Materially, almost nothing. They had very little, and were quite happy with it.
I couldn’t live up to their honesty and integrity, although in later life I’ve tried.
Mum gave us a small rose bush, which she claimed had come from her mother’s house in Kilburn in the 1880s. One of her stories, we thought, until years later looking at that house on Google Maps, we were delighted to see the tiny front garden a riot of roses - pink, just like the one which still blooms in our patch.
tolerance
and a fantabulous memory ( rather blunted by chemo)
tolerance again
oh when I see authority wanting to kick it - not that helpful I admit
andie - how not to be a parent - yeah I had a retired work colleague - who taught me: think what X or Jarn wd do - well you can be sure that is ABSOLUTELY the worst of all choices.
I was pretty shocked when it was still working after 20 y
oo-er didn't anyone get bad stuff from their parents? My mother was the ultimate bourgeois snob and some of that has rubbed off on me. My father left when I was 10 so gave me a broken home upbringing - although he did leave me a nice wad in his will. Would have been a lot more if I didn't have to share it equally with the 3 stepchildren he took on with the woman he left my mother for.
a mother who was caring, kind, and gave us children lots of love
dad was a waster who was abusive, horrible and unkind
i like to think that i have taken on my mothers attributes
security, love, guidance, protection & support. My dad the pianist/guitarist & electronic fiend, obsessed on Jack de manio (?) every morning with speakers throughout our home incl toilets, followed by his jazz band tapes & rehearsals. Mum pianist, band vocalist, teacher & dressmaker Army life was music & CSE concerts.
That 'passed away' comment reminded me of something else my long-dead parents gave me: to avoid euphemisms. As me mum pointed out, dead was dead, passing was what you did with water or exams. (And they were both products of the end of the Victorian era...)