You are the author of your life, what will YOU make it about?

During my life I have done a mixture of all of those, some I am glad I did or did not, some I wish I hadn’t and some I didn’t even try.

But “That’s life ”  as the song made famous by Frank Sinatra goes.

And what a life.. would I change anything??? Well, somethings but all of that is with hindsight which is a wonderful thing!  Haha.


When I think back my dad was a strict disciplinarian but was that a bad thing? No… really my mum countered that by just being our mum. She made all of our clothes taught us to knit, sew and cook and she loved us…

I remember walking for miles over fields to see my nan my grandad was a farmer I loved it there and spent weekends, school holidays and this was at 9/10 years old, we had no phones so at some point my mum would get a call from a phone box to say I was ok but didn’t know when I was coming home. But it was safe to do that then, I could walk for miles and see no one or maybe just one person who invariably knew who I was, knew where I was going and or gave me a drink of water.

How I loved it there, I got to wander around the farm ( with the strictest instructions ) from my granddad of where I could wander and where I could not. I learnt to milk a cow and had great fun in the haylofts and at harvest time. My Nan showed me how to cook on an Aga. So between my nan and my mum, I think that’s where I got my love of cooking.

My other nan lived but  5 mins away and had a lovely piano….so most days after school I would wander up the road to see her and get to play the piano…I loved that piano and one day maybe I’ll get to tinkle those ivories again. But I have special memories of both my Nan’s.

I was a choir girl.. yes folks and I won’t treat you to a rendering on the karaoke. Church every Sunday and at Easter, we got our new Sunday best… We also always had shiny shoes…

Carol, Tina and Fay

I hated frills, bows and dolls!

Dolls I hated them and fringes…. every time we had our hair washed owwww did it hurt when mum got the tangles out..well.. she obviously had enough so took us all for a haircut with a fringe….not for long…madam here.. me…hands up…got a pair of scissors and cut it off. That solved that  It also got me an early to bed with no tea…well, mum snuck up a sandwich a bit later……

My sisters would walk neighbours babies up and down, up and down the street…awwww my worst nightmare,  my favourite was climbing the big oak tree on the village green, except when I climbed it in the NEW pink spotted dress my mum had made me and ripped it… she didn’t get cross often, but I think she made an exception then..oops.

I remember the day I got a bloody nose.. well I did aggravate this boy ..but no need for that.. did my dad jump to his daughter’s defence…..don’t be silly…he asked what I did to deserve it…

AND not a calculator, phone or computer in sight……in fact, I didn’t know anyone who had one!

Camping..I loved camping in the garden…a blanket over the clothesline…which had been lowered made a great tent and we giggled all night long….

Reading under the bed-clothes with a torch…Dennis Wheatley being one of my favourites.

Young Carol.jpg

I remember when the circus came to town how we all loved the clowns on stilts and all our dad’s making us  ” stilts ” …..did we have fun and spills on them that summer holiday… the snow when it came then dad made us sledges made from doors and trays…I remember our hands and legs were red raw and freezing then the pain when we thawed out in front of the roaring fire but the crumpets toasted on the fire and chestnuts in the embers. Made up for that… Love crumpets get the recipe here.

That peeps is a deprived childhood with no computers and games well except for snakes and ladders, ludo, hangman and noughts and crosses.  Oh and Jacks and I bet I could still beat you at that! Hopscotch! the downside was we had to clean the chalk marks off the pavement…

hop scotch

Well, that’s my childhood but I look back and don’t think it was a bad one I think I learned a lot…..How to love, laugh, cook,, earn respect it was not a given.

The computers came later, very much later so a whizz kid on them I am not but also I am not that bad so all in all.

Childhood over and as I started off in life having been bought up being told ” girls just get married and have children”

I did!

After going to college and training as a hairdresser……I never practised as a hairdresser ..just did my mums and friends hairs…I have always been fussy about my hair though I suppose it left me with that legacy. I have even been known to put anything even a carrier bag over my hair if a drop of rain threatened..just so long as not a hair got wet..the only time it got wet was when I visited the hairdressers and they always said I was their only customer who came to the salon to get my hair done who never looked as if it needed doing. I was fanatical even down to the fact that when on holiday…… The first place I ever checked out was the location of the hair salon!

I must have been a nightmare!

Now it’s short and I only go to get it cut and if it gets wet it gets wet…so I have chilled out somewhat in my later years.

Now I look back and think we did rather well… as our children have wonderfully bought up children of their own who are polite, work hard at school and the ones who do work have very good careers….so all in all…..not a bad life……….and when I look forward I am excited about what is to come……Because I have found new hobbies and interests that I can devote more time to…so all in all, life is like a carousel and if we can dream we can do it………hence the title of my blog…….


In fact, I am wishing I was a tad younger and have more time for what I need to do…..but that’s life…..take it by the horns and live it……xxx

About Carol Taylor:

Enjoying life in The Land Of Smiles I am having so much fun researching, finding new, authentic recipes both Thai and International to share with you. New recipes gleaned from those who I have met on my travels or are just passing through and stopped for a while. I hope you enjoy them.

I love shopping at the local markets, finding fresh, natural ingredients, new strange fruits and vegetable ones I have never seen or cooked with. I am generally the only European person and attract much attention and I love to try what I am offered and when I smile and say Aroy or Saab as it is here in the north I am met with much smiling.

Some of my recipes may not be in line with traditional ingredients and methods of cooking but are recipes I know and have become to love and maybe if you dare to try you will too. You will always get more than just a recipe from me as I love to research and find out what other properties the ingredients I use contain to improve our health and wellbeing.

The environment is also something I am passionate about and there will be more on this on my blog this year

Exciting for me hence the title of my blog, Retired No One Told Me! I am having a wonderful ride and don’t want to get off, so if you wish to follow me on my adventures, then welcome! I hope you enjoy the ride also and if it encourages you to take a step into the unknown or untried, you know you want to…….Then, I will be happy!

Carol is a contributor to the Phuket Island Writers Anthology:

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Thank you once again for reading this post I hope you all have a great week xx


26 thoughts on “You are the author of your life, what will YOU make it about?

  1. CarolCooks2 Post author

    I not sure I was exactly allowed I think my mother was just resigned to the fact I was a Tomboy and was going to climb trees whatever she said…I was a little rebel even then and I hated dresses but every Sunday we had to get dressed for church…I liked visitors because we got cake …hahha

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  2. tidalscribe

    I hated having visitors on a sunday, not that I disliked them personally, but I would have to wear a dress ( actually THE dress, I only had one apart from school dresses ) and wasn’t allowed to climb trees.

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  4. Anne Copeland

    Oh Carol, I might have known this was you! I LOVE your writing, and there is much in it that I totally relate to. No wonder I like you so much! You are such a genuine person and I am so happy that I know you. Be well and know you are a VERY special friend forever. Anne

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  5. butterflythomas

    I tend to compare what I did and what I had when I grew up in a 90s to what my kids have and do now all in all when my kids grow up I hope that they look back on her childhood with wisdom and the Stalgia and fondness of the memories made

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  6. thebookwormdrinketh

    This was such an amazing post!! I remember camping like that, too!
    I still think you need to sing us all a song though… Lol!
    I always cut my own hair. I have for about…. 15 years now? I just can’t justify the prices they ask to cut hair now, so one day I grabbed a pair of scizzors and said “how hard could it be??” 😂😂

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    1. CarolCooks2 Post author

      Thank you so was fun camping like mod cons but fun 🙂 xx…I was about 9 when I cut my fringe off I have never liked being told or made to do anything ever …Well done on the hair I know lots of people who cut their own 🙂 x

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    1. CarolCooks2 Post author

      I have always been feisty and my mum was so gentle and quiet she probaly wondered what happened…haha..We used to do that under the dining table and with my mums clothes horse 🙂 xxx We din’t need telly and computers did we ? xxx

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  7. Mary Smith

    A lovely trip down memory lane, Carol, and I see we have a lot of shared memories. I loved spending time on my grandfather’s farm. Unfortunately he lived quite a long way from us but Dad was an artifical inseminator and I spent school holidays going round the farms with him. He asked the local joiner to make stilts for me – not as tall as the circus clown’s or I’d probably have broken a leg, if not my neck learning to walk on them.

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  9. Hugh's Views and News

    What a lovely trip down memory lane, Carol. The days before computers, social media, the internet, and when there were only three TV channels to choose from. They do say that childhood is the best days of our lives, even if there were times during it that we did not like much. Back then, everybody seemed to care about their fellow human beings, there was a society, and nobody thought about locking the doors when going out.
    I can remember visiting a local farm to feed the hens, to collect some straw I used as bedding for my pet rabbits, and how the days seemed much slower. If I get the time machine working again, I’ll take you on a trip back to those days.

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    1. CarolCooks2 Post author

      That would be so cool wouldn’t it Hugh.?..I think that is why I love it here as childen don’t have lots and lots of toys and things and they play outside…It is so nice to see …Yes, the world is losing its kindness which is a shame 🙂 Thank you for popping in 🙂 Have a lovely week 🙂

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  10. Darlene

    It’s good to look back with fondness. not everyone is so lucky. It was not the good old days for everyone. I was lucky. We lived on a farm. I didn’t like it as I need to be around people so I spent as much time as possible at my grandmother’s place in the city. I had the most amazing dad, a cowboy with a huge heart and much wisdom. He taught us so much, like the value of hard work and friends. My mom was sweet and taught me how to cook and bake and sew at an early age which I really appreciate. My dad said I could be and do anything I had a mind too. Which I have done. I have no regrets. I have made mistakes of course but have learned from them.

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