photo is of my eldest grandson because he is far more obliging
My thoughts went back to when I was about four, we were down at Worthing, the home of the person we had been evacuated to during the worst of the London bombing. She was lovely and we called her Auntie Feast (her surname). I remember her as a lady that was always in a hurry, rushing around here there and everywhere.
This particular morning she had called us to breakfast and mum was struggling to get my baby brother ready so I picked up my brush and brushed my own hair. I was excited about it and rushed to tell Mummy what I had done. Trouble was Mummy was so pleased she said oh that is good you can do your own hair from now on. I remember feeling very sad at that I didn't want to do it I wanted Mummy to do it, I'd only done it that morning because breakfast was ready and Mummy wasn't.
So even at that young age I hated changes.
Thinking about Worthing I have so many sweet little memories about it from my early childhood. The red pavements, the coffee shop where they roasted the coffee in the window. The bow windows of a building in the high street. The pantomime shows on the pier. I still remember the address where we stayed 18 Brittany Road
9 comments:
What a fantastic memory trigger. I can't believe you are old enough to have been evacuated during the war.
Rinda
what a lovely little story x
Lovely story Mary - I know what you were feeling: there's something soothing about someone else brushing our hair isn't there?
Mary, this is such a lovely story! It's says so much..about change and love and growing up and I always, always love the little details you add in so I have a great picture in my mind.
I have added the link in for you, hope that's okay, and I want to thank you for your stories throughout the year. It's been much appreciated.
A lovely story :)
Lovely story, My grandchildren trigger all sorts of memories for me too. I think that's why grandparents and grandchildren get along so well.
Having someone else brush my hair is something I love, I can understand being sad to hear that wouldn't be happening any more.
Your photo comment about obliging grandsons made me smile. Thanks :)
i used to love my mum brushing my hair too. Bunches or a pig tail were the biggest decisions to make! a lovely story x
Another lovely story - and I too love having someone else brush my hair.
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