MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER
After the trauma of her birth, I loved her dearly and. She was very quick picking things up and learning. She started to talk in her own little way before
her words could be understood. As her mother I realised that I knew what she was trying to say and when my mum talked over her, I told that she was saying to something to her and what it was.
If I said I needed
to brush my hair, she would pick up the hair
brush and bring it to me and various other things that I mentioned. She soon learned to speak, and was very humorous as well. She called me in to see a volcano having
When she was abut 8 months old, I took her in to work to show my ladies in the staff restaurant. I had my lovely little twin nephews with me who were 3 years older. I left her in her push chair for
the ladies to come over and see her. Immediately my two nephews turned the pushchair to face the wall and then both stood guard over here. They weren’t going to let anyone get a look at her!
When she was about 3, I was trying to screw back the handle on the bath that controlled the plug. She asked me what I was trying to do and I showed. She took the screwdriver and tightened up the screw for me.
There were no nursery schemes then, so she went to a little play school, but didn’t like that very much. As I went back to work for a couple of week days when she was 3 months old, she stayed with a lady who had borought up 3
boys, was a brilliant cook and as far as I was concerned, an expert mother.
She had them wrapped around her fingers and the whole family used to made a great fuss
of her. As she constantly slept for the first 2 years of her life, she used to have her afternoon nap in the cot next to their bed. One her childminder head a voice calling her on the landing. She had jumped out of her cot on to the bed and gone to the top
of the stairs, so it had to be moved further over.
I bought a kind of hard biscuit called Toothy Pegs when she was teething and that ended when she actually bit
it in half with her gums.
I arranged for her to go to a little private school, which was quite reasonable in price then (I couldn’t afford it now}and she started their at 4 and a half.I was first looking around the school, I was waiting to be seen, when a lady started showing me around the cloakroom.
bad ‘ere”, she said, “your daughter will be OK”. I first assumed that she worked there in some capacity, but thought I would be polite. “Is your daughter here”, I asked. “Yeh”, she said, “I’ve got
two of them, twins and they are both here”.
It certainly taught me to not judge a book by it’s cover. It turned out that here husband was a demolition contractor and they lived in a huge detached
house with electronic gates.
I went to visit once with my daughter. They had an indoor swimming pool in a conservatory on the side of the house. She had just got off the phone to her husband, as she kept mucking
up the heating controls and the water was now bubbling with the heat and he had to come back to turn it down.
Her children and my daughter were in the po ol and
came in to the kitchen with their towels to get dry. She said “don’t you just hate it when you haven’t got changing rooms attached to your pool?” As I didn’t have a pool, but realised that it would be a bit of a bind finding wet
towels all over the kitchen and house and puddles of water., made a mental note that should I ever contemplate having an indoor pool made, I would certainly not forget to insist on adjoining changing room.
When I was being shown around, it was mentioned what options there were that could be paid extra for. Ballet was one of them. We looked at the ballet class and the teacher was a roundly built woman with huge great legs. I
could not envisage her ever being a ballerina. I assumed that was a general class in the school.
“Is this the ballet class we pay extra for”, I asked.
“Oh yes”, was the reply. Book, cover, judging comes back in to mind.
When she first started at the school, I used to drop her off in her class and she would start to cry. I would stand in the car
park, wondering what on earth I had done and another parent would come along and tell me that my daughter was laughing and playing just after I had gone. It was also a chance to brush her long hair, in the classroom, without her making too much of a fuss.
One particular day, I brought a long a half a hair brush, ie, the handle was missing. “Mummy”, she said, at the top of her voice in the classroom, “that’s
the brush you broke when you hit me with it”.
I hurriedly explained that I was chasing her with the brush in my hand and I tried and caught her with the brush, causing the handle to break off. Broken fingers
I quickly explained what had really had happen ed.
“Don’t worry”, said her teacher, “ I hear so many things and take them with a pinch of salt, except possibly
when they tell me that their daddy is away working and mummy’s “friend” comes and stays with her”.
When she was about 6, she came home
one night and said she was going upstairs to do a project for school. A little while later, she came downstairs and asked us what “vagina” meant. My husband sort of coughed and looked at me as if to say “over to you”.
I assumed that she was completing some kind of biology project. I had always decided to discuss things openly with her and not be like my mother was with me.
Off I went, explaining that
vagina was the proper name for whatever pet name we called it. Every family has a different one, but you get the general idea. Not content to stop there, I tackled the subject of puberty, and what it would start to look like when she became a teenager. Now
I was really on a roll and decided to go in with the piece de resistance, - the male equivalent.
Off I spouted, explaining the proper term for “willy”
ie, penis. boys became teenagers and then with a flourish, I ended with the fact that some time later in life they are used to produce babies when male and females get together.
When I finished, she look at me and
asked “Why is the Queen called one then”.
The look of horror on my face when the realisation dawned weas apparently, according to my husband, was priceless. Especially as he was prostrate on the settee
crying with laughter.
“Oh”, I said. “You mean Regina”. “Yes mummy”, I am doing a history project.
I think the going rate at the time was 50 p for a tooth under the pillow for the fires. One morning she was quite upset. It transpired that she had had a tooth come out just as she was going to sleep
and she put it under her pillow and there was nothing left for her. I had to gently explain that she must tell mummy and daddy and show them the tooth, so we could tell the faires!
My mum used to love seeing her. When I was going to give blood one day, I took her with us so she could look after my daughter while I was in there. She was taking her along to the cafe and asked what she ate. I told, sausage, spaghetti bolognaise,
When I met them in there afterwards, the poor child was practically hidden behind a giant mound of spag bol and a very large sausage. My mum said that she
hadn’t eaten much. I replied that I expect it was because I meant one or the other, as a child’s portion!
She got a long rally well at school and was
put a class ahead for her year. She also took exams in LAMDA, learning poetry and prose and explaining the meaning of terms used.
She never wanted to go on trips away with the school and got so upset nearer the
time that she made herself unwell and couldn’t go. Later on when she was at the Grammar school, I was talking to the mother of one of her classmates who asked if she was all ready to China next week. My face must have been a picture as I had a clue what
she was talking about.
When I got home and asked my daughter she said that were offered the trip when she first started there with the option of saving up for
it over 4 years to go. I didn't want to go so I told them you were too poor to send me and I knew they wouldn’t argue with that.
It was a shame as I had said before that she should take any opportunity to
go on trips and those of you who have read previous chapters of m y autobiography will know how poor we were and there was no chance of me going on a school trip abroad.
As she was a year ahead at school, she was too young to take her 11+ with the other girls in the class, so had to do the whole year again. This actually worked in her favour as when her father was seriously ill, she came up to the north-east with me
for a couple of weeks.
She passed her 11+. She was good at English (hopefully inherited from me and maths (not from me as again you may have read that I have
never taken a maths exam in my life) but from her father, who also gave her her good looks. Her verbal reasoning was excellent and had been from a little child. As she had passed the 3 parts she could go to a certain grammar school, which I couldn't go to
as I only passed English and Arithmetic (fluke????) and wasn’t eligible so I went to went to another one.
She really wasn’t happy to go to this Grammar school, but I don’t think she wanted to go
to any big school. To bribe her, I signed her up for riding lessons, which she took to like a duck to water.
Her father died before he knew she had passed, but
he had wanted her to go.
She never wanted to go on trips away with the school and got so upset nearer the time that she made herself unwell and couldn’t go. Later on when she was at the Grammar school, I was
talking to the mother of one of her classmates who asked if she was all ready to China next week. My face must have been a picture as I had a clue what she was talking about.
When I got home and asked my daughter
she said that were offered the trip when she first started there with the option of saving up for it over 4 years to go. I didn't want to go so I told them you were too poor to send me and I knew they wouldn’t argue with that.
It was a shame as I had said before that she should take any opportunity to go on trips and those of you who have read previous chapters of m y autobiography will know how poor we were and there was no chance of me going on a school trip abroad.
After he passed away, I took her to Lapland that Christmas. We went for a weekend, but it was a trip of a life time. We
flew over first class on Air Maersk. I must explain to those of you who have ready about my fear of flying, the return journey was going to be on Concorde and my theory was that if anything happened to that it would be so quick, there wouldn’t be time
On the trip over with Air Maersk we were sitting on big leather seats with our food on porcelain plates etc. There were miniature bottles of wine which
were given out freely. I started to wonder why people said there was no room to sit properly or stretch on a plane until I looked round and saw the people at the back in tiny seats with plastic trays on their laps. Then I remembered I was in first class.
Father Christmas came and saw us off the plain and we got in to a an executive coach. It was early afternoon and already dark. There were no problems with the road which
were covered in snow. The hotel room was warm and the quilts were out of this world, thin but warm. There was a television in the room and the first thing children do, is put the TV on. As she was flicking through the channels, I looked and to my horror she
had found a porn channel which was showing, what I can describe as very rough porn. I snatched the remote control out of her her hand and tried to turn it off. I felt sick in side and she was in tears wondering what was happening. I had brought her to see
Father Christmas in Lapland and that was on TV.
Outside the window the street looked lovely with little glowing braziers intermittently placed. I wanted to walk
and see the beautiful street lights etc, very understated and not like ours.
She didn’t want to come, but I I couldn’t leave her on her own as she
was likely to put the TV on and look for the channel I had made such a fuss about. She was also too young to leave on her own.
Apart from that we had a lovely
time. We went out on skidoos to the Artic Circle. The skidoos were two seaters and I found myself with the only option but to to get on the back of one with a man I didn’t know. My daughter had been put in the sleigh with the other children.
Suddenly I saw an empty skidoo and tried my best to climb on but it seemed huge. A voice behind me said that it was his but to get on anyway. Apparently, I was trying to climb on to the one belonging to the guide. This was
like a massive motorbike on skis, not the little fiddly things the others were on which also had speed limiters.
It was brilliant. We shot off ahead, with him
standing up and turning around to see behind him and we moved at a very fast pace. When I got off, my daughter’s face was bright red and not with the cold. “ I wondered who that silly person was trying to climb on to the bike and then you took
your hat off and I realised that it was you!
We went to an adventure playground in the snow, slid down snow hills on plastic pads and travelled around the trees
in a circle on a flat sledge pulled by a reindeer who knew the route and went round by itself.
There was a log cabin where we had food and then found out that it was mashed potato and reindeer! Reindeer skins were
on the chairs. It certainly was a self sufficient business.
That evening we had a wonderful buffet with every conceivable kind of food on it. Then we looked out the window and saw Father Christmas and his reindeer
walked through the snow and trees. It was magical.
We all got a gift from him. He seemed to like the mothers sitting on his knee.
When it was time to go we were taken to the airfield in a coach and driven up to Concorde. Around the whole perimeter wire of the airfield, must have been the population of Lapland who had come to see it take off. It arrived and departed twice a year,
the two weekends before Christmas.
I had requested and got Seat A and B which the Queen or various celebrities always had. The mach counter was in front of me. Our stewards were three ringed pilots and explained
the workings to us every step of the way. The cock pit was tiny. The nose was down and only lifted when we took off.
They asked us if we wanted to go supersonic
and of course we all yelled “YES PLEASE”. We had to wait until we were 8 miles above the ground, away from land mass as the boom would break windows. When we were ready, they explained ned that the fuel rolled along the pipes under the floor to
the front of the plane to boost it. It was a very audible when this happened. You didn’t feel you were travelling a great speed. It was also a quite noisy plane. The seats were leather and huge,.
Again we had a meal on best china, but they weren’t so generous with the wine. The champagne was poured out in to little glasses. Air Maersk won hands down with their alcohol serving.
We were coming in to land at Heathrow which is the only British airfield that is long enough to take it, other planes must give it priority, ie , if they are coming in to land and Concorde was coming in, they had to fly back up again.
There was no circling and dropping down gradually, the altimeter would read 10.000, 9,000 etc in quick succession then the wheels hit the runway. We had to sit in the brace position, ie, bending forward with our heads in our hands.
It then sped along at 200 miles for ages until it came to a half.
It was an amazing experience. When I got off, I forgot Christmas wasn’t here yet, as I felt as if I had really experienced it properly. My
daughter had had a bit of a snuffly cold when we left for Lapland and it had completely gone when we got back. I think it mustshave been the fresh air and the pine forests.
There was no passport control as we were from Concorde, but we had to wait over an hour for our baggage, which put a bit of a dampener on it.
When I got
back I sent a letter to the company thanking them and telling them how wonderful it had been. In a separate one attached to it, I put in my complaint about the extreme porn on the TV there.
They investigated and
sent me a reply. Apparently, as I had gone first class, it was part of the package and free of charge. They also sent me a copy of the Finnish instructions which apparently were by the TV with the tiny English translation which was on them.
Apparently as I was a First Class customer, it was part of the package and complimentary. If I wanted to stop it I needed to inform reception.
Silly me, I should have read the notice thoroughly before my daughter put the TV on to check for my complimentary porn and get it turned off! I think the hotel was actually looking in to their policy after this, especially when it was full of children
meeting Father Christmas.
As she got older, I could obviously be an embarrassed t to her, such as the time we were in a department store and she was in another aisle, when she heard stuff crashing to the ground.
Apparently I had swung round with hand bag. She was off like a flash, waiting outside for me.
Another time I was pushing a laden trolley at the Savacentre. I don’t
know how I did it but somehow I manager to slip down under the trolley with my hands clinging on the handle.
“Get up”, she hissed at me. Unfortunately,
I could do not such thing as I was helpless with laughter, still clinging on to the handles., but she didn’t see the funny side, just an embarrassing mother!
She went in to the 6th form at the Grammar
school, but didn’t want top go to university. Instead when she left she went to a local accountancy firm who paid for her training and has been there ever.
I know have two lovely grandchildren. My granddaughter
looks and acts like her mother and my grandson is a miniature version of his father.
I love them all very much.