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Post by grindle on Jan 22, 2023 4:44:51 GMT
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Post by geumgrower on Jan 22, 2023 9:17:02 GMT
What a relief. My editor has sent me a copy of the file with all the original images in the correct place so it should (I hope) be easy enough to swap them for the up to date pictures.
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Post by seaburn on Jan 22, 2023 10:14:07 GMT
That is a relief GG. I still plan with pencil and paper before going to the computer, 'just in case'.
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Post by SueA on Jan 22, 2023 10:30:05 GMT
So glad you've got them back geumgrower, that must have been a shock! Did the young lad who inspired the stories ever read the books you wrote?
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Post by geumgrower on Jan 22, 2023 10:56:41 GMT
Yes, he was thrilled to bits with them. Despite his many problems he was quite an accomplished reader when they could get him to sit still. I had to write another story for his sister who got quite annoyed with the amount of time that was given over to her brother.
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Post by Cherry on Jan 22, 2023 11:12:17 GMT
Most of my interesting activities are now in the past, although I still enjoy gardening, and even started a garden here from scratch less than a year ago. I still like cooking and used to cook for 15 or so pilots who came into the airstrip for courses on the Jabiru engine. Once they got here, they were, sort of, trapped and relied on the farm for teas and food. I enjoyed doing this, and was mentioned in the glossy ‘Pilot’ magazine. I made a light lunch for 6 yoga members on Friday.
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Post by Cherry on Jan 22, 2023 11:26:23 GMT
Still new to adding photos. I used to do fairly serious hillwalking and even went with the local secondary school to assist staying in a bothy in the Galloway Hills.
Now I am interested in art (U3A Art Appreciation) and love opera, but don’t get the chance to visit this anymore. I was taken to the National Art Gallery last month for my very big birthday. I have always done yoga, but now it is chair yoga.
I was brought up on an orchard in Victoria, Australia, so I learned pruning and drove the tractor when I was 11 to earn holidays with my grandparents. This has now given way to ‘Neighbours’ type houses. Although I go back generations in Australia, my grandfather came from Bury, near Manchester, and was given the land as a reward for the First World War. Soldier Settlement Land.
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Post by seaburn on Jan 22, 2023 15:10:41 GMT
You've led an interesting life Cherry. Lunch looks really yummy. I hope they all appreciated your hard work.
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Post by balc2 on Jan 22, 2023 17:26:03 GMT
And if you want something agonising, today I have lost the whole file of stories about Glenda. 200 pages of them. Gone for good as far as I can see. That's a terrible shame! Didn't you have them backed up somewhere? Over 20 years ago I started to write a story, a continuation of the "Triffids" that I had read when I was boy at school & at the back of the book the reader was encouraged to write a continuation of the story. That bugged me for over 30 years! When we finally got our first computer - back in 1995! I was doing a course on IT & as a way of practising at home I began to write a continuation of the book! At that time memory was a big problem so I saved my work on "floppies"! (Anyone remember them?) Just as well as I brought them with me when I retuned from Spain to the UK. We bought a new computer with Win XP - which was the newest OS at the time - & copied the floppies to the new computer. I did a little work on it but then we discovered the Internet! (In Spain we didn't have Internet at that time) That more or less put an end to my writing the novel on the computer! But I did continue to write the story - the good fashioned way - pen & paper! Then I would pass what I'd written to the computer.
Eventually I backed up my story to several CDs - much later even to the cloud! And there it still floats! Awaiting the day I ever get around to doing any more!
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Post by balc2 on Jan 22, 2023 17:31:00 GMT
What a relief. My editor has sent me a copy of the file with all the original images in the correct place so it should (I hope) be easy enough to swap them for the up to date pictures. I didn't see this post until after I had posted my reply above! I'm so pleased for you now! I'm really glad you got all your work back!
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Post by geumgrower on Jan 22, 2023 17:35:24 GMT
I do have the files backed up to CD.....somewhere. But I was working on them when they disappeared. For some reason it wiped all the text and put all the new images at the front of the file and then saved it obviously over the top of the original file. So no text, just images. Must have touched something, but no idea what. I usually save files and images to disc on a very regular basis as this computer is, like me, getting old and cranky and one day we will fail.
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Post by balc2 on Jan 22, 2023 17:38:16 GMT
Cherry, you did a lot of work getting the meals prepared for those guys! Can't have been easy managing a tractor as an 11-year-old-girl at that time! Not like the modern ones that almost drive themselves. The lunch you prepared for the yoga members looks very nice!
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Post by balc2 on Jan 22, 2023 17:42:04 GMT
geumgrower, you could back up your files to the cloud, like I've done! That way you will always have access to them. If your computer does go west you would be able to access them from another PC.
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Post by grindle on Jan 23, 2023 4:04:31 GMT
That lunch looks very appetising Cherry
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Post by Cherry on Jan 23, 2023 11:45:15 GMT
Cherry, you did a lot of work getting the meals prepared for those guys! Can't have been easy managing a tractor as an 11-year-old-girl at that time! Not like the modern ones that almost drive themselves. The lunch you prepared for the yoga members looks very nice! Thankyou balc2. At that age it is just a chore, like drying the dishes for my mother. However, I must be full of DDT, as I towed the spray pump and different hoes on the tractor while my Grandpop managed the attachments. They were more difficult, but the skill was in turning the tractor and attachment around the trees at the bottom of the row. I could not risk taking off a whole branch off peaches, or whatever fruit was at the end. This is why I was preferred, even though I was young. The fruit was taken to the cool store on the railway line and shipped direct to this country. We didn’t grow pears, and I have memories of Grandpop lifting a Beurre Bosc pear from another orchadist’s box to eat.
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