Throwback Thursday 7th July

Maggie is in the chair again this week covering for Lauren and her prompt is
Secrets, Hiding Places and Niches

I never had secrets when I was a kid, though my Dad always knew if something was on my mind by my music. It wasn’t what I played, but the way I played it. He also knew I would talk about it when I was ready.
I kept a moan book though but doubt if anyone read it as I’d read the entry the following day and rip the pages out. I didn’t keep a diary or a journal, except when I went to NZ in 2010.
The respect for someone’s privacy is paramount and something I instilled into the foster kids placed with me. It, together with trust, worked both ways, but ex partner broke that trust when he found a diary and read it. I never forgave him, and the writer left us under a cloud. Another time I came back from a weekend with my parents to discover my bedside table cupboard open. There was nothing in there other than my jewellery box, a book and a few odds and ends, but someone had gone through it, though nothing was missing. At one stage I had kept a few pounds in the jewellery box but stopped that some time previously for reasons I won’t go into here.

I wasn’t one for hiding things as a rule, unless it was a gift for someone that I’d got early.
In my adult life, Christmas shopping started around August and everything was wrapped and labelled so as much of a surprise for the recipient as myself as most times I’d forgotten what I’d bought.
I certainly didn’t hide anything from my parents, even when I first started smoking at 17. Their attitude was they would prefer I was honest and know what I was up to rather than do something behind their backs.
Any secrets I kept from them were because of a surprise I was planning for them for an anniversary or birthday. We kept our marriage a secret until after the event, and so did they. We wanted a small private and personal day, and it was, just us, my parents, Hubby’s parents and three friends as witnesses.

Bro had a selection of girlie magazines under his bed and I was fascinated to know when I would get boobs. We had a good laugh about that when he caught me reading them.
Sis would have her friends stay over sometimes and I was usually not included in their chat or midnight feasts. No problems really as I could lose myself in a book or my music.
A friend of mine came to stay for a weekend once and we did the same, except our midnight feast started at bedtime and we were fast asleep by midnight. Happy days.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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17 Responses to Throwback Thursday 7th July

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  2. murisopsis says:

    Trust is something that once broken is almost impossible to put back together!!

    • I could not forgive him for reading that diary. He had no right to read it, nor did he have the right to go into their room uninvited to look for it.

  3. Your ex sounds like the sort of person who wasn’t a ‘long thinker’ and didn’t look on his violation as anything wrong. Trust is like piecrust, awful fragile and once broken, almost impossible to put back together because a crumb or two is sure to be missing. But your memories of your sleep-overs and your family are so sweet! You’ve had a very nice life one way and another, even with the really bad patches! 🙂

  4. Nope, Not Pam says:

    I’m very secretive. Not so much to hide things, but because I don’t want to be belittled about what I’m doing. Both my parents were highly critical and so is my husband

  5. Maggie says:

    We did worry about having boobs at some point, didn’t we? Respect f privacy is so important. I am sorry you had that trust violated. My parents would never had been understanding of smoking even though they both smoked!

    • My Dad smoked and rolled his own, and although I know they didn’t like me smoking, I didn’t in the house. I gave up when I was 20 as I was getting married but started again when we separated four years later. I finally quit in 1991 as did Hubby so that we started married life as non smokers, It was a cook move as there is no way we could afford to smoke now with cigarettes at over £13 for 20. They were £1.49 when we smoked.

  6. willowdot21 says:

    Well I thought I’d been the odd one out it seems I am certainly not 💜

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