tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post773180446209418544..comments2024-03-27T09:13:32.912+00:00Comments on News From Nowhere: Sepia Saturday 364 : The Disappointing SpartanAlan Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-238371473957257622017-04-23T16:06:08.457+01:002017-04-23T16:06:08.457+01:00Just for a moment I thought that was you on the tr...Just for a moment I thought that was you on the track, then I read your post and it sounded more like it. I too hated sports day, though I wasn't too bad at egg and spoon and skipping races.Little Nellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11862657943846727987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-578862138507343482017-04-23T01:33:17.028+01:002017-04-23T01:33:17.028+01:00Oh Alan...these are by far the best photos I have ...Oh Alan...these are by far the best photos I have seen in ages....you have inspired me to try and find a bad copy of a photo of me taking photos at sports events too. I was NOT sporty in the least.Alex Dawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05083753053051713061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-52654811919157071322017-04-22T21:49:41.062+01:002017-04-22T21:49:41.062+01:00Being a musician in the band was my excuse for avo...Being a musician in the band was my excuse for avoiding sports. Instead I got to play inspiring tunes to encourage our team to Victory! (or at least a less ignoble defeat.) If only I'd known about the advantages of being a photographer!Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-19374827928998006262017-04-22T13:54:17.012+01:002017-04-22T13:54:17.012+01:00Attended a private school in Portland, Maine (Wayn...Attended a private school in Portland, Maine (Waynflete); in the early 60s I was a field hockey goalie (the only position where you didn't have to run a lot -- and that explains that, doesn't it?)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-58469174642980440832017-04-22T01:30:33.760+01:002017-04-22T01:30:33.760+01:00Great photos and memories. I was skinny and long l...Great photos and memories. I was skinny and long legged therefore they kept telling me I should be a good runner. I had little stamina but did OK in the 60 yard dash. Nice to read everyone's memories here.Helen Killeen Bauch McHarguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07042488205276127209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-58498345230009300752017-04-21T12:46:36.323+01:002017-04-21T12:46:36.323+01:00Yes, is my answer to your question on sports day w...Yes, is my answer to your question on sports day weather. It has to be pouring down to be cancelled. I hated hockey and have memories of playing it on dreicht grey, drizzly, muddy days. ScotSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01412874349376253984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-39409702557392978612017-04-21T10:02:39.810+01:002017-04-21T10:02:39.810+01:00I was in Raleigh house (red) at one school. The ot...I was in Raleigh house (red) at one school. The other houses were Scott (yellow) and Drake (green or blue) and another I can't remember (blue or green). At boarding school I was in Beaufort (blue). The others houses were Holford (black) Dorchester (purple) Badminton (green) and Sedgwick (gold). These were all names associated with the Holford family who built the school building. Their London house was where the Dorchester hotel is now. And no. I was astonishingly unsporty. My best sport was the egg and spoon race.Georginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13232154028235485600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-14876848365072156772017-04-20T21:31:38.128+01:002017-04-20T21:31:38.128+01:00Oh this brings back painful memories of running. I...Oh this brings back painful memories of running. I hated running. I was a terrible runner. I was SLOW. In gym class, we often had to run the track. To "inspire" us to hurry up, our teacher would give the last 3 girls to come in a 0. Thank-goodness there were girls in my class who didn't really care if they got a 0 for the day. Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-80236069345011267932017-04-20T19:51:46.972+01:002017-04-20T19:51:46.972+01:00Wonderful photographs! But was it usually, general...Wonderful photographs! But was it usually, generally speaking, a cold gray day for sporting events in your 'neck of the woods'? The girls in the prompt pic were obviously watching or competing in sports on what appears to be a rainy day.La Nightingailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769079547153094005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-23207453330633003582017-04-20T18:37:01.298+01:002017-04-20T18:37:01.298+01:00A nostalgic look back, as it reminded me of myself...A nostalgic look back, as it reminded me of myself at school in the 1960's in York. I was intrigued by the names of your houses - they sounded quite aggressive. At my school, the houses were named after women we were supposed to look up to - Bronte, Anderson, Somerville and one other I can't remember! ScotSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01412874349376253984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37291817.post-45087132415548101532017-04-20T15:06:50.414+01:002017-04-20T15:06:50.414+01:00Hi Alan...you were the artistic type of student, I...Hi Alan...you were the artistic type of student, I can tell. Nice to see you posting first this week! Love the shots of all the students being adolescent and post adolescent people...about to become some firmer form of themselves.Barbara Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351113054045427775noreply@blogger.com