Not quite sure where this week went too. Here in the UK it’s a bank holiday, moved from the first Monday in May till today for VE Day- 75th anniversary. Yesterday would have been my Mum’s birthday, she would have been 92 this year, I don’t think a day goes by I don’t miss her.
We have resumed packing boxes. Thought you might like to see my spare room which doubled as my craft space- this is what it has looked like since the end of March. Might explain some of my grumpiness. I have no idea where we are going to put the boxes we pack next week.
I found a diary I had written when I was 13. I kept it going for a whole year so I have started to transcribe it onto the computer- careful editing- not giving up all my secrets. It surprises me to see how many of my interests now were present in my life then. I seem to have lived at the library- sometimes going two or three times a week. I’m already chopping up bits of paper for scrapbooks- I’ve only got as far as March and I seem to have at least three on the go already- topics are my penfriend in Madagscar (pre-cursor to blogging perhaps?), fashion, and pop stars- couldn’t care less about these two subjects now, but I do still chop up old magazines.
I also bang on about the castle and walks. I’m doing a thrift badge at Guides. I made a pompom, and a suit of clothes for my brother’s Golly.I’m making Yorskhire puddings and a jam sponge- I used the wrong flour! I comment a lot on noise and people in bad moods.
There’s a lot about Mum there too- she had gone back to teaching – and was clearly having problems juggling home and work- I don’t say this, but she later said how hard it was and I can see it now in my observations. I was being asked to take on a lot of household chores and was getting resentful. I wasn’t very good at it either- seems I was polishing the door furniture ( brass knobs etc) and broke the letter box. I was surprised to see that when I was off school for over a week with tonsillitus, on the last two days I note Mum had gone back to school and I was cleaning. Not exactly being poorly and I could have been in school myself. My relationship with Mum over the next four years was iffy-teenage daughter and a Mum who was struggling. It’s good to know that once I left home, and we could give each other space we got on so well- well at least for 48 hours at a time. I miss her a lot, she was a mighty fine Mum- most of the time.
Has anyone kept any diairies from their childhood? Would love to know if you can recognise the person you are now from the one you were then.
Next Friday is the 15th of the month, so scrap happy day. I have a scrappy project underway for that. We’ll be coming to the end of box packing, ready to move the following week. Taken a lot of time this week to get everyone on board, but I think we are there. So maybe this will be the last Friday jotting for the time being…. but as Arnie said, I’ll be back!
Keep washing those grubby paws and stay safe.