One of my granddaughters asked me how different my childhood was to hers.
The answer to that question could fill several books! One thing stands out. Today in all the families I know, life revolves around thechildren. In my day, we fitted into the adult life pattern. However, we were as mischievous as children still are.
I asked you if you would share with our readers the naughty things that you did. Only ladies responded. You men must believe you were little angels! Ann, when quarrelling with her elder brothers, threw her shoe at them and broke the stained glass in their front door. It’s lucky they weren’t in church!
Becky was on holiday at Butlins and kept “stealing” the jugglers balls until he gave her one. Cathy, when shopping for her grandparents, always nibbled the bread on her way home. What stopped her? She was so busy eating that she walked into a lamppost.
Iris and her friend took a day off school to sell poppies. They expected to be in trouble, but when the teacher heard what they had done, the class all clapped them. Merle’s exploit could have had serious consequences. She led a group of friends over some barbed wire and into a park. Luckily, the park keeper chased them out as the park was mined!
Was I a good child? My first day at infant school I had my knees smacked. What was my crime? I had my legs crossed. We weresupposed to sit with feet side by side. Can you imagine that happening today? At the age of three, I took a large bite out of a huge tomato that my father had intended to show in the fruit section of the local flower show. Sent up to my bedroom as a punishment, I passed my parents room and seeing the almost finished back of a jumper (we called sweaters that) that my mother had proudly knitted, I unpicked the whole thing.
Finally, and I don’t think it was my fault, I had my head stuck between the bars of the bear pit at Bristol Zoo! My Dad rushed off for the keeper to help him widen the gap between the bars. My mother was crying because a bear had climbed the pole and looked ready to leap across at me.
I won’t tell you all the naughty things I did after the age of 5. Suffice it to say, on one school report from Redmaids it said “Esmé is a disturbing influence in the form”, and I was form leader!
Try to be good won’t you!
Esmé
The answer to that question could fill several books! One thing stands out. Today in all the families I know, life revolves around thechildren. In my day, we fitted into the adult life pattern. However, we were as mischievous as children still are.
I asked you if you would share with our readers the naughty things that you did. Only ladies responded. You men must believe you were little angels! Ann, when quarrelling with her elder brothers, threw her shoe at them and broke the stained glass in their front door. It’s lucky they weren’t in church!
Becky was on holiday at Butlins and kept “stealing” the jugglers balls until he gave her one. Cathy, when shopping for her grandparents, always nibbled the bread on her way home. What stopped her? She was so busy eating that she walked into a lamppost.
Iris and her friend took a day off school to sell poppies. They expected to be in trouble, but when the teacher heard what they had done, the class all clapped them. Merle’s exploit could have had serious consequences. She led a group of friends over some barbed wire and into a park. Luckily, the park keeper chased them out as the park was mined!
Was I a good child? My first day at infant school I had my knees smacked. What was my crime? I had my legs crossed. We weresupposed to sit with feet side by side. Can you imagine that happening today? At the age of three, I took a large bite out of a huge tomato that my father had intended to show in the fruit section of the local flower show. Sent up to my bedroom as a punishment, I passed my parents room and seeing the almost finished back of a jumper (we called sweaters that) that my mother had proudly knitted, I unpicked the whole thing.
Finally, and I don’t think it was my fault, I had my head stuck between the bars of the bear pit at Bristol Zoo! My Dad rushed off for the keeper to help him widen the gap between the bars. My mother was crying because a bear had climbed the pole and looked ready to leap across at me.
I won’t tell you all the naughty things I did after the age of 5. Suffice it to say, on one school report from Redmaids it said “Esmé is a disturbing influence in the form”, and I was form leader!
Try to be good won’t you!
Esmé
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