seven childhood memories
By Elizabeth
@Poppylicious (11134)
United Kingdom
December 30, 2015 5:25pm CST
@jaboUK was inspired by another MyLotter to write about some of her childhood memories. This has also inspired me to think back through the decades and dust some cobwebs off my own childhood memories.
1. Shortly before starting in the reception class at the village primary school I had a 'taster' session there. I was four and a half years old and was looked after by identical twins. I remember thinking they were really old. They were only in the year above me so they were no more than six. But they were old. Really.
2. The summer of 1981 was the summer I spent a week staying with my beloved Nana with the Long Garden at her bungalow in Romford. We took three buses to London, visited St Paul's {where Charles had married Diana just a few days previously} and drank weak orange squash out of a giant brown medicine bottle. My half-brother was born that summer and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to love him or hate him.
3. When we had boiled potatoes for lunch at primary school we would pretend they were blocks of cheese and slice them up. Anything to make the meal more appetising, I suppose.
4. I loved wearing long party dresses when I was little. Even then they were going out of fashion. I loved dressing up and having my picture taken and being all girly.
5. Playtime was the best bit of primary school. We would chase boys, spin around on the playing field like Wonder Woman, create stories based on the Dukes of Hazzard, and pick inedible berries from the trees to bake into inedible pies in our pretend kitchens.
6. When I was about seven my Stepmother told me she had a bone to pick with me. I'm still waiting for her to take me to pick it.
7. Everybody smoked and everybody knew it was bad. My favourite smell from childhood is my Uncle's pipe. I have always, and will always, love that smell. He used to come to our house after Father left and he'd send us little ones into the hall to search in his pipe-smelling coat pockets for tubes of pipe-smelling Smarties. It was only years later that Mumsy told me he did that to get her alone and flirt with her.
*chuckle*
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@MarshaMusselman (38865)
• Midland, Michigan
31 Dec 15
Maybe it was only a chuckle, or maybe there was more he was trying for than plain flirting. He must have been your father's brother? The bone picking is a funny one. If she's around you should ask when she'll be taking you out to do that. She'll probably not remember at all.
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@MarshaMusselman (38865)
• Midland, Michigan
31 Dec 15
@Poppylicious It sounds like once she told you that she forgot all about it, if she didn't bring anything up once you were back home. On the other hand, even if she did, you wouldn't necessarily equate the discussion to the bone picking remark.
@Poppylicious (11134)
• United Kingdom
31 Dec 15
He's my dad's half-brother, and yes, he probably was hoping for more than just flirtations, but my mother is a wise creature! I wish I could remember what I did wrong and why the bone needed picking. I can remember being in the car and her turning round from the front passenger seat to say it to me, but I'm stumped as to what I did!
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@Poppylicious (11134)
• United Kingdom
31 Dec 15
Not that confusing! Father left when I was little and my wicked stepmother got herself pregnant as quickly as she could so he wouldn't return home. When I start including my stepsisters' and their children, plus my dad's stupid belief that his brother is really his dad, and thus my grandad would become my great-grandad ... then it starts getting confusing!
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@Dragonairy1 (1722)
• Newcastle Upon Tyne, England
4 Jan 16
Lovely memories, so do you love your half brother? 










