From the category archives:

Jan’s story (memoir)

Old friends

by Jan on August 13, 2009

Is this my time to turn away? Bask in the warmth of now and turn my back on history? I was angry, I was always enraged. You, in all your guises, brought me relief. But now, with you or thinking of any one of you and the way you still do not respect me (and [...]

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Mother – an end and a beginning

by Jan on July 14, 2009

My mother died in 1995. I was with her in the last couple of days of her life and I kept a journal. I think that was the first time I ever used writing as a tool to get me through a difficult situation. Later that year  I started the journal about my life which [...]

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11+ hothousing – plus ça change

by Jan on July 7, 2009

A memory from this baby boomer’s childhood The top class at my junior school had a reputation to maintain. As a matter of course a good 90%+ of the pupils passed the 11+ and went to either the boys’ grammar school or the girls’ high school. I must be clear that this was not because [...]

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When your best friend’s a biscuit

by Jan on July 4, 2009

We took our little chap to a cafe yesterday. Having popped him into a highchair, we ordered him some ‘bapple juice’ and, as doting parents and grandparents must do many times a day, fell for the Children’s Menu’s promise of a ‘Shortbread Sheep’. With indulgent smiles we ordered this sugary treat for our sweet boy [...]

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Firhill – let’s pretend

by Jan on June 8, 2009

A cubby hole in the kitchen, where a servant used to sleep, now housed the ironing and the safe, and became a stage for my endless theatrical performances. The costumes for these extravaganzas were housed upstairs in the tiny box room where a chest contained my great grandmother’s Victorian and Edwardian clothes. Every afternoon, whilst [...]

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