Carol Taylor shares her childhood bouncing between grandparents, farms and piano lessons and climbing trees…. and don’t mention the hair..
During my life I have done a mixture of all of those, some I am glad I did or did not, some I wish I hadn’t and some I didn’t even try.
But “That’s life ” as the song made famous by Frank Sinatra goes.
And what a life.. would I change anything??? Well, somethings but all of that is with hindsight which is a wonderful thing! Haha.
When I think back my dad was a strict disciplinarian but was that a bad thing? No… really my mum countered that by just being our mum. She made all of our clothes taught us to knit, sew and cook and she loved us…
I remember walking for miles over fields to see my nan my grandad was a farmer I loved it there and spent weekends, school holidays and this was at 9/10 years old, we had no phones so at some point my mum would get a call from a phone box to say I was ok but didn’t know when I was coming home. But it was safe to do that then, I could walk for miles and see no one or maybe just one person who invariably knew who I was, knew where I was going and or gave me a drink of water.
How I loved it there, I got to wander around the farm ( with the strictest instructions ) from my granddad of where I could wander and where I could not. I learnt to milk a cow and had great fun in the haylofts and at harvest time. My Nan showed me how to cook on an Aga. So between my nan and my mum, I think that’s where I got my love of cooking.
My other nan lived but 5 mins away and had a lovely piano….so most days after school I would wander up the road to see her and get to play the piano…I loved that piano and one day maybe I’ll get to tinkle those ivories again. But I have special memories of both my Nan’s.
I was a choir girl.. yes folks and I won’t treat you to a rendering on the karaoke. Church every Sunday and at Easter, we got our new Sunday best… We also always had shiny shoes…
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