tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32051482751271629952024-03-21T19:18:17.403-07:00tibiflortibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-69772258999547994452015-09-29T23:19:00.001-07:002015-09-29T23:19:08.494-07:00AMINTIRI DE LA DUD 1
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Dupa terminarea
facultatii,in toamna anului 1981 am fost repartizat la Cooperativa
Agricola de Productie(CAP) din DUD,comuna TARNOVA,judetul ARAD.In
data de 15 octombrie ne-am prezentat toti absolventii care aveau
repartitie in judetul ARAD,la Directia Agricola ARAD si dupa o
sedinta festiva am fost dusi cu masini ,in localitatile repartizate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">La
cateva ore de mers cu masina ,eu si inca trei colegi ,am ajuns la
DUD,unde m-au lasat pe mine si ceilalti colegi au continuat drumul
pana la TAUT.Eu la CAP DUD,am fost primit de tov.IOSIF TOMUTA
presedinte,ROVIN CARJA contabil sef, PASACU SABAU seful de sectie SMA
(Statiunea se Masini Agricole).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">In
cei 19 ani de colectivizare eu urmam sa fiu al 20 lea de inginer
agronom la CAP DUD...si unde pana la urma am stat 21 de ani.Am mai
avut colegi cu care am lucrat la CAP ,pe CORNEL GLIGOR-inginer
zootehnist si pe PETRU HUZUR- inginer horticol.</span></div>
tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-21503205730585016212014-04-19T13:26:00.000-07:002014-04-19T13:26:36.053-07:00BOLDOG HUSVETOT !!! PASTE FERICIT !!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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-Pai,sa stiti doamna profesoara,tata era plecat de acasa la sfarsit de saptamana,si n-a putut sa ma ajute.<br />
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In gara la Ploiesti Vest,pe o banca ,statea un student si astepta acceleratul spre Oradea.La un moment dat se aseaza langa el ,un militian.Studentul citea un ziar local,cu mare interes.Intre timp militianul,scoate din geanta un hot dog si incepe sa manance,dupa ce termina de mancat,la un moment dat un caine defileaza in fata lor.Militianul,arunca resturile de mancare cainelui si spune:<br />
-Ia caine,mananca si tu ,ca stiu ca esti flamand ca un caine.Intre timp,studentul termina de citit ziarul si-l arunca cainelui si spune:<br />
-Ia caine,mai citeste si tu ca stiu ca esti prost ca un militian.<br />
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Cate calitati trebuie sa aiba un candidat la Scoala de Militie ?<br />
-RASPUNS: Trei<br />
1. SA FIE INALT<br />
2.SA FIE FRUMOS<br />
3.SA FIE PROSTtibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-52452904186501621912010-03-19T05:24:00.000-07:002010-03-19T05:24:34.561-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxowXIUuV6HrnUzQhcjHAjGwptY795SzK9Yq3n1ApcMvv5-3dn1jaEVqKVWQf1vTTCooSvsgaJeW55sUSS9DkTb5TMXAiyAOscJXmXrNvzQ-KMH5ScocIa24Z04FenxQ2M7nF-VaYtVcrG/s1600-h/LARRY+HAZA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxowXIUuV6HrnUzQhcjHAjGwptY795SzK9Yq3n1ApcMvv5-3dn1jaEVqKVWQf1vTTCooSvsgaJeW55sUSS9DkTb5TMXAiyAOscJXmXrNvzQ-KMH5ScocIa24Z04FenxQ2M7nF-VaYtVcrG/s320/LARRY+HAZA.jpg" /></a></div>tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-65771188487572625052010-03-18T23:06:00.000-07:002010-03-18T23:06:11.984-07:00MEMORY...13 Ferma era amplasata langa Er si printr-un baraj paraul a fost oprit,si in felul acesta,s-a format un lac de acumulare,destul de mare si destul de adanc,spre placerea noastra a pruncilor din sat.In fiecare zi,cand aveam pauza de pranz,faceam baie in lac,imi placea foarte mult sa ma balacesc in apa si sa inot.<br />
Imi aduc aminte,de felul cum am invatat sa inot;eram de o schioapa,inca nici la scoala nu umblam.Satul nostru era impanzit de o retea de ape,care impreuna se varsau in Er.Dupa o ploaie mai serioasa,nu se mai cunostea nimic,nici drumul si nici podul peste parau;totul era o intindere albastra,pline cu niste animale foarte delicate,lunguiete si negre si care ,cand se lipeau de copii,incepeau sa suga sangele.Acestea erau lipitorii,spaima pruncilor mai fricosi.<br />
Mie niciodata n-umi ara frica,de lipitori,de fapt sa spune proverbul "cui ii e frica de apa ,sa nu mamance peste".Pe mine m-a invatat bunica,ca lipitorii sug doar sangele cel rau din om,pe undeva avea dreptate,am citit si eu prin carti,ca in trecutul indepartat,lipitorii erau folositi,pentru vindecarea bolnavilor cu hipertensiune arteriala.<br />
Tata ,impreuna cu alti sateni,era la coasa,si se obisnuia ca la pranz,fiecare nevasta sa trimita mancare calda la cosasi;se taia cate-un pui sau alta zburatoare si se gatea mancare buna.Eu aveam o pofta nemaipomenita,cand mancam impreuna cu tati la camp,acum cand mananc la cele mai luxoase restaurante,nu simt o placere asemanatoare ,pentru mancare.Intr-o zi mama imi spunea:<br />
-Tibi,astazi ai sa duci singur mancarea pentru tata,eu am alta treaba<br />
Era ,a doua zi dupa o ploaie torentiala si tot drumul pana la cosasi,era acoperit numai de apa.Cum eram micut,apa imi ajungea aproape pana la gura.Trebuia sa stau cu capul ridicat,iar sufertasul in care era mancarea,il tineam ridicat cu amandoua mainile deasupra capului.tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-57509740476533858112010-03-17T07:47:00.000-07:002010-03-17T07:47:05.894-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8Bh8Mj77wcca7Wg2QEamqNIQhIS1fL1zy3-1kPlu0YicGP2J3Jlcad0M7WMuthsRshRodcNfYqdCLYqXGwzHwlD7nLVCHIbMSHvr6helPq7cPuzpjzVa9S8NN-Nv5CbeGVBHM8d-RuYz/s1600-h/BILL+GATZ+HAZA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8Bh8Mj77wcca7Wg2QEamqNIQhIS1fL1zy3-1kPlu0YicGP2J3Jlcad0M7WMuthsRshRodcNfYqdCLYqXGwzHwlD7nLVCHIbMSHvr6helPq7cPuzpjzVa9S8NN-Nv5CbeGVBHM8d-RuYz/s320/BILL+GATZ+HAZA.jpg" /></a></div>tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-89011406339628729362010-03-17T01:50:00.000-07:002010-03-17T01:50:55.090-07:00MEMORY...12 De la Iuliu am invatat foarte mult,era un baiat inteligent si corect.In fiecare dimineata,in drum spre scoala,intram pe la el,si mergeam impreuna.Intr-o zi frumoasa de primavara,cand pe cerul azuriu neinvadat de nori,Soarele abia rasarit,inca nu-si manifesta puterea dogoritoare,am intrat pe la Iuliu.El mesterea sus pe acoperis,un adapost pentru golumbi,nu stiu daca medita la ceva,sau pur si simplu l-am surprins,cand l-am salutat;dar cert este faptul,cand s-a uitat la mine de sus,si-a scapat securea din mana,si care cunoscand din plin ,legile gravitatiei,a atrrizat tocmai pe fruntea mea.<br />
Dupa aceasta aventura,m-am ales cu o mica fractura,eram plin de sange si de urgenta ne-am dus la dispensarul din sat,unde m-au bandajat imediat,si pe urma ne-am dus la scoala.Anul scolar a trecut repede,si mi-a adus rezultate,chiar neasteptate,eu am terminat pe locul trei ,iar Iuliu pe locul antai.,el era mai bun la matematica,eu eram mai bun la literatura.In vara aceea ,am lucrat impreuna cu parintii,la munca campului.<br />
Tati avea in primire o brigada legumicola,si cultivam rosii pentru export,varza,ardei,pepeni verzi si alte legume.Munca mea era tare usoara,lipeam etichete de tipul "fructexport" cu aracet,pe laditele pline cu rosii,,care erau inca in coacerea in parga,iar coacerea definitiva asi atingeau in vagoane spre Germania.De atunci ,am prins o pasiune puternica pentru legumicultura,ami imi aduc aminte ca produceam seminte de rosii,acesta era un lucru tare migalos,din inflorescenta plantei ,trebuia eliminat,organele sexuale barbatesti,si acest lot reprezenta plantele mama.Dintr-un alt lot,care se afla la o oarecare departare,reprezentand plantele tata,se scutura polenul in niste pungi de hartie;cu ajutorul unei pipete,polrnul se introducea in fiecare inflorescenta,din lotul plantelor mama;si in felul acesta se elimina inconvenientele autofecundarii.tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-29029666525198885152010-03-16T09:19:00.000-07:002010-03-16T09:19:59.717-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0F9jB79TeP1QQaSVst5i6sTIh4OGYjWzVtix5uSYk0jMo_9pdSrMiLp7K3qFBilbZO7hSO7YIOGPMPxJJjb8UW2gDwgECfziXEUBzfnEyDi4Mau1Ygsaw9JuMwgCgK9zdel2NGOPOLmtl/s1600-h/HPIM3152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0F9jB79TeP1QQaSVst5i6sTIh4OGYjWzVtix5uSYk0jMo_9pdSrMiLp7K3qFBilbZO7hSO7YIOGPMPxJJjb8UW2gDwgECfziXEUBzfnEyDi4Mau1Ygsaw9JuMwgCgK9zdel2NGOPOLmtl/s320/HPIM3152.JPG" /></a></div>tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-17410978778789742762010-03-16T01:28:00.000-07:002010-03-16T01:28:15.871-07:00MEMORY...11 Pe atunci eram foarte neastamparati cu totii,atat baietii cat si fetele,eram nervosi,ne aprindeam repede,zburdalnici,parca clocotea ceva in noi.Abia mai tarziu am inteles,ca era sfarsitul copilariei si preludiul pubertatii.In fiecare pauza ,ne jucam cu fetele,pana odata Iuliu si cu mine,alergand dupa Marika,acesta a cazut si s-au rupt ciorapii,si a inceput sa planga,pana a venit diriginta,care ne-a pedepsit pe amandoi.<br />
Diriginta,pe vremea aceea ,a inceput sa ne dea primele informatii,despre viata sexuala,era o munca educativa foartecomplicata,pe de o parte ne gasea pe un teren viran,inconjurat de pudoare,si pe cealalta parte,de lipsa noastra totala de informatii,despre viata sexuala.Dragostea ne-a fost expusa prin niste explicatii metafizice,aveam deja cateva notiuni de fizica,si stiam ca electronii pozitivi cu electronii negativi se atrag,iar electronii pazitivi cu electronii pozitivi se resping si electronii negativi cu electronii negativi ,de asemenea se resping;deci si in dragoste sunt necesare doua fiinte opuse:un baiat si o fata.<br />
Diriginta ne explica,ca poate fi o dragoste materialista,care se poate realiza in viata si o dragoste idealista,care nu se poate realiza niciodata.De exemplu o dragoste materialista ,este atunci,cand pe o cale ferata,circula doua trenuri din sensuri opuse,si acestea la un moment dat se intalnesc si se ciocnesc;iar dragostea idealista,este atunci cand exista doua cai ferate paralele si pe fiecare dintre ele circula doua trenuri din sensuri opuse ,la un moment dat se intalnesc,dar trec mai departe si nu se ciocnesc niciodata.tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-3701972962385254202010-03-15T06:03:00.000-07:002010-03-15T06:03:26.938-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FHVCHE3lLBMiHuDUSP6gW1T0i6odJNkErvjUCNzysAwVWWmXlOjVLAPc5GQ4yMnICBpHUv1pnosNwAhYQ6gRacEH5TLcTPklOd344gzG-GOdjRcUIkiHWp317gY81kbWSluYfAQEKCAP/s1600-h/PALMAFAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FHVCHE3lLBMiHuDUSP6gW1T0i6odJNkErvjUCNzysAwVWWmXlOjVLAPc5GQ4yMnICBpHUv1pnosNwAhYQ6gRacEH5TLcTPklOd344gzG-GOdjRcUIkiHWp317gY81kbWSluYfAQEKCAP/s320/PALMAFAK.jpg" /></a></div>tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-31821113306563528802010-03-15T01:51:00.000-07:002010-03-15T01:51:33.109-07:00MEMORY...10 Si incetul cu incetul,au aparut si primele semne de toamna,au inceput sa se rugineasca frunzele viilor,s-au copt strugurii si piersicii,si au inceput sa cada primele frunze ale cpoacilor.Intr-o dimineata ,senina si curata,cand pe bolta azuriu al cerului,Soarele asi anunta rasaritul unei ere noi,din viata mea;toti pruncii,imbracati frumos in uniforme noi,am inceput prima zi de scoala la sectia romana.<br />
Prima zi a fost ziua acomodarii,a integrarii ,ne-am cunoscut cu noua diriginta,care era profesoara de matematica,ne-am cunoscut si ne-am imprietenit cu viitorii colegi,si colege,dintre care:Marika,Iuliu,Cornel...imi raman mereu in memorie,.Iuliu,era un baiat,mai inalt decat mine,si era cel mai bun din clasa la matematica.Eu stateam cam prost la aceasta disciplina,imi lipsea baza din clasa a cincea,pe care am fuserit-o.Tare prost nu eram,si cu bunavointa lui Iuliu,si a dirigintei,in cateva saptamani m-am pus la punct,si am continuat mai departe,cu sanse egale cu ceilalti colegi.<br />
Pe vremea aceea,am citit enorm de mult,aveam in sat o biblioteca,cu numeroase volume si o bibliotecara,care era foarte frumoasa.Era o fata ,tanara si blonda,care abia terminase liceul;chiar astazi,cand lunec pe apele linistite ale aducerilor aminte,nu-mi dau seama,ce ma atragea asa de mult la biblioteca;fata aceea cu parul auriu si ochii azurii,sau cartile.<br />
Am citit romane,poezii,nuvele,teatru;mi-au placut foarte mult clasicii literaturii universale:Stendhal,Ernest Hemingway,Emile Zola,Gogol,Puskin;dar si acum zambesc,ca pe vremea aceea citeam "Materialismul istoric" "Materialismul dialectic", "Capitalul" lui Marx.,din care nu intelegeam o iota ,abia mult mai tarziu in anii de liceu,cand am reluat lectura acestor carti,am putut intelege ceva.tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-76314123641271895182010-03-14T07:38:00.000-07:002010-03-14T07:38:02.824-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhwqGfXzQFa3RNoVin6xTjyDJ1lJrfYMPs3f_AJh0hGH_W2kLsTSWLreVjq8Nuf6npKKmTiLX-LsWakWbjEUlYo12WLdybcIg7f55O-CvzV6JBrpGCiBE00GqF2MqbfcN_6Gdapl_wYaU/s1600-h/KISCICAK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhwqGfXzQFa3RNoVin6xTjyDJ1lJrfYMPs3f_AJh0hGH_W2kLsTSWLreVjq8Nuf6npKKmTiLX-LsWakWbjEUlYo12WLdybcIg7f55O-CvzV6JBrpGCiBE00GqF2MqbfcN_6Gdapl_wYaU/s320/KISCICAK.jpg" /></a></div>tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-767032258994939232010-03-14T00:33:00.000-08:002010-03-14T00:33:36.891-08:00MEMORY...9 Acum cand sunt la moda,tricouri albe cu dungi albastre,din care am cumparat si eu o duzina,cand le imbrac parca ma cuprind fiorii,si tot mereu imi aduc aminte,de trasnelile din copilarie.N-au trecut doar cateva zile,si noi pruncii am si uitat de bataie si am inceput,sa ne distram din nou.<br />
Am mers la vecini:<br />
-Hai Kalman,sa ne jucam de-a indienii<br />
-Bine Tiby,imediat mi-a raspuns el.Tu vei fi Winetou,iar eu Old Shatterland.<br />
Am adunat toti copii de pe ulita noastra,si am inceput sa ne jucam ca in filmele western;unii ne-am deghizat in indieni,iar altii in talhari si hoti,iar o alta parte reprezenta armata americana.Ca si fortificatie,am ales casa noastra;ce a urmat a fost jalnic ,a ramas numai praf si pulbere din fortificatie.Dar mai aveam inchise .intr-un grajd,si doua bivolite,acestea inchise de atata amar de vreme,erau setoase dupa libertate si dragoste.<br />
Indienii invingatori,pe langa scalpurile luate,au vrut sa captureze si bivolitele,le-au dezlegat,dar acestea turbate de atatea pene colorate si setoase dupa biboli,ei ce sa faci,chemarea naturii;au luat-o la fuga ,si nu s-au mai oprit decat in judetul urmator.Mare a fost distractia si cheltuiala lui Tati ,sa le aduca bibolitele inapoi,dar nici noi n-am ramas fara rasplata mult ravnita.<br />
In zilele urmatoare,tata a facut ancheta,si cand si-a dat seama,ca doar nu numai noi suntem vinovati,odraslele lui,ci si chiar si pruncii vecinului;imediat si-a cerut audienta la vecinul:<br />
-Mai vecine ?! Ai vazut ce au facut pruncii tai ?!....si le-a explicat vecinului,toata aventura si stricaciunile facute.Acesta a raspuns mai mult in batjocura,catre tata:<br />
-N-am vazut nimic,nu cred nimic.<br />
Atunci Tati ca raspuns,a scos din gura o injuratura nemteasca,pe care a invatat in timpul razboiului;si i-a raspuns vecinului,ca ii pare rau,pentru ca ne-a batut atunci,dupa evenimentul,cu improscarea casii cu noroi..Poate acest eveniment,a fost cel mai frumos din viata mea,caci de atunci Tati nu a mai pus mana pe noi,si n-a mai scos niciodata cureaua,sa ne bata.tibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205148275127162995.post-51660625213222582012010-03-13T23:23:00.000-08:002010-03-13T23:23:12.274-08:00MEMORY...8 Pe vremea aceea,placerea noastra a pruncilor,era sa mergem desculti si sa ne jucam in baltacele de apa,ce rezulta in urma ploilor,pana ne faceam negri pe fata,si pe haine si aveau mamele sa ne felicite,si sa ne spele hainutele.Au venit si fratii lui Kalman,si fratii mei,si am luat parte cu totii la o initiativa destul de indrazneata la inceput,care pana la urma s-a so;dat cu urmari grave,pentru pielea noastra catifelata.<br />
Totul se intampla in ajunul sarbatorii Sfintelor Pasti,toti oamenii din sat,se pregateau din timp,pentru aceasta sarbatoare:au zugravit casele,au vopsit vranitele,copacii au fost varuiti,au facut curatenie in case,etc.Casa vecinului a fost varuita intr-un alb imaculat,totul arata ca o floare alba de cires.Noi pruncii am ales pentru razboiul nostru,ca si camp de batalie,peretii albi ai casei vecinului,sa mai zica cineva ca pruncii ,n-au initiativa si fantezie.Razboiul odata declansat,am luptat cu o darzenie,nemaipomenita,pana nu a mai ramas,nici-un metru patrat necolorat,cu niroi,din peretii casii;din frumoasa culoare alba,peretii au devenit,intr-un negru stralucitor,ca o,lalea neagra.<br />
Odata cu inserarea,s-a prezentat si vecinul tare furios,noi nu puteam inchipui,ce le o fi apucat,doar asa de frumos ne-a iesit combinatia noastra de culori;alb-negru,care se mai numeste "pepita".<br />
Vecinul imediat,si-a cerut audienta la tata:<br />
-Mai Joska ! uite ce au facut pruncii tai.Ce ma fac acuma,doar peste doua zile va fi Pastele.Tati l-a ascultat,cu viu interes,si l-a aprobat.Dupa ce s-a retras vecinul,am urmat noi la rand,numai ca audierea noastra,nu s-a mai desfasurat,intr-o atmosfera de cordialitate,ci intr-o atmosfera mai mult trista,si amara;tati si-a scos cureaua din pantaloni,si au urmat frumoasele dungi colorate in albastru inchis,pe pielea noastra albatibiflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08861663299095711162noreply@blogger.com0