Sunday Poser # 116

Sadje is our host for the Sunday Poser and her question this week is

As a child did you listen to your parents? Was mom/dad always right?

I was extremely lucky to have the parents I did. I was closer to my Dad than my Mum and have written posts on both here and here

My Dad was the kind of guy you could talk to about anything. Rather than tell me to do something a specific way,  he would encourage and guide me to make my own decisions, and if they turned out wrong, never once said I told you so. He was there to pick up the pieces on more than one occasion, and the one time he was unhappy about me doing something and could have voiced his opinion, he never said a word.
When that all eventually fell flat, he was there to support me, no reprisals, no judgement, just glad that his little girl was OK which was all that mattered.

Growing up, our friends, boys and girls, were always made welcome. I remember he went outside to pick a rose for one of my friends as it was her birthday. She blushed redder than the flower, but it meant so much to her as neither of her parents were still alive and she was living on her own in a bedsit.

My parents were straightforward and trusted us, especially as teenagers with boyfriends and staying out late. We never actually had curfews, but I know my Mum never slept until she knew we were home safely. In the days of discos, it was sometimes 2am before we got in, but we had our own keys and if we offered the boyfriend a coffee, it didn’t matter how late it was, just as long as we were home.

I was never afraid to ask my Mum and Dad for advice. Usually it was Dad especially in my teens. My sister tended to confide more in Mum, so everything balanced out I guess.

Both of my parents have passed away now, and I miss them.
I remember happy times of camping as a family, collecting wild fruit for Dad’s home brews, games of cribbage in the evenings while Mum was trying to knit, duets on the piano with Dad, and helping Mum with the ironing as a young child, or making cups of tea when she got in from work worn out. I have wonderful memories of Mum coming up to visit us when we moved to Lincolnshire, rabbits and daffodils on the roadside, nut picking, swans, and the doughnut machine which so intrigued her as she watched it in the field spitting out the hay bales when we were in the cottage.


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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18 Responses to Sunday Poser # 116

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Lovely post as I have said before I love those photos 💜💜

  2. Carol anne says:

    Wonderful memories to have of your parents Di! I’m so happy you have so many! Xx

  3. Sadje says:

    What a lovely post Di. Your parents sound just perfect. I’m glad they raised you the way you are. So considerate and thoughtful. Thanks for sharing

  4. murisopsis says:

    You were very lucky and very blessed! It makes me happy that there are others who had close and loving relationships with parents! Some times I think we are in a definite minority!!

  5. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Memories to cherish

  6. glyn40wilton says:

    I wish I had the chance to get to know my father for longer than 14 years (I was that age when he died). I remember him being strict but fair.
    Summer holidays was always an adventure when we all went on trips travelling in his hired Ford Cortina spending a week or two and a holiday camp.

  7. glyn40wilton says:

    ….usually, at (not and) a Butlins Holiday Camp 🙂

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