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So let’s have what springs to your mind about the woman who gave birth to you, your Mum
She was lovely, she baked scones for tea on Sundays,she scrubbed me on a Saturday night in a tin bath for Sunday School the next day , she kissed me each night and said ‘ I love you’
She was My Mam
She was lovely, she baked scones for tea on Sundays,she scrubbed me on a Saturday night in a tin bath for Sunday School the next day , she kissed me each night and said ‘ I love you’
She was My Mam
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I've been trying to get onto facebook for ages. The Driffield & Wolds weekly posted early this afternoon that The Grand Hotel and surrounding properties had been evacuated and I'm dying to find out what happened. Ah Well.
My mum. She was 36 when she had me. Her labour stopped half-way and the midwife made her a cup of tea to start it again - dad gardened on, oblivious! Turned out the cord was around my neck.
She exposed me to books from birth, I can still remember sitting on her knee and spelling out 'The Cat sat on the mat' in a book, it was a circular mat and I think the cat was grey. I was 18 months old. She inspired me to ensure both my girls were reading well by the time they started school. My elder had a R.Age of 9yrs aged 5, about the same as I had had. Younger one was about 7.5 yrs. R.A..
Education was her watchword, I never felt pressured, but I worked. She herself was the youngest child with 4 older brothers so was kept off school to help with laundry etc. and had to leave school as a part-timer at 12. She was born in 1913 in Govan and the shipyards fed them.
She loved me, I adored her, she later threw things at me (including a carving knife - missed) when a teenage me enraged her and I was enraged in my turn. I loved her, she died in 1992 and my eyes are filling with tears now - I miss her and still talk to her sometimes. A different, difficult and wonderful woman.
My mum. She was 36 when she had me. Her labour stopped half-way and the midwife made her a cup of tea to start it again - dad gardened on, oblivious! Turned out the cord was around my neck.
She exposed me to books from birth, I can still remember sitting on her knee and spelling out 'The Cat sat on the mat' in a book, it was a circular mat and I think the cat was grey. I was 18 months old. She inspired me to ensure both my girls were reading well by the time they started school. My elder had a R.Age of 9yrs aged 5, about the same as I had had. Younger one was about 7.5 yrs. R.A..
Education was her watchword, I never felt pressured, but I worked. She herself was the youngest child with 4 older brothers so was kept off school to help with laundry etc. and had to leave school as a part-timer at 12. She was born in 1913 in Govan and the shipyards fed them.
She loved me, I adored her, she later threw things at me (including a carving knife - missed) when a teenage me enraged her and I was enraged in my turn. I loved her, she died in 1992 and my eyes are filling with tears now - I miss her and still talk to her sometimes. A different, difficult and wonderful woman.
My mum was a very motherly mum...if that makes sense..
My best memories are of her cooking and baking. She made the best long and slow cooked ragu...and I got to nibble on the pork ribs after 3 hours. Then there was the bread, Apple pie, and the Italian treats at Christmas. She grew most of our veg. She made clothes for me...her dad was a tailor...and even in my teens I loved anything she made. She was artistic and was sponge painting furniture before anyone had ever heard of it. She painted murals in the living room, and built a storage unit in the dining room.
She tucked me in at night...and made me feel safe. Oh, she was 40 when she had me, a late addition to the family.
My best memories are of her cooking and baking. She made the best long and slow cooked ragu...and I got to nibble on the pork ribs after 3 hours. Then there was the bread, Apple pie, and the Italian treats at Christmas. She grew most of our veg. She made clothes for me...her dad was a tailor...and even in my teens I loved anything she made. She was artistic and was sponge painting furniture before anyone had ever heard of it. She painted murals in the living room, and built a storage unit in the dining room.
She tucked me in at night...and made me feel safe. Oh, she was 40 when she had me, a late addition to the family.
My mum was a complex woman on 1 hand she baked and cooked everything, I never had shop bread until I was 16, on the other she would fly in to rage’s and beat us senseless, you tried not to cross the line that set her off but it kept moving.
Even as and adult with my own house she tried to be in charge and more than once lifted her hand to me.
I never spoke to her again
Even as and adult with my own house she tried to be in charge and more than once lifted her hand to me.
I never spoke to her again
my mum looked like a young Princess Elizabeth when she was 17 or so, very pretty with a natural flair for love and protection, she raised 4 of us almost single handed as the old man was a total bstrd, never had a good word from him when growing up. I loved her but we grew apart somewhat as she moved away when i was 22 or so. I do miss her smile and grace under pressure, she was a lovely woman.
My lovely Mum was only 19 when she had me. I remember, more than anything her tilted head smile, especially when I came home from school and she bestowed this lovely smile on me from the chair she was sitting on, always there waiting for me and my brother to come home from school. I remember the time when we had a puppy (our Whisky) and accidentally the wooden prop for the washing line fell onto him in the yard and he cried and screamed like a baby. I can see Mum now picking him up and rushing inside with him and nursing him just like a baby and soothing him with kind words. He was soon running round again like pups do. She used to bake a fabulous chocolate cake with melted chocolate on top, I still drool now when I think of it ! She introduced me to books and I remember her buying me Little Women which I devoured ! I am so grateful to her for that as I love books and get a great deal of pleasure from reading. I used to love going shopping with her when I was an adult myself and visiting the local garden centre, particularly at Christmas when we'd always have lunch. I remember the first Christmas we couldn't do that because she was gone and the pain was so intense, I thought I was going to die (seriously). I loved her so very much and I always see that tilted head smile in my mind's eye. The smile that was directed at me when I'd go and visit on a Sunday and she'd be standing in the kitchen waiting to make me a cuppa. My dearest, lovely Mum.
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