!
It's an amusing read and very conversational Rose.
I still feel you judge yourself too harshly.
Those were more trusting times compared to now and I reckon many innocent girls had unplanned adventures probably, though your one was a really big adventure and maybe you never would have taken the risk had you let your rational mind make the decision?
Or did you like listening to advice I wonder?
Teenager's do sometimes have a naive confidence.
It comes across as real.
Often some young people are too careful too cautious.
Then Where is the story I ask. Your lack of planning has given you a great one. And you tell it with humour.
I felt for your poor eardrums and sympathised. Opera is designed for large spaces not cars.
Thank you so much Miss Beverley! Do I judge myself too harshly? I don't know, but looking on what I did with my "more mature" eyes of today, I'm aghast! How could I do such a thing?! Not because I was fearless, but because I didn't know enough to feel fear. Truly, I think guardian angels kept me from harm.
I admire your bravery Rose. I would never dare do anything like that....too scared! I just don't trust myself to survive. Needles to say I haven't had many adventures. 😔
Thanks so much Daisy. I wouldn't say I was brave, just stupid. If I had ANY idea of the potential dangers that awaited me, I wouldn't have done it. Also, I never asked anyone for their advice: "hey, I'm going to Australia without a job or place to stay. What do you think?" If I had, I'm sure I could have been talked out of it fairly easily.
I laughed at loud at your description of the car ride with your friend's mother. I've had a ton of stupid adventures but one that stands out is when I decided to move from California to Oregon, trusting a friend there, herself a new Oregonian, to take me in. She said, "Sure, come on up." I packed everything I thought I'd need, grabbed my four-year-old son's hand, lifted my year old baby daughter onto my hip and hitched to the nearest Greyhound bus station. Once on the bus and beginning the long drive to Oregon, I discovered I had forgotten my daughter's baby bottles. I was twenty-one years old with two children already, one almost ready for school. Instant weaning process while on a twenty hour bus trip. My memory says she did fine...much better than I thought she would as I gave her milk from a cup. My daughter is now a school teacher and my four-year-old son is now 56-years-old. They survived and even thrived (thank God!).
Thanks so much Linda. I think you were braver than me, taking two little kids along on your adventure. I was a baby (in a 20 year old's body) when I went to Australia. Dangers? There might be dangers?! No, my mantra seemed to be, "what could possibly go wrong?" Thank you so much for saying you laughed at my description of hearing opera at close quarters in a VW beetle! That is SO encouraging!
Hilarious! I hope your poker face has improved by now! I'm looking forward to the next installment.
Thanks so much for your comment, Mimi! Well, sorry to say, my "poker face" is none the better than it was back then. If I don't like something, my face will tell you instantly, despite what I might say. There's no foolin' the ol' jowls!
It's an amusing read and very conversational Rose.
I still feel you judge yourself too harshly.
Those were more trusting times compared to now and I reckon many innocent girls had unplanned adventures probably, though your one was a really big adventure and maybe you never would have taken the risk had you let your rational mind make the decision?
Or did you like listening to advice I wonder?
Teenager's do sometimes have a naive confidence.
It comes across as real.
Often some young people are too careful too cautious.
Then Where is the story I ask. Your lack of planning has given you a great one. And you tell it with humour.
I felt for your poor eardrums and sympathised. Opera is designed for large spaces not cars.
And as you couldn't pretend you liked it.
You were out on your ear in double quick time!
With new events waiting to unfold...
I'm all ears!
And Life loves an adventurous soul.
Thank you so much Miss Beverley! Do I judge myself too harshly? I don't know, but looking on what I did with my "more mature" eyes of today, I'm aghast! How could I do such a thing?! Not because I was fearless, but because I didn't know enough to feel fear. Truly, I think guardian angels kept me from harm.
I admire your bravery Rose. I would never dare do anything like that....too scared! I just don't trust myself to survive. Needles to say I haven't had many adventures. 😔
Thanks so much Daisy. I wouldn't say I was brave, just stupid. If I had ANY idea of the potential dangers that awaited me, I wouldn't have done it. Also, I never asked anyone for their advice: "hey, I'm going to Australia without a job or place to stay. What do you think?" If I had, I'm sure I could have been talked out of it fairly easily.
You had faith in your own abilities, a great life skill.
Ah thanks Daisy. But I repeat, I was just too dumb to know that maybe not everything would work out!!! As I say, guardian angels working overtime!
I laughed at loud at your description of the car ride with your friend's mother. I've had a ton of stupid adventures but one that stands out is when I decided to move from California to Oregon, trusting a friend there, herself a new Oregonian, to take me in. She said, "Sure, come on up." I packed everything I thought I'd need, grabbed my four-year-old son's hand, lifted my year old baby daughter onto my hip and hitched to the nearest Greyhound bus station. Once on the bus and beginning the long drive to Oregon, I discovered I had forgotten my daughter's baby bottles. I was twenty-one years old with two children already, one almost ready for school. Instant weaning process while on a twenty hour bus trip. My memory says she did fine...much better than I thought she would as I gave her milk from a cup. My daughter is now a school teacher and my four-year-old son is now 56-years-old. They survived and even thrived (thank God!).
Thanks so much Linda. I think you were braver than me, taking two little kids along on your adventure. I was a baby (in a 20 year old's body) when I went to Australia. Dangers? There might be dangers?! No, my mantra seemed to be, "what could possibly go wrong?" Thank you so much for saying you laughed at my description of hearing opera at close quarters in a VW beetle! That is SO encouraging!