Today would have been my
mums 76th birthday.
As you know I did not have
the greatest of relationships with my Mum.She was moody, miserable, bitchy a lot
of the time. She was also very funny, kind hearted, great with old people..would
give you the shirt off her back.. great sense of humour..we once almost got
thrown off a bus for the uncontrollable giggles caused by a man sitting oppisite
us with this huge bandage on his nose..one look at him and her and I were
off...it was terrible!! the more we tried to stop the worse it got... LOL She
cried at the Waltons and Little House on the Prarie.. she loved dogs..we had a
Red Setter called Tramp for 14 years.. she walked him 3 miles every
day..sometimes twice...she could do cartwheels, juggle, ride a moterbike, never
learned to drive..she tried a few times but always gave up she was way too
nervous.. she made Christmas very very special.. she would begin "hoarding" food
as early as September..she kept it all under th stairs...she loved Malteasers
(english candy similar to whoppers) she smoked..in her later years rolled her
own to save money.. I saw her get into at least 3 fist fights with women...she
had a terrible temper...one time this girl was after me..said I had been after
her boyfirend..my Mum drug her out the pub by her hair and told her she ever so
much as looked at me wrong she would be back... ;-) She loved Country and
Western music and dancing and slot machines. she was the life and soul of the
party and no one would ever believe the way she was at home..she was terrified
of Doctors, hospitals and had a morbid fear of choking.. she chewed her food
into tiny pieces to avoid that....if we ever got hurt as kids she would go get
the neighbours because she would panic......she once knocked two ornaments
together while dusting and smashed them and cut her palms badly..she had to have
stitches and they pretty much had to put her to sleep to do them..LOL...she was
always dusting, hoovering, would come in on a saturday morning when I was trying
to sleep in and open the curtains and the bloody windows and start hoovering
around me...LOL.. she would spit on a hanky and wipe off my face as a kid
ewwwwwwwwww...she was only just 5' tall..she was one of twins..her twin died at
birth..she was born in a workhouse..she only weighed 2lb.. she never met her dad
he was an alcoholic and died of Cirrosis of the liver.. her family was very
poor.. she had 2 sisters and 3 brothers...hr real name was Diana but veryone
called her babe as she was the youngest.. I once watched her and her sister get
into a fight..my dad and my uncle had to sperate them with a water hose...LOL..
she was very very passionate... she would defend us kids to the very
end...looking back I can see we had far more happy times than sad...but when I
reached puberty that was it..we fought on and off for years..she semed to be
jealous of me..she begrudged me the relationship I had with my dad..she felt
like it was us against her...the things she said and did to me were awful..she
hit me..she calld me all the names under the sun...she hated with the same
passion she loved...but at the end of the day I can say that she loved me and
she did her best...she grew up in a time when you didn't talk about womens
problems, depression was not an option, I know she suffered from it though, and
I know she had a terrible time with menopause but never asked for help... and I
can admit I was a typical moody teenager. I just wish things could have been
different.. I wish we could have had the kind of relationaship I have with my
daughter... that is the one good thing that came out of it..I was determined to
not be the way she was...
Anyways...
No Happy Returns Mum...just
happy memories till we meet again..night night God Bless....
Lyn
