Mother, Do you remember me? (Post No.5547)

Compiled by London Swaminathan
Date: 16 October 2018


Time uploaded in London – 9-14 AM

(British Summer Time)


Post No. 5547



Pictures shown here are taken from various sources including google, Wikipedia, Facebook friends and newspapers. This is a non- commercial blog.

Children Anecdotes

A mother was reproving her little girl one day in the presence of Degas, for making mistakes in spelling.

Why do mistakes in spelling matter? The child protested.
Why do they matter? Because they do, and it is very naughty in a little girl to make them, isn’t it Monsieur Degas?
Very naughty, agreed Degas .
Then when the mother had left them, Degas said to the child,

“Which would you like the best , to know how to spell or have a box of candy ?”
Candy! cried the little girl without hesitation.
Well, so would I, replied Degas.


Who is Degas?

from wikipedia

Edgar Degas (US/deɪˈɡɑː/ or UK/ˈdeɪɡɑː/; born Hilaire-Germain-Edgar De Gas, French: [ilɛːʁ ʒɛʁmɛ̃ ɛdɡaʁ də ɡɑ]; 19 July 1834 – 27 September 1917) was a French artist famous for his paintings, sculptures, prints, and drawings. He is especially identified with the subject of dance; more than half of his works depict dancers.[1] He is regarded as one of the founders of Impressionism, although he rejected the term, preferring to be called a realist.[2] He was a superb draftsman, and particularly masterly in depicting movement, as can be seen in his rendition of dancers, racecourse subjects and female nudes. His portraits are notable for their psychological complexity and for their portrayal of human isolation.[3]

Remember me?

In animated conversation, the adults of the family and their guests around the dinner table had completely forgotten for the time being the presence of four year old Dorothy, who had been automatically excluded.
After a time she tentatively plucked at her mothers sleeve, and asked,
“Remember me?”


Mark Twain Drowned!

Mark Twain used to tell a pathetic story of his childhood. It seems, according to the story, that Mark was born twins. He and his twin looked so much alike, that no one, not even their mother, could tell them apart.
One day, while the nurse was bathing them, one of them slipped in the bathtub and was drowned. No one ever knew which twin it was that was drowned— And therein, says Mark, was the tragedy. Everyone thought that I was the one that lived, but I wasn’t. It was my brother who lived. I was the one that was drowned.


Naked Biblical Adam

A certain small boy had tumbled into bed, leaving his room in a characteristic state of disorder. His mother, coming in to bid him Good Night, chided gently, saying,
Now I wonder who it was who didn’t hang up his clothes before going to sleep.
Adam, said the little boy, and promptly pulled the covers over his head.

Xxxx subham xxx

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