I was six years old, in the summer of 1945.
We, that is my Mum Elsie and my Dad Jim and myself Sheila, lived in a farmhouse in a village in South Yorkshire called Brinsworth near Rotherham. We were tenants and kept two pigs which were more pets than anything else, their names were Dennis and Albert, why escapes me.
We also kept a few chickens for the eggs and christmas dinner. Times were hard being just after the war and the country was trying very hard to recover itself.
Dad was a painter and decorator and mum a housewife. They were very good times, I look back on those on those early years of my life with happiness and contentment.
Mum came from a large family of 13 children and all living in the same area. Dad was one of four, his mother died when he was 7 years old and his father remarried. Life was very difficult for the children to say the least but he was a strong person and coped and was now happily married with one child, myself.
Mum had previously had a stillborn baby boy which had upset them more than can be put into words and when I was born, which was two years later it was an answer to their prayers.
We, that is my Mum Elsie and my Dad Jim and myself Sheila, lived in a farmhouse in a village in South Yorkshire called Brinsworth near Rotherham. We were tenants and kept two pigs which were more pets than anything else, their names were Dennis and Albert, why escapes me.
We also kept a few chickens for the eggs and christmas dinner. Times were hard being just after the war and the country was trying very hard to recover itself.
Dad was a painter and decorator and mum a housewife. They were very good times, I look back on those on those early years of my life with happiness and contentment.
Mum came from a large family of 13 children and all living in the same area. Dad was one of four, his mother died when he was 7 years old and his father remarried. Life was very difficult for the children to say the least but he was a strong person and coped and was now happily married with one child, myself.
Mum had previously had a stillborn baby boy which had upset them more than can be put into words and when I was born, which was two years later it was an answer to their prayers.
5 comments:
can you hurry up i need to no more... chrissy
I just found out about your blog from your daughter and want to thank you for sharing. I would love to write something like this so hope to pick up some ideas. Thanks so much. It is very interesting.
Hi, I've just found your blog, I love your daughters' work but am really interested in your blog.Keep writing!
Christine form Epping, Essex.
I have to start on page one, and so I shall. Thank you for sharing. it is a lovely thing you are doing - and it will be a treasure for your children. I may have to set up a blog for my mom to do the same. Bless you, and Thank you!
I discovered your blog through your very talented daughter's blog. I'm going to start reading a page of your story each day now too because I think it is a wonderful thing what you are doing! Keep up the great work!!!!
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