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Category Archives: parents
No one else asked me
My mother was a deputy matron at 19 at the local nursery school. It was during the war, ie 1940s. The local nursery was so local that it was literally at the bottom of the garden of her parents’ home. … Continue reading
Posted in family, feminism, life, Longreads, love, parents, WPlongform
68 Comments
Relatively fine
Browsing around WordPress, as you do, when you want to find a distraction from things that really need doing, I came upon a gem. It’s not that easy to find, but they have some commenting guidelines. Mmmm, just what Cloudy … Continue reading
Posted in blogging, childhood, family, life, parents, thoughts, wordpress, WPlongform
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On getting married – the big day?
Does a severe economic recession inspire people to save money or to recklessly spend it, to have a good time in spite of the financial problems? The average cost of a UK wedding is around £22,000. Over at The Cotton … Continue reading
Posted in family, feminism, life, love, parents, thoughts, WPlongform
Tagged engagement, getting married, wedding
46 Comments
Sink or swim
My mother never learned to swim. When she visited us in Spain, we took her for a walk around the beach, she was in her late 70s, a leisurely walk of around an hour, but she was quite capable of … Continue reading
Posted in childhood, health, life, musings, parents, thoughts
Tagged dewsbury, eileen fenton, swimming, WPLongform
30 Comments
Lost
There were times when I thought we almost understood each other. Something special something together shared laughter love sorrows trust life. Until one day it stopped.
On being sick
Everyone knows that having a cold is nothing at all, and you should just grin and bear it. I know that, because that was how I was brought up. While I was despatched off to school, snuffling, coughing, spewing phlegm … Continue reading
Posted in childhood, health, life, parents, thoughts
Tagged cold, health, protestant work ethic
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Bacon
I can never understand what it is about bacon. It is the one thing that vegetarians are always asked – ‘Don’t you miss bacon?’ And as for Americans, they seem to be obsessed with the stuff. People on forums declare … Continue reading
God
I don’t believe in God. Never have, doubt I ever will. I did go to sleep as a child, saying ‘Gentle Jesus meek and mild, look upon this little child blah blah, and god bless mummy and daddy and Good … Continue reading
Why I didn’t publish a comment
Luckily, I have found something to rant about today, so we are all happy. Health warning alert appears later. Some time ago, on one of my other many blogs, I posted a pic of me – link here. I wrote … Continue reading
Paleo, paleo ….
When I first read about the paleo diet I was puzzled. In the extreme. I’d never heard of it of course. Why would I in my sheltered vegetable patch? I read these absolutely glowing evangelical reviews. This, apparently, was the … Continue reading
Posted in animal rights, blogging, childhood, dogs, family, feminism, food, health, life, parents, shopping, vegetarian
Tagged colo-rectal cancer, diet, paleo, paleo diet
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So why are you vegetarian?
It always happens. The one that kills the conversation. There you are chatting away happily about nothing in particular and it suddenly comes up. Maybe you have refused the prawn vol-au-vent (yes I know I’m showing my age with that … Continue reading
Posted in animal rights, blogging, food, health, life, parents, vegetarian, vegetarianism
Tagged jamon serrano, little lambs, smoked salmon canapes, vol au vent
27 Comments
Work – the early years
I thought I would break up the health posts and write about that classic four letter word – WORK. It may sound surprising but I came from a very emancipated Yorkshire family when it came to women working. Women cooking, … Continue reading
Meals in (laws)
Before I resume the doom and gloom series of posts, which clearly, I am not too good at posting regularly, here is one inspired by a couple of friends. They wrote about visiting the MIL and being fed. Or not … Continue reading
Posted in family, food, in-laws, life, parents, vegetarianism
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My father
I thought I would redress the balance given my post about my unloveable MiL. No, I am not going to write nice things about her. Don’t be silly. I said on the funerals post that she organised a good one, … Continue reading
Posted in family, feminism, life, parents
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Upbringing
Subtitled: How not to bring up your daughters. When I was a little girl, two particular trite sayings were dinned into my pretty little head. I say that with some irony, as I was never told I was pretty, or … Continue reading
Why get married?
I have written enough about names – it’s time to write about getting married. And the truth is I have no idea why I got married. So that’s easy isn’t it? I was having a casual chat in a pub … Continue reading
Posted in feminism, life, parents
4 Comments
Joan Baez
My father introduced me to Joan Baez. My father, the radical trade union representative in his youth, who didn’t like the politics of Joan Baez when he was older. He hated her singing ‘We shall overcome’ but couldn’t resist the … Continue reading
Posted in death, life, music, parents
9 Comments
Daddy’s Little Princess
We’ve all been there. Or at least, I’m guessing all us women have. Daddy’s Little Princess. And Daddy’s Little Girl. The one who is a Little Girl until she is in her late teens, her twenties and even her thirties. … Continue reading
Posted in feminism, life, parents
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You don’t come from round here
I was brought up to be inherently racist. Black – or coloured people (as I think they were called at the time, and most of them were from the Indian sub-continent) – were dirty. So said my dad. One day … Continue reading
Posted in life, parents, politics, spain
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