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Post by althea on Jul 23, 2016 11:51:19 GMT
It has been on my mind for a while,that I would like to write about my childhood.
Like most people I had happy and difficult times in my childhood.
I hope some of my blog will be interesting to others
and that maybe my memories will remind you of your childhood experiences.If you feel disposed to,add your memories to mine.
I suppose I should start at the very beginning.
I was born in the front parlour of my nan's house on a hot August Thursday,a few months after the end of World War 2.
The midwife who delivered me was Annie Williams,my nan's cousin.
The parlour was never used again in my lifetime.
Parlours were kept for special occasions in those days.
Only there was never an occasion special enough for nan to let us use the parlour.
Family life took place in the large over furnished kitchen which still had a huge black leaded grate.
Water was boiled on the fire in a huge copper kettle and most of the cooking was done in the oven by the fire.
We had a scullery with a new gas cooker,but nan liked the old oven in the grate and hardly ever used the new fangled cooker in the scullery.
Nan and granddad were my father's parents,and my mother was staying with them while my father was at sea.
I was completely bald until I was about nine months old,which prompted the family to give me the nickname,Curly.
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Post by ARENA on Jul 23, 2016 16:23:22 GMT
I was born in a flat right in the middle of Aberdeen
Shortly after my parents bought a house.
When I was a little over two, Adolph and Co. demolished our house in an air-raid. Dad was in the war . Mum, carrying me from the (unlit) rubble, fell down a bomb hole and severely damaged her spine.
She moved us to the other end of Aberdeen, where I grew up.
We too had a parlour, only used on a Sunday.
I went to school, just round the corner, where they discovered I was a geek but it didn't stop me being a sporty little comedian.
All Mum's family were farmers, so I spent my holidays on one or other farm.....bliss.
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Post by althea on Jul 24, 2016 10:26:43 GMT
Your mum's experience in the rubble,reminds me of something that happened to my aunt and cousin.
MY aunt had been desperate to have a child for twelve years when my cousin came along.
She was born during the war.One night, when rushing to the Anderson shelter,my aunt was carrying my cousin wrapped in a satin eiderdown.
On the way to the shelter,my cousin slid out of the eiderdown unnoticed.
When my aunt unrolled the eiderdown ,to get her baby,there was uproar.My aunt,a very sweet lady,shouted a mouthful of language she had never used before,or since.Then,bravely my aunt ran out into the mayhem and found her precious child.
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Post by aubrey on Jul 24, 2016 16:26:29 GMT
^^^ Me and my brother once did something similar with a huge joint, which we were transporting to a friend's house (for our regular Thursday night sitting about getting stoned and listening to music sessions) in a loose-leaved file (to keep it straight). Only when we got there the thing was gone. We walked back the way we had come and found it by the verge just over the road from the new Police station. It was unharmed.  |
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Post by lana on Jul 25, 2016 9:33:18 GMT
Your mum's experience in the rubble,reminds me of something that happened to my aunt and cousin. MY aunt had been desperate to have a child for twelve years when my cousin came along. She was born during the war.One night, when rushing to the Anderson shelter,my aunt was carrying my cousin wrapped in a satin eiderdown. On the way to the shelter,my cousin slid out of the eiderdown unnoticed. When my aunt unrolled the eiderdown ,to get her baby,there was uproar.My aunt,a very sweet lady,shouted a mouthful of language she had never used before,or since.Then,bravely my aunt ran out into the mayhem and found her precious child.  Poor baby! |
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