Before writing about my Mum I must say thank you to lots more comments on the K for Kenton blog post that I found a day late. Many people are sad to see so many blog writers dropping out and in 10 years of blogging I’ve never seen this happening before.
Also hello and welcome to another person who has clicked the follower button – creeping towards 800!
She was born in 1926 the second oldest of 6 children. Her father worked in a factory that gave him a lung disease, he smoked untipped cigarettes and he was often ill. He died young. Her mother was tired and old from looking after a family on limited money. When Grandma got her pension she said it was more money than she’d ever had before. Mum’s youngest brother died from Leukaemia when he was just 4 years old.
Mum’s older sister passed the eleven plus and so did mum and her younger sister. The family struggled to afford the uniforms for Grammar School. Mum said she felt guilty that her mother had gone without things so the girls had correct uniform. She left school and went to work in the lab at ICI in Stowmarket as a paint tester.
Mum became a widow when she was pregnant with me at age just 28. Although she married my real dads older brother after 3 years on her own with me, I’m not sure she was ever happy.
She was never a ‘best friend’ as I hear other people saying about their mothers and I was definitely not a good daughter.
| Mum in younger, happier times |
