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…
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.
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…
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.