Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wallpaper.” Use it however you’d like. Have fun!
I have read about wall papers in books and seen them in hotel rooms when we were in other countries. In our daughter’s home in Germany, they have white wall papers in all the rooms. She told me that she was painting them with white paint. Our grandchildren had scribbled on the walls 😊.
I have not seen wall papers being used in our country. We paint our walls. And there are different types and a variety of colours. These days people use the ones that can be washed clean with soap and water. In 2019 when our grandchildren came for a visit, they left behind their graffiti art on a kitchen wall. 😊. We were thinking of cleaning them but did not get around to it. They came in April this year and had left that stage of writing on walls, behind. Many years ago, when we went to my parents’ place with our daughter and grandson, my father very happily gave him a pencil to scribble on the wall. He scribbled and my father happily took photos of Advaith, his great grandson. Grandchildren are special and great grandchildren doubly so 😊.
Many of my blogger friends write about their grandchildren visiting them. There is so much love and fun in their posts. I remember during childhood we came to our maternal grandparents’ home every summer vacation. My father was posted in North India. It took us three days by train to reach the small town in South India. We did not get bored on the journey. There was something very exciting about vacations and it was freedom from school 😊.
I remember my father telling me about their journey from Hospet to Madikeri where his maternal grandparents lived. This was in the 1930s and 1940s. They had to travel by train as there were no long distance buses. A train from Goa to Mysore reached Hospet at 2 pm. The first and second classes were beyond their means. When the train halted at the station the children rushed into the empty coaches. There was nothing like reservation. Passengers sat on wooden benches. My father enjoyed the journey. They reached Mysore the next evening. My grandfather’s friend, a Mr Tantri was a manager in Modern Hindu Hotel near the station. They stayed there for the night. The next morning, they caught the bus to Madikeri, 120 kms away. My father remembered that petrol and diesel were scarce during World War 2 and bus owners used gas made from charcoal. There was a burner at the end of the bus. There was a stock of firewood. The burner was lighted before the bus started. After some time, it produced gas. The engine used this like petrol. It was difficult for the passengers to sit near the burner. They started in the morning and reached their destination in the evening. Two months of fun and joy followed😊.
Stream of Consciousness is fun because our thoughts jump from one idea to another. Some thought links them. I started with wall papers to scribbling on walls to grandchildren and ended with my father’s vacation in his childhood 😊.