tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post747646087805813669..comments2024-03-07T02:53:47.674-06:00Comments on Bish Denham : My First Bicycle - Part OneBish Denhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13359927719391990534noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-88945648752326485782012-10-25T19:50:28.807-05:002012-10-25T19:50:28.807-05:00I just want to say that the picture of the kapok t...I just want to say that the picture of the kapok tree is beautiful. There looks like there's a woman's face in it! Does anybody else see that?Lorennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-22528515342389861572011-08-29T10:57:35.738-05:002011-08-29T10:57:35.738-05:00I was told not to go into my parents bedroom, but ...I was told not to go into my parents bedroom, but of course it was right before Christmas and I felt the urge to mosey on in. To my delight, I saw my brand new, beautifully, sparkling bike. Dadai caught me. He told me to act like I hadn't seen it on Christmas morn. Boy, I could have won an academy award. Though he thought I went a little overboard in my acting debut. <br /><br />I love how your bike was built. Great!Robyn Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17356555082768185840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-61775107474678141392011-08-25T17:22:09.304-05:002011-08-25T17:22:09.304-05:00First, what a beautiful tree!
You brought back me...First, what a beautiful tree!<br /><br />You brought back memories of being a kid and the freedom bike riding brought. There was nothing better.Suzanne Casamentohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08306151428658707692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-50840374208085353092011-08-24T12:02:27.769-05:002011-08-24T12:02:27.769-05:00I love that your dad built that bicycle from the s...I love that your dad built that bicycle from the salvaged parts of three wrecks. So cool. Some of my greatest childhood memories involve bicycles, mostly used. Although, I'll never forget the birthday when I was gifted a shiny new ten speed that I had been eyeing for months. Very fun.Cynthia Chapman Willishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12408985785062180536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-14390986839860023172011-08-24T10:01:01.634-05:002011-08-24T10:01:01.634-05:00Ah, that terrible tree - that's where the &quo...Ah, that terrible tree - that's where the "West Indian Tiger" struck me.<br /><br />While we were still in Pedro, Dad built my first bike for me - I was seven and had already learned to ride at the Lake on Laura's bike.<br /><br />My first one was a full sized American style bike with coaster brakes made from parts from everywhere. It had a boy's style frame painted pink and blue fenders. I got teased for riding a boy's bike until Dad assured me that he wanted me to be riding the strongest and toughest of bikes, which it was. After that, I rode it proudly all over the neighborhood.<br /><br />ErvaErvanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-28676886113848095912011-08-23T11:08:54.881-05:002011-08-23T11:08:54.881-05:00All those falls from my first bicycle taught me so...All those falls from my first bicycle taught me so much. Things like: don't lose your balance, practice helps, when you do fall don't let your head land first. Really great life lessons. <br /><br />I loved the tree picture. What a magnificent piece of art.cleemckenziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15456109243453726483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-47918124371259387982011-08-23T07:42:23.696-05:002011-08-23T07:42:23.696-05:00What a brilliant story, Bish! I can just picture y...What a brilliant story, Bish! I can just picture you flying down that hill. I had an old bike, too - a cast off of my brother's. I remember being mortified, because it was a boy's bike.Talli Rolandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04780882465745107715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-46835457355781825812011-08-23T00:19:41.443-05:002011-08-23T00:19:41.443-05:00I remember lots of things about my childhood, but ...I remember lots of things about my childhood, but I'm drawing a blank on my first bike. Must not have been too disastrous or I'd remember it. I love reading about your life on the island, and what a special bike that your dad made for you. And your reactions about it not being new is just like a kid. That's just how most kids think. Oh, I almost forgot to say how awesome that tree is. You did good photographing that with your Brownie camera!LynNerdKelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04167392990015741278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-84182284466552948072011-08-22T19:35:16.920-05:002011-08-22T19:35:16.920-05:00You write down your memories so vividly. I wish I ...You write down your memories so vividly. I wish I could remember my childhood better.<br />Love the photo and the bike story. I do remember flying down a hill one day on my bike and falling into the gravel. It was the day my mom coined the term "hamburger knees" because that's what my knees looked like afterwards!Kelly Polarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10968381456100611120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-65669175915811973742011-08-22T17:19:00.370-05:002011-08-22T17:19:00.370-05:00What an amazing picture!!!! Thank you for sharing ...What an amazing picture!!!! Thank you for sharing that!!<br />:)Margo Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13474612650116392270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-67014144845496201232011-08-22T14:48:50.114-05:002011-08-22T14:48:50.114-05:00My first bike had a banana seat and was purple wit...My first bike had a banana seat and was purple with those cheerleader things coming out of the handlebars. It also had a basket. I don't remember how old I was or where I got it from though. I also don't remember riding it at all.Anne Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05816355522284492131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-64934356830961835052011-08-22T10:27:57.575-05:002011-08-22T10:27:57.575-05:00I was about 9 when I got my first bike. It had the...I was about 9 when I got my first bike. It had the pedal brakes. My dad got it at a secondhand shop. It was painted red, and one day I found a little chip on it which revealed blue paint underneath. Oh, how I wished it were still blue. I loved riding it, but the tires were always going flat.Marciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10006966091789130047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-25230040896022686262011-08-22T10:25:50.199-05:002011-08-22T10:25:50.199-05:00I totally understand wanting a brand new, shiny bi...I totally understand wanting a brand new, shiny bike. Me? I've never ridden more than two feet on a bicycle in my life. I still don't understand how it's possible to balance ones body weight on something that small.J.L. Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05666634455836834179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-30467279191505824262011-08-22T10:12:49.526-05:002011-08-22T10:12:49.526-05:00Yep, a brand-new 3-speed with a gear changer in th...Yep, a brand-new 3-speed with a gear changer in the handle. It was so cool. Reading your description brought back that delicious feeling of freedom and joy. (That's a fabulous tree, BTW!)MG Higginshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03584010470283038023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-4967874276637398702011-08-22T10:01:29.205-05:002011-08-22T10:01:29.205-05:00I do! It was with my best friend, J. And she was...I do! It was with my best friend, J. And she was a seasoned rider - I was scared witless at the time. We went down the steepest hill in our area and I screamed the entire way. ;-)<br /><br />PS: The Beehive sounds wonderful.Taleihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-14956747606416757942011-08-22T09:30:54.737-05:002011-08-22T09:30:54.737-05:00Ahhh, I don't remember my first bike or ever l...Ahhh, I don't remember my first bike or ever learning how to ride one; I just always had one and was able to ride-- although I'm certain that wasn't the case. I loved the freedom of my wheels and nothing was as satisfying as riding down our country road with the breeze in my hair :)Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12795817810030681267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-65124891468452431182011-08-22T08:36:17.480-05:002011-08-22T08:36:17.480-05:00LOL, yeah, but yaknow, I could mean my mouth ... o...LOL, yeah, but yaknow, I could mean my mouth ... or ear? Hahahahahaha ...Jessica Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10889900730906728317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-82742441149424433502011-08-22T08:35:10.773-05:002011-08-22T08:35:10.773-05:00Angel, at least my disappointment didn't last ...Angel, at least my disappointment didn't last long. My bike had handle bar brakes, my sister's had the peddle brake for the back wheel. I could spin my peddles backward while costing, she couldn't. :)<br /><br />Oh no Bob, he drove over your bike? I suppose it was bit embarrassing to be seen riding a lady's bike with a basket!<br /><br />An unidentified hole...hmmmm Jessica, leaves a lot for the imagination to imagine.Bish Denhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13359927719391990534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-20538227946898712252011-08-22T08:00:32.695-05:002011-08-22T08:00:32.695-05:00Boy do I remember! Oh my gosh, I don't think I...Boy do I remember! Oh my gosh, I don't think I should go into detail about the disaster of a fall, but lets just say it involved the bike seat and an unidentified hole ... :-/Jessica Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10889900730906728317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-22437417377509510662011-08-22T01:14:33.056-05:002011-08-22T01:14:33.056-05:00I've never had a new bike during my life. My f...I've never had a new bike during my life. My first was a battered old three-wheeler during WWII. My first real two-wheeler on which I learned to ride was a hand-me-down from a cousin. This is the bike on which I learnt to ride with spectacular results as it had a fixed wheel. The last bike I had was a ladies 'sit-up-and-beg' with a basket on the front given to me by the coalman in the village after he had driven over the best second-hand bike I ever had.<br />Waiting to see your next installment, Bish.Bob Scotneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00662958579705940009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433839509609523237.post-63965044411777794342011-08-22T01:02:47.125-05:002011-08-22T01:02:47.125-05:00I remember feeling as you did about getting a hand...I remember feeling as you did about getting a hand me down bike instead of a new one. It always seemed that my brother got the new things and I got the hand me downs back then. <br /><br />I loved riding my bike down steep hills. The falling tho...that I didn't enjoy as much, ROTFAngela Ackermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01808259088625142389noreply@blogger.com