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The early years......

Posted 21-08-2005 at 22:45 by harwood red

thanks for your kind comments it really is appreciated. Funny how when I read comments like marg has written I suddenly realised that maybe I am stronger than I think. Yes confidence in myself maybe lacking but I also feel I have the strength to not allow anyone to walk over me. That isn't to say I haven't been sh*t on which I'm sure I will recount one of these days, but I do feel that when it really matters my inner strength to protect myself and my loved ones fights it's way to the surface and roars...........

....So I was four years old and moving to a whole new town. My memories are quite vague of arriving there but I do remember the excitement I felt of being shown my new bedroom and being told that I could have it painted any colour I wanted...Yes you guessed it, this little four year old picked pink!!!

It was an unusual home as we lived above the newsagents, poky may spring to mind...far from it. It was 4 storeys high. There was the shop at the front with a storeroom at the back and an enclosed yard at the side and a garden to the other side. From the garden there was what we used as our front door. Once you went through the door you were faced with a staircase up to the house and a door which led you through to the back of the shop and storeroom.....

At the top of the stairs you came to the bathroom and separate toilet, would you believe the only one in the whole building!!!! then you turned and up about 4 more steps and on the first floor was dining room, massive and I mean massive lounge with 2 large bay windows and a big kitchen. Up some more stairs and there were 3 bedrooms and then the final stairs took you to just one more practically up in the loft. But my clearest memory of this house was the beautiful carved wood hand rail that ran right from the top to the bottom with the most beautifully carved spindles...

As you can imagine running a newsagents is a 7 day job so as I grew older it was always all hands on deck. But the best thing that I remember was being allowed to ready all the xmas annuals as long as i didn't damage them.

My first day at school probably wasn't as exciting as my new house as contrary to what I've said about lack of confidence, as a child that definately wasn't an issue. I ran into school whilst others were clinging on to their parents for dear life and was chattering 10 to the dozen in no time at all. Whilst coming in from playtime and still bending anyones ear who was in the vicinity I obviously wasn't paying full attention when someone shut the door on my thumb, scream!!!!!!!!!!!!! well blue murder is an understatement. Funny thinking about that because nowadays your parents would be called to come and collect you "just in case". Well they just told me I'd be alright and to get on with it!! So that was it I calmed down but was enjoying the attention that I was receiving and happily regaling to classmates what had happened when this disembodied voice boomed out "Lesley Brown I think we've heard quite enough about your thumb, now PLEASE be quiet and sit still". I looked up and will never forget that memory of my first teacher. She was a lady probably close to retirement (or maybe she just looked that old to me at such a tender age) looking down at me over the top of her glasses. She must have been all of 4ft and 4 stone wet through. But I tell you what you wouldn't want to mess with her.... and I never did!

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    Re: The early years......

    You lucky thing, reading the annuals!

    Dandy or Twinkle???
    Posted 21-08-2005 at 22:58 by garinda garinda is offline
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    Re: The early years......

    Lovely reminiscences HR......I felt like I was having a tour of your home........and school, I could smell the chalk and the wood smells that all schools seem to have.
    Good blogging!
    Posted 22-08-2005 at 11:27 by Margaret Pilkington Margaret Pilkington is offline
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    Re: The early years......

    OOOO you just brought back memories of my first school teacher.........she was called Mrs.Gent at St.johns school, god she was a battle axe, hated her very much. She was the same very small, and very skinny but a mouth like a bloody fog horn.
    Posted 23-08-2005 at 10:10 by slinky slinky is offline

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