tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post2760205342445855684..comments2024-03-26T23:41:10.319+00:00Comments on Authors Electric: The Glory Box - Debbie BennettKatherine Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17196712319655603442noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-29971323759931920212013-05-08T10:43:30.995+01:002013-05-08T10:43:30.995+01:00Respect, Debbie! I regret to say that if I ever fi...Respect, Debbie! I regret to say that if I ever find any of those totally squirm making letters or diaries in my own possession I chuck them away in horror (and yes, I am a biographer by trade ...)julia joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09773900100240758504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-17762907998740172492013-05-07T15:01:48.613+01:002013-05-07T15:01:48.613+01:00great post Debbie! Nostalgia IS what it used to be...great post Debbie! Nostalgia IS what it used to be!Lydia Bennethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09328239009863878547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-79653058269245312152013-05-07T10:32:16.542+01:002013-05-07T10:32:16.542+01:00Sounds grand as owt. When did you say you were pub...Sounds grand as owt. When did you say you were publishing your diaries?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12510173972601810299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-49741148898615464282013-05-06T19:11:32.969+01:002013-05-06T19:11:32.969+01:00Lovely. I enjoy nostalgia stories. I wish I still ...Lovely. I enjoy nostalgia stories. I wish I still had my teen diaries but my mum chucked them away when I left home and got married. I went to get my nostalgia box one day and they'd gone, along with a piece of Scott Walker's shirt, a broken drumstick the late Beach Boy Denis Wilson threw into the audience at a concert in Manchester and loads of concert tickets, some with autographs. Such precious memories to me, they meant little to my mum who thought it a box of rubbish. That happened in 1969 and I'm now 64 and I've never really forgiven her! :-) Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13010018929722337508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-6162269384137384482013-05-06T17:45:45.542+01:002013-05-06T17:45:45.542+01:00@Chris - yes, that was my husband I wrote about!@Chris - yes, that was my husband I wrote about!Debbie Bennetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06761474820689143835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-84137537912822027452013-05-06T12:52:23.658+01:002013-05-06T12:52:23.658+01:00Yes, Debbie, a post with the effect of Proust'...Yes, Debbie, a post with the effect of Proust's Madeleine. All Our Yesterdays, indeed. I no longer have my teenage diaries because when I unearthed them a few years back the embarrassments of the yearnings, soul-searching, abysmal poems and blatant egocentricity went far beyond toe-curling. But you're right, the persons we were still lurk within us and even the really young ones resurface still.Bill Kirtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16345949773423764808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-17338628222407964702013-05-06T11:24:33.297+01:002013-05-06T11:24:33.297+01:00That was indeed a fascinating 'all our yesterd...That was indeed a fascinating 'all our yesterdays' post, Debbie. I wish I had such a storehouse. I just have to keep it in my head, to draw on from time to time. But it's lovely to watch it actually in the process of happening to someone else. One of my mentorees, if there is such a word, has just sent me some stuff and apologised for its lateness. His reason was that he'd taken a chapter into a crowded Costa to perform on it the list of editing tasks I'd given him, a strange woman sat at the same table and asked him what he was doing so assiduously and he told her. 'She was the most beautiful woman I have ever see,' he wrote, 'and now I'm dating her.' I excused him. There are things even more important than writing.Dennis Hamleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15781139870037634374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-3142843439833983962013-05-06T10:27:31.690+01:002013-05-06T10:27:31.690+01:00I've lost all my old diaries and envy your hav...I've lost all my old diaries and envy your having kept yours. I wouldn't ever have looked at my younger diaries. But I wish I hadn't lost the one I kept for the first year that I stopped drinking. I did something every month: pure diary one month, study of a hard-drinking poet the next, quotations about drinking another month, thoughts about addiction in general, etc. All lost in one of my cross-country moves. Fascinating post, Debbie.glitter noirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11728649916344336118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429560125838989988.post-81884342267658894142013-05-06T09:33:31.863+01:002013-05-06T09:33:31.863+01:00I was impressed by the tidiness of those boxes. My...I was impressed by the tidiness of those boxes. My boxes would be overflowing and messy, if I'd kept them. By the way - did you marry him?Chris Longmuirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02488093821886798927noreply@blogger.com