The Vine, Anniversary Edition: April 29, 2010
Would love a little help figuring out what the heck I am remembering here.
It's something I saw as a kid in the mid-to-late eighties on a children's program. I'm pretty sure it was a televised short of the type often included in shows like Sesame Street. But I don't think it was Sesame Street, in fact I think it was most likely a British show. This was in Australia, I should add, and I think I might even have watched it in class rather than at home on regular TV, just to make it even more difficult to pin down.
I seem to remember it being live-action with stop-motion/claymation elements, though I'm not entirely sure on that, it could have been regular animation. Also, the story might have been narrated via voice-over rather than playing out on its own.
The short was about a girl who goes to a supermarket with her mother, and while peering into the deep freezer she discovers a little person — a girl or young woman, I think — living in amongst the boxes of frozen peas and fish fingers. I can't remember whether she actually talks to the freezer girl or not, but she worries about how cold it must be living in the freezer, and so when she goes home she makes (possibly with her mother's help) a set of tiny knitted clothes, a hat, scarf, gloves, etc. The next time they go shopping she gives them to the freezer girl who puts them on and is very happy.
I remember being completely fascinated by this story, the girl living in the freezer, and especially the teeny tiny clothes, and I've never forgotten it. I just have no idea where it came from. I've tried Googling, but have found that searching the internet with the terms "girl," "in," and "freezer" is a bad idea if you ever want to sleep again. YouTube similarly turned up nothing (that wasn't horrifying in some way).
At this point just a little validation that I didn't completely imagine this would be appreciated, as no one I've ever mentioned it to has had a clue.
Mum Probably Had To Drag Me Out Of The Freezer Section For Weeks
I am hoping some well-endowed readers can help me with this one. I am a 38I or 36J depending on the brand, and I am trying to find a sports bra that will let me run, do aerobics, do jumping jacks, etc. without extreme discomfort and mortification.
Specialty bra shops in NYC like Town Shop are great for regular bras, but have not been much help with the sport variety. I am currently wearing a Goddess sports bra that hooks in the back, in the correct size, under a Nike pullover T-back that's a size too small to keep things, shall we say, compressed. It's the best solution I've found so far but it's not great. Any ideas? Thanks!
Try Bare Necessities; they have a good number of sports bras, and if you see a type you like, you can Google from there to find it in your size if BN doesn't have it.
Readers, can you suggest a similar site or sites where it's easier to search by sport or impact level? Athleta's site lets you do that, but their bras only go up to DD.
I'm going crazy trying to remember the name of a book I recall from my childhood, and I think the readers can help. The book was about two little girls, sisters, who were Jewish. If I recall correctly, their mother was very sick and had been hospitalized or was in an institution, but I can't recall why. I think they were living with their father and maybe an aunt, and that the mom returned at the end of the book. I also think they might have lived in Brooklyn or some other part of the city, or maybe in your home state of New Jersey?
As a Catholic kid, the book made a huge impression on me because it taught me something of Jewish culture, which I didn't know anything about at the time. The family kept kosher and I'm pretty sure there were descriptions of "meat meals" and "milk meals" as well as the separate plates they used. I think I recall a description of fruit — maybe sliced bananas — eaten with sour cream and sugar. I also recall the girls skating around and singing that song that goes, "Oh you can't get to heaven / on roller skates / 'cause you'll roll right by / those pearly gates."
Please, please, I implore you to ask the readers if they can figure this one out, because it's driving me insane and Google is not helping. Instead I'm compulsively reading Jezebel's "Fine Lines" archive and reading about all the other children's/YA books I've forgotten I once loved.
Thanks so much! I love TN and you once published a letter of mine, years and years ago, about my jackass ex-boyfriend. (And I should have taken your advice then, and didn't, and boy was that ever a mistake! Take heed, readers!)
Can't help with the book, but I'd love to know what I said about your jack-ex. Feel free to throw us a link.
Readers, any thoughts on the book?
Hi Sars and Nation –
I am going nuts trying to track down a short story I heard some years ago. It was read out loud for a group to discuss, so I never saw which book it was in (anthology or whatever) and can't remember the author or title. It creeped me out but good and I'd love to read it again.
The best I can recall the story, it was told as if we are listening to a single voice speaking pleasantly almost through to the end, when we get a brief glimpse of the speaker's thoughts just as the story closes.
The setting appears to be a primary-school classroom and the teacher is talking to her new students. She leads them, little by little, into doing something awful, maybe turning their parents in to the state or something of that nature. At the very end, the teacher looks over her class of little students innocently selling out their families, and observes that the entire process had taken only ten minutes.
Still gives me chills (and makes me angry) to this day, and I'm just dying to know what it was! Does this ring bells for anyone?
Just write me off as a Google failure
Hi Sars –
This might possibly be the dumbest Ask The Readers question ever, but here goes.
Many years ago — let's say, mid-to-late '80s, I read a poem that was, essentially, an extended pun based on tree names. It began:
I pine fir yew, and also balsam
and continued in that vein for a dozen or so lines. Other snippets I recall include:
and evergreen it stays, when once cypress yew to my heart.
(A-hem)locked is that heart, only yew hold the key…
Please say…in April, May, or Juniper 'twill be.
So obviously this isn't great literature, and I suppose it's not terribly clever either, but when I was 12 I thought it was awfully charming. I remembered it a year or two ago and tried Googling it, but if it's out there in its entirety, I haven't been able to find it.
And while we're at it, wasn't there, in that same time period, some punny song about fish? In the ocean? With some line about "just for the halibut" and "Not now, I have a haddock"? (Which is how my daughter says "headache," which is what brought this to mind.) This song got regular play on the Top 40 radio station in my hometown…which admittedly was out in the middle of nowhere (West Texas) and may have had little relation to what the rest of the country was listening to.
Thanks for everyone's assistance.
I've decided to finally ask you and the readers two questions I've had for quite a while.
1) I really miss the Fire Joe Morgan blog. Really miss it. Could you recommend a good, smart baseball blog? Preferably one that does not hate the Red Sox?
2) A very long time ago, as pre-teen, I read my way through my library's collection of early-twentieth-century British mysteries (mostly Christie). I remember one particular short story about a detective who is asked to figure out which of four sons gets an inheritance, based on the clues in the father's will. The answer was (spoiler!) the only son without a mustache, referred to in the will as the King of Hearts.
Many years later, I have tried to find this short story to no avail. I've searched all the short-story collections of Christie and Sayers, and a couple others, with no luck. I've tried Googling, but Google's stupid popularity matrix made it impossible (I love Google, but I really wish they'd let me do complex Boolean searches). So perhaps you or your readers could help?
The non-partisan baseball blogs I read include Circling the Bases, the Hardball Times, Rob Neyer's Sweet Spot blog, and It's About The Money, Stupid. I think you can subscribe to all of these on Twitter; follow their headlines, see which ones you like, and unfollow the ones you don't end up reading much. I also subscribe to Bill James's site, which is a bargain at $3 a quarter, and I don't read their site that often but I like the Pitchers & Poets podcast.
I haven't found a worthy replacement for FJM on the humor side, although following Ken Tremendous on Twitter helps…but only a little.
Readers — any general baseball blogs to recommend? or Bosox-centric ones?
Congrats on the Vine-iversary! I have a Mystery Book that's been bugging me for over 20 years now, and I'm hoping that the good folk of the Nation can help me put this one to rest.
It was a hardcover book my grandmother found at the library. This would have been in the mid-to-late 1980s, but what I remember of the cover (or perhaps the condition of the book) made me think it may have been slightly older. For what it's worth, the cover had a picture of a girl, but done with a really lurid color palette (fluorescent pink, electric blue, bright mustard-y yellow. Oh, the '80s!).
It was somewhere between a chapter book and a young adult novel. I must have been 7 or 8 years old at the time, possibly as young as 6. (It was clearly NOT a book for a 6-year-old — in fact, I was so disturbed by it that I made my grandmother return it to the library — but I was reading on a crazy-advanced level, so I can understand the miscalculation.) I doubt I was any older, because I could handle more mature/adult books at age 9, and at age 10, I was happily reading Tom Clancy novels and ashamed at my younger self for being horrified by something as prosaic as this.
From what I remember of the book, it was about two girls. The first was a modern-day girl, about age 14, complicated family life, bitchy streak a mile wide, etc. The second girl was probably around the same age, but some sort of prehistoric, Cro-Magnon type. Her story started out with a fairly graphic (to me, at the time) description of her giving birth in a cave. Afterward, one of the people attending the delivery pushed down on her stomach to bring out the afterbirth, and instead pushed out a second baby. As I recall, there was something horribly wrong with Baby #2, and the tribe elder was going to leave it outside to die of exposure.
The kicker is: THAT'S NOT WHAT BOTHERED ME. What wigged me out was that the first girl, the modern-day one, said the word "fuck." Yes, "fuck." I think she even wrote it in her diary: "I say 'fuck.'" With that, I gave it back to my grandmother and told her it was too old for me and that I shouldn't be reading it. Something I promptly regretted, because I never found out what happened. Did the cavewoman meet up with her future counterpart? Was there time travel involved? Were they related somehow? It's been more than 20 years and I still want to know.
Does this ring a bell to anyone?
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