Sunday Confessionals : Generationally Environmental

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This week, I would like to invite you to explore just these patterns; if it was up to me I would say focus on the cute, little ones in yourself, your kin and those around you that you generationally and environmentally inherited or passed on, but you can likewise touch up on those that frighten you or make you question things.

I can only say I am my mother’s daughter as I see her every time I look in the mirror.

Left my maternal grandmother, centre my mum, right, me making cards April 2021.

I never knew my grandmother as she died in 1951 shortly after my sister was born, however a lot of the family on that side said I am very like her. She used to play the piano by soh, fah, te, which I suppose is similar to doh, ra, me, though I have no idea how it worked. Mum used to play by reading music, but much preferred to listen to me play and sing along. I inherited my Dad’s natural gift to play by ear, but I’ve been told my voice isn’t bad and I love to sing too, just as Mum did.
Mum was a good cook and good at sewing. Sis inherited the sewing thing (I hate it but will sew on a button if necessary or repair the dog’s teddy), but I love to cook, though my pastry isn’t a patch on Mum’s.
Mum’s working life was varied from a nanny, to cinema usherette to shop assistant and accounts manager. She was good at figures and budgeting, so I guess I get that from her.

I have to confess I don’t know where I get my temper from. I’ve lost it twice in my life and both times frightened me. I cannot think of a relative, either close or distant, that has a temper, though I always knew when I’d pushed my Dad too far as he was go very quiet and his actions very slow, and my Mum had a red spot on her forehead that made itself visible when she was cross.

My love of and way with dogs is definitely inherited from my Dad. Dogs knew they could trust him and even the most nervous would go to him in their own time and settle by his side. Kizzy, the GSD I had when Hubby and I first met in 1989 was such a dog, and she loved my Dad.

Some of my mannerisms are very much like my parents. Put my sister and I together and we are so totally different, you wouldn’t think we are related. She followed my Dad’s interest in making wine, but after he died, there was no competition so she stopped.
I haven’t seen her since Mum’s funeral in February 2018 but I could see her likeness in her daughters, grandchildren and great grandchild. I felt a stranger, which basically I was as we have nothing in common and living so far away, they are never likely to visit.

I don’t have kids so can’t pass on any of the good or bad traits from previous generations.
Hubby did some great SWMBOs on the matter though:

Left: Mother-in-law,   centre: SWMBO as a young girl,    right: SWMBO in middle age.

The way things are going, I may have to hone my previous skills and go back to living in the stone age!


About pensitivity101

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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8 Responses to Sunday Confessionals : Generationally Environmental

  1. willowdot21 says:

    You do look so like your mum as I have said many times before. I am like my mum too in looks and it’s very said in ways too 💜

  2. No need for me to reiterate all the things we have in common!

  3. Nope, Not Pam says:

    I’m just like me father. We both have OCD, nothing like me mum, who goes with the flow (her words)

  4. murisopsis says:

    I inherited my great grandmother’s. grandmothers, and mother’s red hair! Sadly I had no daughters so no more red heads except for my niece! Perhaps (if I’m really lucky) there will be a red headed grand child… BTW You absolutely favor you mum in looks!

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