Maggie is our host this week and today we are going to amble around through the places of your youth.
This week’s prompt is: Spaces and Places
I was born in a council house on a Saturday morning in May 1956. My Dad gave Mum gas and air as the nurse helped bring me into the world, but didn’t agree with my weight, and said I was at least 9lbs so she weighed me again. I was 9lbs and half an ounce.
Guess my weight issues started at birth then.
We moved in 1965 to a house Dad had built, and after my brother got married, I had a bedroom to myself having shared with my sister beforehand.
Visitors usually came on Sundays and in the evenings we would play cards, occasionally for pennies, but it was always a lot of fun.
Our friends were always made welcome, and some preferred our house to theirs. This could have been because our house wasn’t running with younger siblings!
I attended a regular school, and passed my 11+ to Grammar school which I hated. I attended Sunday school for years and would sing in the choir.
As a kid I would spend time playing with friends and in my early teens attended a youth club. No boyfriends though as I was a late starter in that department.
I got married in 1977 and we bought a new house which was in a terrace of three. We had an end one so had a window in our bathroom whereas the middle property had an extractor fan. Sadly the marriage ended after three years and I returned to the parental home, which was then a very modest semi purchased in 1973. It had been empty for over 20 years and my Dad got a council mortgage. It needed a lot of work as it had gas lighting (which still worked), no bathroom, and was in a very bad state of repair.
All of us contributed to getting it decorated and modernised, but from Day 1, it was always Home.
That house has a lot of memories as it was filled with love and laughter as well as sorrow, especially when it was sold in 1995 and my parents moved in with my sister.
My Dad died the following year and I was always grateful that Mum wasn’t on her own at that time. She continued to live with my sister until September 2017 when dementia took too much of a hold and my sister could no longer cope, so she was placed in a home. She had a fall at Christmas and was taken into hospital, where she died in January 2018.