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Happy Mothers' Day to you and our readers. Happy Grandmothers' Day or Special Aunty Day as well! Have a great day, full of love, with your family.
When I think of my mother, some of my happiest memories are from the 1950's when Mum stayed at home while Dad went to work. Our playground was simple and natural; with the freedom to roam we made our own fun most of the time and with no such thing as boredom. Singing around the piano; Sunday drives; reading and sewing, filled our days
Our food was fresh - endless happy hours were spent on the walnut tree swing - that is when we weren't eating the garden produce, a glorious bounty of fruit trees; apples, peaches, apricots, gooseberry, raspberry, black and red currents eetc. Mum made all her own jams, chutneys, pickles and bottled fruit. There was always a fragrant offering simmering on the blackened top of the fuel stove. Cakes, biscuits, coconut ice, toffee with nuts and sultanas and amazing chocolate cake all appeared with miraculous regularity.
In the 1950's, women's fashion included hats, especially the pillbox, white or cream gloves which were also worn with everything, with fur added to almost every collar and cuff.
I don't remember any of the above - just her apron and the way my mother's upper lip twitched when I came home with 100% in Spelling. Or making (and tasting) Christmas puddings which were then hung in the laundry. Perhaps I recall through my stomach!
Clara x
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ps - Check out the healthier food choices I make today - http://fitinyourjeanscuisine.blogspot.com C
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Happy Mothers' Day to you and our readers. Happy Grandmothers' Day or Special Aunty Day as well! Have a great day, full of love, with your family.
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| Mum (left) on a good figure day with our special Aunty Kit |
Our food was fresh - endless happy hours were spent on the walnut tree swing - that is when we weren't eating the garden produce, a glorious bounty of fruit trees; apples, peaches, apricots, gooseberry, raspberry, black and red currents eetc. Mum made all her own jams, chutneys, pickles and bottled fruit. There was always a fragrant offering simmering on the blackened top of the fuel stove. Cakes, biscuits, coconut ice, toffee with nuts and sultanas and amazing chocolate cake all appeared with miraculous regularity.
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| Best eater in the world - (left) with best cook |
She had a sweet tooth, consequently struggled with her weight, but cooking was her way of showing love. I was her greatest fan, praised for my enthusiastic efforts and held up as a fine example to my sister who was a picky eater. Is it any wonder that I have memories of some friends of my parents saying that I would make a good 'front row forward'. I had no idea what that meant but somehow knew it wasn't what I wanted to be as I had something more like being a ballerina in mind. Mum would constantly go on "diets" and I recall her often holding in her stomach and standing sideways in order to show the progress of the diet.
In the 1950's, women's fashion included hats, especially the pillbox, white or cream gloves which were also worn with everything, with fur added to almost every collar and cuff.
I don't remember any of the above - just her apron and the way my mother's upper lip twitched when I came home with 100% in Spelling. Or making (and tasting) Christmas puddings which were then hung in the laundry. Perhaps I recall through my stomach!
Clara x
Extract from
http://www.babyboomerconnections.com.au/memoirs_of_a_babyboomer1.htm
ps - Check out the healthier food choices I make today - http://fitinyourjeanscuisine.blogspot.com C
Click on 'comment' at bottom of page to have your say or email
C...My mom was my best friend and is always on my mind, especially on Mother's Day. The one memory that stays with me vividly is that she was always there everyday, waiting for us to get home from school. On the rare day that I got home to find her gone, I can remember sitting in the window of our living room watching for her to come around the corner. She did not drive, so she would walk "downtown" to shop. I can still see her walking back home to us.
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