[guide.chat] elizabeth
- From: vanessa <qwerty1234567a@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: "GUIDE CHAT" <guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 08:30:56 +0100
Hi Elizabeth.
Loved the description, could picture you on the gates, wow nice descripted
story of your youth, I wish I could write like you, beautiful wording, thank
you elizabeth for sharing.
vanessa.
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From: Elizabeth Kay - Email Address: ebeth.kay@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent On: 23/08/2012 10:25
Sent To: Guide.chat - Email Address: guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [guide.chat] from Elizabeth: A Trip Down Memory Lane
MY Childhood Days (seen through rose tinted glasses)
I shall always remember the cottage where I was born,safe and snug in a
secluded spot in the middle of a row,with friendly neighbours round us,
I remember the coal fire burning brightly in the shiny black grate which was
polished with fervour by my mother
every friday morning, the day housework was done.
I remember Monday was washing day,the kitchen full of steam and the flgged
floor wet with splashings from the dolly tub.I hated Mondays.
Tuesdays I loved this was the day my mother made buttermilk bread and was also
the day my much loved comic arrived.
I ran all the way home from school full of joyous anticipation of curling up
before the fire to read my comic
and then to feast on the glorious slices of food for the gods my mother put
before me.
I remember we were surrounded by miles and miles of fields and meadows.
From my bedroom window on a winter's night I could see the lights of a far away
town twinkling across the distance.
I picked out one of them and wove a fanciful dream around it.
At the bottomof the field that sloped away from the cottages,hidden and secret
from the world, a tumbling brook disappeared into a dark tunnel, full of
exciting possibilities for imaginative minds. We picked our way through in the
darkness,treading on the stones so we did not get our feet wet.
Beypnd the brook was a hillside covered with buttercups and daises in the
spring and bushes full of blackberries in the autunn. Further afield were ponds
where we could fish for sticklebacks using a bent pin for the worm on the end
of a string tied to a garden stick. Our catches were taken home in a jam jar
with a string handle.
I remember the summer house a secluded retreat where my cousin Jean and I spent
many happy hours. We had large families of small dolls which cost about two
pence each in old money. These wore dresses made from scraps of material form
my mother's rag nag. The dolls lived out our dreams
I remember th excitment pf pace egg day at Easter time. May Day celebrations
and Whitsuntide Walks, paper chains made for Christmas long before the time
when they could be hung.
Such were some of the joys of childhood in the first decade of my life. A
special time to remember for the way it was.
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