Blography Tag

Hello, hello, and top of the morning to you! It's a gorgeous, glorious, not even too hot for comfort yet sort of a one over here, (here's hoping your own is cut from a similar pattern,) and just the sort to post a post in. And, seeing as I have been tagged for the Blography tag by Liz of The Antique Bookworm, (Thanks awfully, Liz!) the subject supplies itself readily! I think we'll dive right into it, since while it is not TOO blisteringly hot, diving into something sounds pleasant... So we will start by diving into the rules.

Rules: (See, I told you. Isn't it nice in here??)

1. The starter site of this tag happens to have been taken down since, so alas, no link for us... But in the original tag, one was supposed to be included.

2. Mention the giver of this tag: That would be the lovely Liz Churchill! You'll find a link to her blog up above... Look for the words Antique Bookworm and you can't miss it.

3. Write an autobiography in seven words. (For this, they do not need to form a complete sentence.)

4. To make it more interesting, answer seven-word questions.

5. Tag seven other bloggers.

6. Think of seven-word questions, or use the same ones as you answered.

Okay, some of these are going to be tricky, I can tell it from way over here at the beginning XD But here am I, giving them the best shot in my locker just the same. 

Er... You MIGHT want to stand just a little to one side, though, just in case the shot veers off course or anything. You know, safety first and bumps best avoided... Oh, you're standing behind a tree to be on the safe side? Better and better, the very thing I should have suggested myself if the little grey cells had jumped to attention on pogo sticks. (But they didn't, of course, as this particular kind of pogo sticks has yet to be patented, so it's a very good thing you were the one busy thinking up clever ideas.)

All ready? Good then. Now duck, because here I go.

*Swings hard, and misses by a mile*

*Frowns at it*

Goodness, who knew autobiographies could be so difficult to hit upon? But here, let's just try that again. Ahem.

*Winds up and flings it just as far as she can*

Autobiography.

There, now that came out nicely. Let's see if the rest isn't still hiding back there where this came from, now... Like this.

Autobiography.

Just A Little Clay Pot In Progress.

Hey now, that worked out rather better than I thought... I wonder if those pogo sticks are around here somewhere after all? *hunts through her receipts* No, I don't seem to have bought any, they must have gotten creative and invented their own🤔But anyway, on to the next thing in line while we're on a roll. *brandishes the nearest object, which happens to be the device she's writing on* Onward, grey cells!

*Realizes what she's doing and hastily erases several lines of keysmashedness*

Alright, now what was next? (Have you noticed yet I'm playing away at this post like there's no tomorrow, I wonder? If not, this is your cue to pick up on it.) Ahh yes, there it is...

What is your favourite Biography or 

Autobiography? 

Hmmm. That, I believe, would be The Emperor Of Peace River. It's a thrilling true pioneer story, (the story of the whole Lawrence family as much as it is just about Sheridan Lawrence.) only made more so by the fact that one can go around finding bits of the story out in everyday life still yet if one looks in the right places!

A biography on Your TBR list.

Ummm... Hum XD How about that of the Von Trapp family?? Because otherwise I'm afraid the list is quite blank. I am apparently not a voracious reader of biographies, auto or otherwise...

Have you any passed down family stories?

Ohhhh yes. Heaps and dozens. But to narrow it down to one, I shall flip through the pages to—ahh yes, right here. The story of Grandpa And The Rabbits. (This one was told to us 'round the supper table one night, and really ought to be done in Low German to get the proper effect... But, y'know, one does the best one can in English for times such as these :P

Grandpa And The Rabbits

This one takes place a good sixty years ago, still in the days of haystacks of the type you will find in the Little House Books. And with that word picture nimbly assembling itself in your mind, let us call the scene set.

So. Once upon one fine day, Great Grandpa Not-Starr sent his boys out to fetch back one of their haystacks that was a little farther out, (I picture them driving one of those wagons here, you know, the kind that Laura Ingalls tramped down hay in when she helped Pa with the crop...) and imagine his surprise when they came back saying it wasn't there. Well now, they had left it there, hadn't they? So of course it was there. Had to be. But when he went back with them to prove this point—Lo and behold, it wasn't. The wild rabbits had eaten not half, not most of, but the entire haystack, and it was quite gone. (Down the hatch, you understand.)

How did they know how to pin it on the rabbits, you ask? Well, the presence of rabbits has a way of making itself known, even when they themselves are no longer around to throw out the welcome mat. Especially when they have been enjoying an all-you-can-eat buffet until supplies gave out.

What person’s biography would you enjoy writing?

Hmmm🤔🤔 May I be predictable and go with some sort of pioneer-y person? (The old fashioned kind, you know, not the finance and business sort.) A certain set of great grand parents who were that in right good earnest around about the 1930's comes to mind... That or maybe P.G Wodehouse. I feel like his would be just plain fun to write if you could get the spirit of the thing down on paper properly :P (If Lizzie already said this, I apologize for copycatting XD Little did she know how far it would go when she introduced me to P.G. Wodehouse...)

Could your life be a believable novel?

Hum. This is a good question. Novel, yes. But of what sort I don't know. Would people read it? Would I read it, for that matter? These things I also do not know.

What’s the theme song of your life?

Doc Walker's Heaven On Dirt, if we're not being too picky about all the lyrics lining up with real life... Because the feel of it matches :P

What 7 books retell your life story?

Little House In The Big Woods (Yes, I really did grow up in a log cabin. A couple of them. And a log house after that :P)

Annnnd some more Little House books... Two or three more, let's say, of various vintages, which brings us up to number four. For which we shall go with Bloomability, by Sharon Creech, but minus the Italian boarding school. (This mainly means I've lived a lot of places :P)

Then... Hmmmmm. (I do a lot of hmmming in this post, I know, but these questions be DIFFICULT, ye kindreds. I feel myself rather justified in my hmmming on that account.)

Five, five, what ARE you going to be when you grow up?

Let us say...

Oh goodness, what DO you suppose would happen if I just stuck immovably at four?? Because any further books that resemble my life have apparently fled the country and are hiding out in a foreign port. That's the very reason this post is so late, as a matter of fact. They've been escaping me for weeks. Not even the biography was this difficult to get along with, and for a seven word wonder, that is Saying something XD But between the aforementioned and the fact that pictures absolutely refuse to let me insert them in this post, (you may have noticed the lack of them,) it is a lot later than when I started now. Let us hope that Late is more to be preferred than Never. (Personally, I think it would outrun Never in a footrace. Just a personal whim, but there it is.)

But where was I? Ahhh yes, here it is, and I see the point I have gotten up to... 'Tis the place of Passing On The Torch. But—well, I'm really not very good at the tagging part of tags, though sad it is to say. You see, the difficulty is that I tend get my posts up late for one reason or another, and by that time everyone has already been tagged! Annnd it is on account of this that I shall now proceed to tag any and all interested parties, but they must excuse me for not doing it by name, because I know not from whence they shall spring. Or, as a matter of fact, whether I am using the word "Whence" quite as it ought to be used. This is one of the mysteries of life.

But whether it is, or whether it isn't, I DO believe I have now come to end of both questions and post! (Though not the end of my rope. It is more comfortable not to come to the end of THAT any more frequently than is quite unavoidable, I find. What would have happened if I had kept up the good fight at finding stories to compare to my own one doesn't know, but a catastrophe sidestepped is one that need occupy the mind no further. Annnnd yes I am being dramatic for the fun of it, forgive me XD) 

I have the sudden urge to say "Toodle-oo," and do you know, I think that makes the perfect ending? So with one last Thank You note to Liz for tagging me, I shall say it, (Toodle-oo,) and hope to see you again another day! 

~Emi(ly) Of Idlewood, Signing Off.

*Signs back on hastily to post the questions that were supposed to be included.*

I am not feeling excessively brilliant at coming up with seven word questions, (and seven of them, at that!) so these are the questions I am borrowing from Liz, who, I believe, borrowed them from the The Maidens Of Green Gables... So you know to give credit where credit is due :)

And as the questions come in, I am going abroad and out. (Or at least to find a cold drink; I've been writing away at this in a lawn chair, and it IS beginning to feel a bit warmish as the sun swings up and over :P) How is it said over walkie-talkies and two-way radios?? Oh yes, like this!

Over And Out!

Also. Le Questions

•What is your favourite Biography or Autobiography?•Whose autobiography is on your TBR list?

•Have you any passed down family stories?

•What person’s biography would you enjoy writing?•Could your life be a believable novel?

•What’s the theme song of your life?

•What 7 books retell your life story?

(My apologies about the change of font, I can't seem to find the original one!)