{"id":4273,"date":"2011-06-05T17:14:48","date_gmt":"2011-06-05T17:14:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/?p=4273"},"modified":"2011-06-05T17:14:48","modified_gmt":"2011-06-05T17:14:48","slug":"story-telling-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/?p=4273","title":{"rendered":"Story Telling Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"fromhighinthesky.blogspot.com\">Sian<\/a>, she of the good ideas, is hosting a monthly story telling club. I really love to join in with this. I love to read other peoples stories but an added extra is that the stories sometimes spark off memories in me that I had long forgotten &#8230; like this one.<\/p>\n<p>Actually, I wasn\u2019t going to join in Sian\u2019s story telling Sunday today because I wrote a story last week, for today, but reading it again last night, I decided not to publish it. But then this came to light this afternoon.<\/p>\n<p>Last week I was visiting at Project 64 for the Yellow Orange challenge and came across this picture.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/yellow-orange.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/yellow-orange.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"yellow-orange\" width=\"500\" height=\"359\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4275\" srcset=\"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/yellow-orange.jpg 500w, https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/yellow-orange-300x215.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>It brought back a memory so I wrote to <a href=\"http:\/\/lilisview.wordpress.com\/\">Lili<\/a> and asked her permission to use it. Of course she said yes!<\/p>\n<p>When I was a young girl the walk to the shops or church involved walking past a couple of houses I didn\u2019t like going past, both for different reasons.<br \/>\nOne house had a lot of \u2018big boys\u2019 living there. They had cars and bikes and &#8216;things&#8217; all over the front of the garden so I avoided it because it scared me. I can understand that even today.<br \/>\nThe other house actually belonged to my mother\u2019s friend Grace. She was not scary at all, rather nice in fact but, in her garden there was a huge bed of extremely tall Kniphofia. They used to scare the wits out of me! They were taller than me and waved about menacingly as soon as I went near them. I couldn\u2019t bear to look at them, the colours were horrible and I thought that if one touched me I would surely die!<br \/>\nNo, I have no idea why I had such a vivid imagination. Probably having lots of horrid brothers didn\u2019t help.<br \/>\nMy mother said that it was only a poor &#8216;ole plant, it had a pretty red and orange flowers.<br \/>\nNo it wasn&#8217;t pretty! <em>and<\/em> it was called Red Hot Poker! For goodness sake even the name is scary. Perhaps it would burn me to death! I think I thought they might be the flowers of hell.  Well, do you know I still can\u2019t bear to look at them! I don\u2019t think they are in the least bit pretty and I don\u2019t <em>really<\/em> like red or orange and yellow together.<\/p>\n<p>Thank you <a href=\"http:\/\/lilisview.wordpress.com\/\">Lili<\/a>, your picture is beautiful and not scary but to me the flower is not beautiful and it is still scary.<\/p>\n<p>There will be wonderful stories over <a href=\"fromhighinthesky.blogspot.com\">here<\/a> today, take a look?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sian, she of the good ideas, is hosting a monthly story telling club. I really love to join in with this. I love to read other peoples stories but an added extra is that the stories sometimes spark off memories &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/?p=4273\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4273","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-true-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4273","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4273"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4273\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4281,"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4273\/revisions\/4281"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/miriamrogers.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}