Too Much of a Good Thing
A yucky story for gobble guts children.13 total reviews
Comment from Dolly'sPoems
A fun story with fond memories and I just love homemade jams! Your wonderful in-depth write reminded me of my Mother who would make blackcurrant jam, a joy to read Lisa, love Dolly x
reply by the author on 22-Jan-2019
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A fun story with fond memories and I just love homemade jams! Your wonderful in-depth write reminded me of my Mother who would make blackcurrant jam, a joy to read Lisa, love Dolly x
Comment Written 22-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 22-Jan-2019
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Thanks for your review Dolly. Looks like my story is reminding people fondly of their own Mothers. I love blackcurrant jam too.
I think that is a nice thing about writing and reading... we can share similar experiences in a personal way, yet they are all individual.
Comment from lyenochka
I'm holding my mouth as I read that last half. Your poor brother! One can't blame him for enjoying the blackberries. But what a price to pay. Lots of fun in this post including the ground up cooked moths (yuck!)
The picture looks more like marionberries. Blackberries here are much darker. And boy, you need long armlength gloves for protection.
Do you really say, "funnily?" It's the first time I've read it.
reply by the author on 22-Jan-2019
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I'm holding my mouth as I read that last half. Your poor brother! One can't blame him for enjoying the blackberries. But what a price to pay. Lots of fun in this post including the ground up cooked moths (yuck!)
The picture looks more like marionberries. Blackberries here are much darker. And boy, you need long armlength gloves for protection.
Do you really say, "funnily?" It's the first time I've read it.
Comment Written 22-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 22-Jan-2019
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Thanks for reviewing my story. I have tasted those Bogong moths and they do indeed taste like peanut butter... which is fine as long as you like peanut butter! Most people can't get over thinking about moths, but in future people are going to get their heads around eating insects for survival... Aborigines were kinda ahed of their times in a way.
Maybe it is the lighting in the photo that makes the berries look a bit light coloured... they are indeed much darker in reality.
Use of the word "funnily" (from Cambridge Dictionary): əl.i/ us /ˈfʌn. əl.i/ strangely: e.g. "His face seems foreign and funnily familiar at the same time." It means strange, suspicious and unnatural. Probably somewhat similar to using "happily" instead of just "happy".
Comment from Jannypan (Jan)
I enjoyed your story, Lisa. You did a good job with all of the details you included about your family and that one picnic to get those tasty blackberries. Your picture choice is perfect. Poor Jeff. He will never live that tale down. Good job and thanks for sharing. Jan
reply by the author on 22-Jan-2019
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I enjoyed your story, Lisa. You did a good job with all of the details you included about your family and that one picnic to get those tasty blackberries. Your picture choice is perfect. Poor Jeff. He will never live that tale down. Good job and thanks for sharing. Jan
Comment Written 21-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 22-Jan-2019
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Thanks for you review Jan. I think most families have their own legendary tales with a family member being the butt of the joke.
Comment from Joy Graham
This is a delightful story, Lisa May :) I think it was towards the end that I started hearing you tell this story in your Australian accent. I think this is my first time reading your work.
I remember going blueberry picking with my family when I was young and we got stuck in deep mud. My mom and sister had to get out and push. I was too young so had to sit inside the car. There was mus everywhere and my mom and sister got covered in the mud spraying out from the tires spinning. lol! Those are the best memories. My mom made the best pies. She was like your mom and would have several pies in the oven when she heard visitors were on their way over.
Joy xx
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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This is a delightful story, Lisa May :) I think it was towards the end that I started hearing you tell this story in your Australian accent. I think this is my first time reading your work.
I remember going blueberry picking with my family when I was young and we got stuck in deep mud. My mom and sister had to get out and push. I was too young so had to sit inside the car. There was mus everywhere and my mom and sister got covered in the mud spraying out from the tires spinning. lol! Those are the best memories. My mom made the best pies. She was like your mom and would have several pies in the oven when she heard visitors were on their way over.
Joy xx
Comment Written 21-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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Thanks for your review.
I have lived in New Zealand for 36 years now and have adjusted my accent to fit in with kiwis (not always successfully)... writing these recent stories about my Aussie childhood is making me reconnect again with my 'mother tongue' so to speak. It's interesting how spoken English can be so very different depending where you are.
The mud story was suitably memorable! Old-fashioned mums were the best... showing love through food and hospitality.
Comment from LIJ Red
I wonder if downunder blackberries are tart like Georgia berries...there was a fatter sweeter berry on a low vine called a dewberry...a galah sounds like a jaybird in many ways...excellent story for the younger set...
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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I wonder if downunder blackberries are tart like Georgia berries...there was a fatter sweeter berry on a low vine called a dewberry...a galah sounds like a jaybird in many ways...excellent story for the younger set...
Comment Written 21-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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They are somewhat tart before they ripen fully (when they are still red) but when they are totally ripe they are black and lusciously sweet.
Thanks for your generous review.
Comment from Dean Kuch
"All of a sudden he did a gurgling chunder out the car window. In Australia, that's what we call being sick, or vomiting. Maybe you call it spewing or puking or throwing up." ...Oh, there are lots of names for vomiting, Lisa.
Losing your lunch.
Tossing your cookies
Upchucking
Hurling
Blowin' chunks
Tasting it twice...just to name a few.
I wonder why Jeff never ate blackberry jam again?
Odd, that...
~Dean
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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"All of a sudden he did a gurgling chunder out the car window. In Australia, that's what we call being sick, or vomiting. Maybe you call it spewing or puking or throwing up." ...Oh, there are lots of names for vomiting, Lisa.
Losing your lunch.
Tossing your cookies
Upchucking
Hurling
Blowin' chunks
Tasting it twice...just to name a few.
I wonder why Jeff never ate blackberry jam again?
Odd, that...
~Dean
Comment Written 21-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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ooh yecchhh... I do like those options! Another Aussie one is: Technicolor Yawn.
Billy Connolly reckons there is always diced carrots in puke.
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Could be...
Comment from Phyllis Stewart
I love blackberries in any form, but especially in pie. So yummy. I used to pick them in my grandma's pasture and make pies for dinner. Everyone looked forward to them, and there was never a piece left over. :)
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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I love blackberries in any form, but especially in pie. So yummy. I used to pick them in my grandma's pasture and make pies for dinner. Everyone looked forward to them, and there was never a piece left over. :)
Comment Written 21-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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Hi Phyllis, thanks for your review. I'm glad my story triggered your own personal memories. These days it is nearly impossible to find wild blackberries here, unfortunately.
Comment from royowen
What a great tale. Yes I'm sure there are many a "bad berry days" tucked away in annals and cupboards housed in the memories of people throughout the world. Thanks for sharing Lisa, I was riveted and sorrowed for your poor brother. My mother loved to regale people with my tales of woe, well done, great writing, blessings, Roy
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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What a great tale. Yes I'm sure there are many a "bad berry days" tucked away in annals and cupboards housed in the memories of people throughout the world. Thanks for sharing Lisa, I was riveted and sorrowed for your poor brother. My mother loved to regale people with my tales of woe, well done, great writing, blessings, Roy
Comment Written 21-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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Thank you so much for your supportive comments Roy. Some people don't like any mention of chunder or poos and wees but kids seem to relish horrible aspects of orifice evacuations.
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Well, I'm an Aussie so very familiar, technicolor yawn, another. Orifice evacuations, I like that one
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Thanks for reminding me about the technicolour yawn... very Bazza Mackenzie.
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Yes, indeed
Comment from Mrs. KT
Hello Lisa,
Absolutely delightful for many reasons: learning of your childhood, learning more of Australia, and learning how said childhood in Australia, in spite of its differences, had many similarities to my own childhood in Michigan, USA! Loved reading of your mum's baking expertise, the fruit, the gardens and the birds. And the thought of our father driving through a stream to wash down the car was very humorous - altho' at the time, I imagine it was not! And I did have empathy for your brother; I had a similar experience with my father's homemade chocolate fudge!
Thank you for sharing!
diane
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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Hello Lisa,
Absolutely delightful for many reasons: learning of your childhood, learning more of Australia, and learning how said childhood in Australia, in spite of its differences, had many similarities to my own childhood in Michigan, USA! Loved reading of your mum's baking expertise, the fruit, the gardens and the birds. And the thought of our father driving through a stream to wash down the car was very humorous - altho' at the time, I imagine it was not! And I did have empathy for your brother; I had a similar experience with my father's homemade chocolate fudge!
Thank you for sharing!
diane
Comment Written 21-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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Thanks for your review Diane. I think childhoods all over the world have similarities... the foods and landscapes are different, but there will always be legendary incidents.
What a waste of choc fudge... but once you start it is hard to stop with chocolate.
Comment from Sally Law
Your homespun Aussie stories are delightful. The more I read your work, the more I like you. This was a lot of fun. I do not understand some of your terms like, "boot of a car." Possibly, floorboards? That is my first guess. I am lfanning you right now my dear girl, that way I will never miss you. Enjoy your sixer!
All my best,
Sally :+)
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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Your homespun Aussie stories are delightful. The more I read your work, the more I like you. This was a lot of fun. I do not understand some of your terms like, "boot of a car." Possibly, floorboards? That is my first guess. I am lfanning you right now my dear girl, that way I will never miss you. Enjoy your sixer!
All my best,
Sally :+)
Comment Written 21-Jan-2019
reply by the author on 21-Jan-2019
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I am doing a jig that you gave me a 6! Coming from a writer and reviewer of your ability that is very encouraging.
You say you like me through reading about my experiences... ditto. Your story about your darling's healing letters was very personal and moving. (I certainly hope you are shingle-free now.). I think an honest, heart-on-your-sleeve life is the best way to experience it.
In UK English (also Aussie and NZ) the boot of a car is what you would call the "trunk". In our English, a trunk would be an older style suitcase or be hanging in front of an elephant.
I must remember in future to put explanations in my author notes at foot of story, but i don't always know if there is a misunderstanding!
