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Friday Jottings#6

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-Β  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.



Comments on: "Friday Jottings#6" (50)

  1. I love reading your jottings. Keeping good thoughts for the move. I’ve done it way too often (35 times) and really hope not to do it again. I have zero from my childhood and very little from my children’s. I didn’t start keeping until I married my second husband and have been downsizing stuff since we parted. Every move means more gets left behind. I have a few cherished things my mother made (we had a tenuous relationship until almost the end of her life but we get along fine now. We talk often now and she’s not mean anymore. Her life as well as dads was very hard too so now I understand better.

    • That’s good that you can talk to your Mum and understand her better. I think I understand my parents better now, and the evidence of things not being right between them is apparent in my diary, and times were very different in the 1960’s. We have far too much stuff it has to be said, and we spend too long looking at the things from the back of cupboards when we should be packing or just disposing of them.

      • Maybe the reminisce stuff should go in a box by itself so you know you want to take time with it later. Like the last box to close and the last to unpack? I have so little of the stuff and wish I did. Nothing was sacred in our house. Military families move very light.

  2. Joanne S said:

    My dad always said, “Youth is wasted on the young.” If we only knew back when. I didn’t keep my diary, but I did save sketch books and other art works.

  3. A craft space filled with boxes would make me grumpy too! How fun to find an old diary! I can’t imagine how strange it would be to read what was going on in my head at 13. It would probably though be better than when I was 14 and became boy crazy! I unsuccessful kept a diary for a little while when I was a teen. Not sure what became of it!

    • Theboy craziness was rearing its head in this diary- for sure most of that will be edited out! Reading through it week by week reminds me of some very happy times , as well things I had totally forgotten about. In amongst all the frenetic box packing, taking an hour out to type this out provides a much needed mental and emotional break.

      • I know – packing is physically and mentally draining! Glad you found something fun for a break and can’t wait to read the edited diary entries you share! πŸ™‚

  4. Crickey! I think I’d rather not read any diary I wrote when I was thirteen – not that i wrote one. I’m sure everything in boxes hasn’t helped your mood. Since it’s now Tuesday and Boris has revealed his plan – does it mean you can move now? I see estate agents are back at work.

    • Move is on for next week- going to take four days with an extra day added in as only two chaps can come not three. We are busy packing boxes again- running out of floor space as we empty cupboards which were packed to the top! Beginning to let myself get excited now! I’m glad I kept this diary, it has many happy memories in it as well as things I’d forgotten. Just reached August and we are about to embark on a holiday in Wales.

  5. What a neat find! Sometimes you find real treasures going through old things πŸ™‚

    • Thanks – it is bringing back a lot of very happy memories now. I have reached July so there has been a visit to Haworth parsonage( The Bronte’s home), a holiday on a self driven boat on the Thames and a camping trip with the Girl Guides. I am so glad I wrote it and kept it.

  6. This is a wonderful blog entry! (I know I’m super late to comment on it). I have all of my diaries from my teenage years, and all the other books I’ve kept … Sometimes, I’m cringing about my younger self, but I have learned to mostly read my old entries with goodwill and love, whch makes it easier. πŸ˜‰
    I am glad that your move is drawing nearer now – for real! Do you have a new date already?

    • I have loved typing up the diary. I keep finding references to friends about things I’d forgotten, and with those I am still in contact with, we have a nice time remembering together, via the internet of course. Yes we have to be gentle on our teenage selves. I kept expressly so that I would remember what it felt like to be a teenager when my own sons entered that phase of life. I think it did help. Begining to let myself get excited for the over the move now- it will the 3rd week in May. Fingers crossed. We are moving closer to our sons and their families, a much much bigger twon which I am less keen on, but when everything opens again I expect I will like it, and we are close to countryside, in fact closer than we are here.
      I’m pleased you like this post, I can get a bit random at times.
      Take care.

  7. I’ve kept a diary religiously since I was 16, 27 years ago! My teenage self was quite morose, something I’ve tried to escape over the years. x

  8. Murtagh's Meadow said:

    How fascinating to be able to read your 13 year old self. I did keep the odd bits of diaries but they are long lost. I would love to read my thirteen year old self.

    • I am glad I kept the diary- all my teenage angst, plus seeing how my interests started way back then. I have now started to write up April and I write a lot about birds!

  9. I was given a diary or two growing up, but never kept them up. Before I went off to college I collected a lot of school things my mother had saved, and used to have it all in a scrap book. Before I left Chicago I scanned all the things I wanted to “keep” and shredded the rest. I knew there just wasn’t room for stuff in the new place. Every once in a while I think of something I no longer have, but thus far I haven’t regretted too many things… but books. There are quite a few I wish I hadn’t gotten rid of over the years… not that I couldn’t get another copy of most, but it wouldn’t be the same. Now fabric is another topic, and we won’t be going there today! LOL!!! 🀣

    • It’s a shame but we can’t just keep everything, and in all honesty I only look at things when I am having a tidy up. I just know now how precious are the things from my parents that are written down by them about their lives before I knew them. Mum also used to look at these things as her memory left her, for the comfort in the minute. Fabric is of course quite a different thing!

  10. claire93 said:

    I kept a diary as a teen, but must have binned them dΓ©cades ago.
    I reckon I would recognise my younger self, even though interests & priorites evolved over the years.
    One thing I remember from my teen years: being called “narrow minded” by my aunt who must have been in her forties. That criticism niggled me then and still niggles me now as I don’t think it’s a fair criticism to throw at a teen. I hope that’s not an adjective that would be given to me now.

    • I wonder what on earth she meant by calling you narrow minded? Mostly it was the older generation that was narrow minded. And yes I think people need to realise how sensitive teenagers are. The reason I kept that diary all those years was because I wanted to remember what it felt like to be 13 years old, and that odd mix of child and teenager. And it did, and I think made me a better parent for remembering, when it came to bringing up three boys! The angst is now being edited out, it served its purpose and now I can put the diary to a new use.

      • claire93 said:

        probably because, as a teen, I saw things either in black or white with no shades of grey inbetween? I can’t remember the exact conversation it came up in, but more than 40 years on, it still niggles ^^

        • Maybe? Teenagers can be quite opinionated and sound very high and mighty – not that you were- but some are- and what they think is right is right. I can think of one or two climate bangers on who are teenagers who annoy me by not attempting to think things through properly. It clearly upset you a lot. And no I don’t think you are narrow minded.

  11. I never had the urge to keep a diary, though I remember receiving one or two as gifts over the years. So happy to hear that the move is on, but sorry you’ll be “camping” for a day or two. It will be so nice to get rid of the boxes!

    • The move should have been three removal men over three days and will now be two removal men over four days. I’ve worked out what to do to keep them and us as safe as possible! The night in the new house sleeping on sofa cushions will be “fun” to say the least.
      I write down a lot of things, sometimes just to get them out of my system, those are the notebooks I burn.

  12. I do not envy your box packing. After packing up our basement last year for waterproofing, I can’t even imagine packing up the whole house for a move. I hope that all goes well with the move and that it is an easy transition for you.

    I do have lots of diaries or journals from my earl years. I have not read them, probably since I wrote them. Maybe I should dig them out and read a few. It would be interesting to read my thoughts from my late teens into my 20’s and 30’s. What do you think will happen to your diaries when you are gone? And do you want your secrets to be read? I do often wonder that myself.

    • My parents left a lot of paperwork behind them, some of which was sad to read, like my Dad’s draft letters to my Mum when he left us, he should have destroyed them. As executor I had to go through every scrap of paper. I don’t want my sons to read the whole diary, nor do I want it lost forever. As a family historian I would have loved an edited version of Mum’s diary aged 13.
      Years ago my Dad heard from one of his old school friends who had transcribed his sister’s diary- Dad as a family friend got several mentions- family walks, picnics , social events. It is a fascinating account of life iin provincial England in the 1930s.
      Once I have edited my diary I shall burn it! But I’ll make sure I have a printed off copy first!
      I think you will find your diairies interesting and maybe you will keep them or not!
      Mostly finished packing upstairs now. I’m sorting out things from the garden, then the big pack for our main living rooms begins on Monday!

  13. I have three completed diaries. one two entries a page and two page a day ones. Ages 14/15, 16/17 and 19/20. Writing so bad especially the first two I don’t know if they are readable. Might make an alternative to read instead of books. Not feeling very inspired with books at present. One thing of note is that in the age 19/20 one, written first/second year at university, each day for the first half of the year I include a quotation from some poem or similar that seemed appropriate to that day. I remember rather enjoying choosing those quotations.

    • I think choosing a quotation would be rather fun, but quite hard. I am enjoying transcirbing the diary as although I can remember some things I have forgotten other and have got the days when things happened all wrong in my memory. It’s a rather nice way to think about my parents and my brother, all of whom have died, and the last fortnight before I leave is the right time to do this! I’l be all ready for the future! Give your writing a go- mine’s illegible in places! At age 13 I appear obsessed by Softly, softly, The Man from Uncle and Top of the Pops.

  14. Like the contented crafter I have always kept a journal but also threw out my earlier ones when moving house. It is odd rereading the ones I have kept and remembering things you have forgotten – hope the move goes to plan. x

    • The plan is so darned complicated now, something is bound to go amiss and need sorting, but I am mentally prepared for that! The hard part will be the first night in the new house when we will be there minus furniture- we should have been in a hotel! Re-reading the random diaires I have kept is interesting. The longer notebooks I kept I have burned and let go, some things were for my eyes only.

  15. I do feel some envy about your childhood relics; I had to say goodbye to much of that when I emigrated: photos, notes, books, knicknacks and early samples of creativity! Still, on the other side of the coin it has liberated me from some of the less lovely stuff too… I shall look forward to seeing what you have for us on ScrapHappy Day πŸ™‚

    • Mum kept a lot of my early things which I now have plus those belonging to my sons- we are a bit swamped, so maybe you have been freed from a lot of junk. I have four removal boxes of photo albums. A small crate of negatives which Mr E insists we keep. Stuff is a mixed blessing!

  16. I kept a diary from the age of about 14, wrote it up faithfully every night. It was a very small page-a-day one so my writing was very tiny and neat – my dad used to buy me one every year for Christmas. I left home to live with my son’s dad just before I turned 18 so only wrote it up spasmodically after that then gave up completely after a while – I remember when I was 16/17 I wrote a lot about my best friend’s cousin who I really liked and saw a lot of even though my mum disapproved as he was seven years older than me. I would spend hours sitting on the floor in his garage polishing various parts of his motorbike while listening to Radio 1 πŸ™‚ I think I still have some of the diaries packed in a box somewhere – if I remember sometime I’ll see if I can find them, it’ll be interesting to read back through them.

    • I am finding my fascinating- it’s just seeing how the things I love doing now were in their fledgling state back then! I bet you would like yours!

  17. I kept diaries from very young – maybe 9 or 10 and stored them in a series of cardboard boxes until I was in my early 49’s when I conducted a ritual ripping and burning of the past. Sometimes I think it might have been interesting to have kept at least some – but it felt right at the time. The time for your move is coming closer – I hope all goes smoothly and elegantly for you.

    • I want to destroy the original before we move- since I wrote it when I lived just round the corner and I wouldn’t want to keep everything I wrote, I will have a little burning ceremony next week when I finished transcribing it and have a printed copy. Just started April while packing boxes , I’m knitting squares for a blanket for refugee and making a book about birds over the Easter holidays. I really am becoming the person I now am! Begining to feel a bit excited about the move now, but hard to get my head round everything to be done.

  18. Gosh – all those boxes, gives me the shudders, I hope I never have to move house again, each house move had an element of trauma attached to it, but I never expereinced the sorts of issues you have had to navigate – well done for keeping your balance and keeping on crafting in extreme circumstances.
    I do have a diary from my teenage years but not so much detail as yours – what a wonderful record you have. My Mum and I did not get on well at all, so mine is mainly about school friends and boys! I used a lot of code and it is hard to remember what each symbol meant now.

    • What really surprises me is I take the trouble to write the date out in full every day-so for example the word Friday is part of the book and I would write it it were today 8th May 2020. There’s about four lines space for each day-usually I begin Went to school! It’s a real odd mixture- a lot about boys- one called Clifford who ever he was, and yet I mention playing on my bike and going out to play. Bad days begin Not allowed out. So still a child.
      I thought when we moved here it was my forever home, and I have been here 18 years. But my sons and grandchildren are so far away and its such an effort to go and see them, it makes sense to move closer whilst we have the energy for this. Part of me thinks it might be good to rattle us a bit and stop us sinking into our dotage! A new adventure and actually I am quite excited now.

      • Yes! A new adventure! Cheers to that.
        Hmmm, I wonder where Clifford is now.
        I still remember the birthdays of my teenage boyfriends! Every year I notice it, at least 50 years since I saw them last. Bizarre!

  19. What a fascinating find! I spasmodically kept diaries when I was a child and probably up to about 14 although I didn’t tend to write anything deep and meaningful in them even though I loved writing and wanted to be a journalist . At the time, I thought myself very sensitive but, once I got older and found out about some of the things that had been affecting other members of the family, I realised I wasn’t. Not that there was anything psychiatrist chair worthy – just the usual family dynamics. I probably would recognise my teenage self but hope I’ve improved in lots of ways and have more common sense now – I was a bit ‘silly’ if I’m honest.
    Anyway, I’m so pleased your move is, once again, on the horizon and you will soon be able to unpack your life from those boxes.

    • I was certainly a bit silly. School was somewhere I went to be with my friends, lessons just got in the way! I am surprised at how young I am in many ways at 13- I mention playing with dolls, whether I meant dolls dolls or the ones I collected in national costumes I don’t know. An odd mixture of child and teenager.

  20. Not easy being a working mom, so all respect to yours.
    I choked on my coffee when I read that you’d made a suit of clothes for your brother’s Golly. I need more warning when I explode with laughter, please.

    • Hope you have recovered from your laughter! I think Mum tried to keep up exacting standards in the house whilst working part time and then full time. There had been a teacher shortage in thee 60s , all those baby boomers needing an education so she was persuaded to go back. I think she was quite bored at home really so welcomed it really. It did partially cause the break up of my parents marriage in 1969.

      • That is sad. She must have felt herself being pulled in all different directions.

        • Yes I think you are right, and she did keep telling me how important it was to get qualifications and a job of my own, so I could work after child care.

          • This has made me think about my own mother. She went back to work when I was about 2 (my gran lived with us so there was permanent childcare on hand). When we came to South Africa, she worked for someone else until she’d saved up enough to open her own hairdressing salon. My dad did all the fittings and painting himself. It never occurred to me (at the time) that it might have been stressful.

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