Tippy’s litope

.

Things stick in the mind

indelible memories

prompted frequently

.

by Scooj

There is a story to this.

My brother, Tippy, lent me a 12 inch wooden ruler when I was about 13 years old and which I appropriated. Written on it was ‘Tippy’s litope’. I never knew what it meant, and I have asked him since and he doesn’t recall it. Anyhow, I associate the phrase with any and every ruler I use and half expect to see the words written on them. Funny how some things like that stick.

Published by

scooj

I am Stephen. I live in Bristol, UK. I decided to shorten my profile...to this: Wildlife, haiku, travel, streetart, psychogeography and my family. Not necessarily in that order.

10 thoughts on “Tippy’s litope”

  1. It’s funny, the stuff that happens in families and the things parents and siblings tell you. But first, I’m curious, was Tippy a nickname? I’ve never heard it before.
    My oldest brother told me a story when I was about 5 years old: On Lawrence Hill, there used to be an ice-cream parlour called Verrechias. It was started by an immigrant by the name of Eugenio who came from Italy. Each day, serving behind the counter of the parlour was a rather plump lady who was also very short. One day after visiting the shop I asked by brother how could the lady behind the counter see who she was serving. He told me that because she was so short she had to stand in a wheel barrow in order to look over the top of the counter. He went on to tell me that because she was so plump, they used the wheel barrow to bring her backwards and forwards from their home in Barton Hill. Because of this the road they took was named Barrow road.
    It sure is strange the stuff that sticks in the darkest corners of your memory.

    Liked by 2 people

      1. I’m not surprised. The owner was Claude Zbinden, a Swiss. He was a bit of a Playboy. One Night he drove me home to my rooms in Westbury on Trym. He drove a Facel Vega and reached 140 mph between the Blackboy and White Tree.

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s