The
letter for today is: D, where I feature darling
and damson.
My
family has always used the endearment, darling,
for loved-ones. When I say family, I mean my mother, sisters and me. Although
we remained in touch when he was alive, my father moved to another home when I
was seven years old.
Being
stubborn and self-reliant, I married young—too young for my own good. I called
my husband darling from the start
and each of our three children the same. It's a wonder they didn't get
confused, but the term never caused any hassles.
When
the children were old enough, we used to drive into the hills outside
Melbourne, Australia, to pick damsons. No. I'm stretching the truth for
convenience. Blackberries stained the little fingers and the prickles tore the darling's arms. But there is nothing
like the flavor of a freshly picked damson,
ripened by the warm sun. Here in England, I can't find anywhere to get fresh
ones.
Nice one, Francene! Calling all the children 'darling' sure helps to avoid confusing their names. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely. I love terms of endearment but I won't share mine for Mr A with you and the rest of the Internet! You don't often see damsons in the UK these days. I bought some from Waitrose last Autumn but they weren't very juicy.
ReplyDeleteWe're all 'darlings' too but our children use 'honey' and 'sweetheart'.
ReplyDeleteDamsons are rarely seen in UK. I guess the only way is to grow your own . . .
I agree with Edith above....my mother always confused all our names. Darling would have been superior to be called by the dog's name....which I was, a few times.
ReplyDeleteI like "darling." It's romantic when you call your husband "darling." More glamorous than "honey." Reminds me of a black and white movie where all the characters are in evening dress and are drinking martinis. Do they even use the word "honey" in the UK?
ReplyDelete"Darling" makes me think of Katherine Hepburn for some reason! Very
ReplyDeletecultured. But then there's "Hello, Darlin,'" the country song by Conway Twitty. A different cup of tea.
Our pet names for our children were:
Paddington, Bobo, and Squonk. :)
Hi Francene! Thanks for visiting my blog this morning! And I see you're in England now, not Oz! :) I lived in Australia for a year (to attend Monash Uni) and have never heard of a damson! I feel like I missed out! Such a wonderful country, so little time! ~ Angela, Whole Foods Living, http://www.wholefoodsliving.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteI like darling as an endearment, it's quite lovely.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, we just planted six blueberry plants last year on our property. I'm hoping for a few berries this year, not much as there quite immature! I suspect we'll be fighting the birds for the fruit like we do with our cherry tree!
Can I tell you that I have never heard of a damson?
ReplyDeleteLove how you call everyone Darling!
Thanks for stopping by my blog and your kind words about my cakes.
Christine
http://scraphappychristinescorner.blogspot.com/
In my wife's family the term is "gorgeous." Its an all inclusive positive term that can be used to compliment everything from a bride to what you find in a new baby's diaper!
ReplyDeleteLovely photo of those Damson plums. I used to have a tree in Oregon when I lived there. They make a divine chutney, darling. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI do love the term "darling." I think that it's a beautiful term of endearment. That and I like it when I hear the term "love," too.
ReplyDeleteGreat entry! :0)
I'm in the mood for fruit now.
ReplyDeleteI love the term darling. I should use it more. I normally say "dear".
My husband and I use "baby" like your darling. Sometimes our daughter will stop to ask, "Which baby are you talking to?" Thank you for visiting my post. Your comment was very touching.
ReplyDeleteIt's Hon around here. You are doing a great job with the challenge. It's fun isn't it? I'm a new follower :)
ReplyDeleteThat approach would have worked for my Mother - she had a habit of calling us by name, except the one she wanted was *always* at the end of the list of 4!
ReplyDeleteSo she'd have to go through the list of us before she got to the one she wanted (usually because of some trouble the one was in.)
I didn't know they were called Damsons!
ReplyDeleteNice :-) now I want fresh, sun-warmed fruit, but my blackberries aren't out yet ;-)
ReplyDeleteI remember England fondly. I was 6 when My family moved into a flat in Wadenhoe House in 1955. I I remember gooseberries, black and boysenberries, But not blue. Damsons. Hmmm have to pull that one on my friend when she goes bb picking this summer.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog, Dogs Rule Cats Drool during the A to Z challenge.
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