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I'm here because it's a place where I want to be.
What do I do with my life - still pondering that, keep exploring the possibilities I suppose...
I do have another more personal moblog Vivupclose
Take a look at my daughter Beth's website...
food for thought...
Everyone, in some small sacred sanctuary of the self, is nuts. -Leo Rosten, author (1908-1997)
We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry. -John Webster, playwright (c. 1580-1634)
There are two kinds of light -- the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures. -James Thurber, writer and cartoonist (1894-1961)
The artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and he does it without destroying something else. -John Updike, writer (1932-2009)
Some people become so expert at reading between the lines they don't read the lines. -Margaret Millar, novelist (1915-1994)
There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest. -Elie Wiesel, writer, Nobel laureate (b. 1928)
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from A.Word.A.Day with Anu Garg
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The one and only holiday that I can remember when most of our leisure time was spent without Mum and Dad. Possibly our last 'family' holiday. The next year I think we both had our first flight - Irene went with Mum and Dad to IOM with her friend Jen and I went to Northern Ireland with the rangers and saw the wonderful Giant's Causeway. I remember being worried that they were all up in a plane and that if anything happened to them I'd be all alone!
24th Feb 2011, 14:03
As teenagers we went our separate ways - having totally different friendship groups, but when we were together as on holiday here we got on fine and so it was to continue throughout life.
Sisters not joined at the hip but joined.
This is memorable because at the beginning of the week Irene had longish hair and she asked me to cut it and I did! Mum must have been horrified but she didn't show it:)
24th Feb 2011, 12:52
For a few months we had a puppy called Penny but she was too much trouble for Mum so she got re-homed and we got fobbed off with a cat whom we called Tiger.
We had a budgie for a while too but she ended up living next door! Other than that we only had the goldfish we won at the fair!
24th Feb 2011, 11:24
I remember that little sundress and bolero - maybe I had one too or that was once mine. I remember bobbly elasticated swimsuits too :)
Up to this age Irene and I used to share a bed then Dad built her a bunk bed in the corner. It wasn't full length. We shared that room until I was at college and then one day I came home from college and the room was Irene's and there was a single bed for me in my parent's room. It made sense, but no-one had told me until I got home. That was hard I felt as though I didn't have a home anymore - but Irene had slept in an undersized bed for years!
24th Feb 2011, 11:02
Irene means peace, Vivien means lively - Mum used to say she had got it the wrong way round - certainly Irene was more outgoing!
For the past 9 days I have done very little other than think about Irene, and although I think of special times etc they are not what are important it is not Irene's personality that I think of it is our relationship and what we shared.
Irene and I were nurtured in a safe environment by the love and support of not just our parents, but a much wider group of people.
We had freedom to play where we wanted.
Neighbours watched out for each others children.
There was no fear of traffic accidents or crime.
We were able to bring friends home without asking first.
People’s doors were open to us.
Mum and Dad never pressured us rather encouraged us to make our own decisions.
Home was always happy. In all the year’s I lived at home I can only ever remember Mum and Dad arguing once and that was to do with the business. I think they were putting a bid in for a big job.
Every night we sat down as a family to good food.
We had books and went to the travelling library with Mum and sometimes got the bus to the big library in Cheetham Hill when we did a bit of shopping and sometimes went for a knickerblocker glory one of Mum’s weaknesses.
We played games. We listened to the radio. Thanks to Uncle Jack we watched ‘The Coronation’ on TV - the neighbours joined us.
We were very lucky I suppose - something we took for granted just as we took each other for granted. We weren't close playing together all the time but we were happy when we were together.
We were siblings we didn’t question our relationship just moved in and out of each others lives with ease.
Our lives continued like that - sometimes not seeing much of each other beyond family 'get togethers' Busy lives and distance led to us leading pretty separately as our children went through their teens, but although when we did meet we would often ruffle each others feathers we never fell out.
18th Feb 2011, 01:56
This is Bernard my Aunty and Uncle Phil's son(they were both called Phil). I'm sure he meant well but he used to tickle us and didn't know when to stop!
Bernard was 16 years younger than Mum and 16 years older than me.
Mum Irene and me of course.
The dress is pink seersucker with - help me out here can't remember the term - but the bodice was gathered with diamond shaped embroidery - I remember this dress well - I loved it.
18th Feb 2011, 01:21
Irene and I with my Gran Elizabeth Broughton and my Mum Ida Quinn at 'Murray Street' which was the big house where Granny Broughton lived with Aunty Anne, Uncle Phil and Aunty Phyllis
and cousin Bernard. The family met here every Sunday. Uncle Jack
(everybody's favourite) and Aunty Doreen, John and Roger would come
It had a range and we would make toast on a toasting fork and there were bells on the wall from a time past when there were servants.
If we were lucky Uncle Stan and sometimes Aunty Renee would pop in too and Anne's friends Victor and Martin. We had the freedom of the house we would dress up in Anne's clothes and when John and Roger (our cousins) came we would play hide and seek - the cellars and attics made this very
Then there would be tea and a massive game of cards or dominoes (9's) and then home covered with blankets, in the workbox attached to the side of my Dad's motorbike (JNF 127) .
My Gran would have been about 70 in these pictures. All I really remember is that she worked tirelessly and that she would sit me on her knee and sing 'The owl and the pussycat' and she gave me silver threepenny bits. She died about two weeks after having a stroke when I was about seven. She was in a coma for a couple of weeks before she died (in her room).
I loved the garden of the house too because it was walled and therefore a private world. There was a red hawthorn tree in the garden - we weren't allowed to take the flowers inside it was bad luck.
I clearly remember a summer when the deck chairs were brought out of storage and when opened up we found they had become a home for earwigs!
Irene was 3 years younger than me
this was her at Christmas - taken by her daughter
she had secondary breast cancer and I should have been seeing her today but her health deteriorated very rapidly over the past week...
hard to take in
9th Feb 2011, 11:07