I want to thank all those still visiting and commenting on my Flash Fiction and Short Story pieces. Really appreciated as I know that we are all tight for time in December. If you are not celebrating Christmas I know there is plenty to keep you occupied and elsewhere, so a visit here is appreciated non-the-less.
I have been caught up with family stuff. Visits by various siblings (to Mother) which has been lovely but has kept me away from writing and blogging, and housework has been taking up my time. Great to see those who live overseas of course, but coming from a large family it can get a bit over-whelming at times. Not everyone visited, otherwise I might still be buried under tons of washing up, making cups of tea and feeding the five thousand!
Seeing everyone was fun and we had a good laugh and tried not to comment on how the last few years have caught up with us all. It is really funny (odd) seeing siblings with bald patches, white hair and looking like elderly relations we used to look at in fading photos. We are too polite to make comments however, which is just as well – we can be a sarcastic lot but always funny.
Then there are the photos of the various children we have had and the comments about how grown up they all are now, and in my case and that of one brother (not visiting), how the grand children are growing up so fast too! Makes one feel ancient. The others have children who are not married or old enough to be married so the two of us who are grand parents get to show off the grand children’s photos as well.
Today I received a Christmas card from my late father’s sister (only remaining sibling of three) and in it she sent some old black and white photos for me to keep. She knows I am doing Family History, so they are very welcome. It is the first time I have seen a photo of myself as a new baby and I was quite taken aback. Mum looked like my youngest sister in the photo and for a moment I wondered why she was wearing 1950’s gear and holding a baby, until I read the back.
My aunt had included some photos of me as a two year old in Singapore looking just like one of my Grandchildren (the only girl) and even the clothes seem to have come full circle as I have seen my grand-daughter in similar outfits at that age.
There were several tiny black and white photos of my Dad in India as a child and with his younger siblings (my aunt and their late brother), and they looked so happy and care-free. They had a great life out in India with rides on camels and horses and photos of them all with the local Hills Tribesmen in all their costumes. Long gone days when they used to run around naked all day, swimming in the rivers, climbing and having fun outside – not a care in the world. No parents worrying about them drowning, being eaten by huge beasts or kidnapped by nasty people….out all day from breakfast until dinner without anyone looking for them. How times have changed.
Oh well, enough of all this. Back to work. Have a great week and catch up again soon. I shall sneak another look at the photos before getting down to business again.