Simple Simon
Any thoughts on Hazel's empire? Or rather, reflections on the role of food in a communal living context.
posted by Alp at Sunday, May 21, 2006
21 May 2006
Any thoughts on Hazel's empire? Or rather, reflections on the role of food in a communal living context.
About this
Something unusual was happening in SW Wales when I was a child – subcultures, social experiments, naked hippies dancing around maypoles. I'm researching a PhD project into remembrances of things past - how our sense of the past informs our sense of self. This enquiry presumes that the past is not fixed, rather it is partly constructed through a shared or collective consciousness, which is why I’m inviting you now to share your memories of certain events, moments, and ideas. A childhood in Wales gave a lot of us a unique experience and a lot of the ‘hippy’ kids, I think, have a wonderfully insightful way of perceiving and interacting with the world. But we also have a very different past from many of our peers, and some ‘site specific’ hang-ups! There were some amazingly off-the-wall characters around and some pretty weird shit happened. I’d like to know which bits you remember, in words and photos. Some of this stuff might be sensitive, so if you are posting photos or texts or relevant transcripts or notes or poems or songs (you could scan them or send them to me ‘snail-mail’ – I will be very careful) onto this weblog please be aware of that, and do so with an open mind.Previous Posts
- Sex and drugs and rock and roll
- Self sufficient
- Psylocybin
- Operation Julie
- Nostalgia
- Non-competitive
- NAKED!
- Mud
- Mother earth/back to nature
- Montessori School
6 Comments:
Saskia sent me a fab photo of Giles looking deranged with a dorky pageboy haircut in front of Simple Simon when he was but a wee thing. Will try to cuss out the technology for transplanting the image here!
I remember working in HAzel's kitchen for the Steiner school. It was a big shock! I drank so much tea it put me off it for ever. The results though were brilliant - fantastic food and hundreds of customers.
Simple Simon poem
Simple Simon met a pieman going to the fair;
Said Simple Simon to the pieman "Let me taste your ware"
Said the pieman to Simple Simon "Show me first your penny"
Said Simple Simon to the pieman "Sir, I have not any!"
Simple Simon went a-fishing for to catch a whale;
All the water he had got was in his mother's pail.
Simple Simon went to look if plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much which made poor Simon whistle.
He went for water in a sieve but soon it all fell through;
And now poor Simple Simon bids you all "Adieu"
I remember helping out in Simple Simon at the Elephant Fayre as a kid; i spent the day eating nectarines, and the night puking them up!
any other overindulgent memories?!! i'll tell you what, though, she's taught her sons well if pete is anything to go by! i am shamed in comparison by my culinary endeavour.
nice poem, by the way.
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