You take the good with the bad

this is not about me having a bad day..or even about me having a good day...
God knows I am grateful of all my days/blessings

this is about what eva kind of day/week/etc I have...and the fact I can never share this experience with the people I once held so dear 💔
sure I believe that my Mam n Dad look down and watch over me every day...but its still not the same 




'Hey Mam.... we got a new grand child'....
'Hey Dad....come and av a drive in our new car...'
'luv ya and miss ya'
Dont misunderstand me ...I have beautiful kids and grandkids...and I Thank the Lord fornthem every day...but it dosnt stop the needing for ye parents,,,
So if you still have yours....go visit them...ring them..share things with them
Cus if theres one thing I can tell you for sure.....they wont be here for ever......

Danny Boy..... for the people we miss

When ever I hear this haunting tune it immediatly reminds me of my dear old dad.
Dosnt matter what i'm doing or where I am...or who I'm with......it just stops me in my tracks....and reminds me how much I miss him

If we were at home and it came on he would sing it and even if we were out in the public house ( pub/inn ) he would sing
....I can see him now, wih his flat cap on just bordering his softt hazel eyes, 
with his pint in front of him and his hand rolled cigarette between his berry brown fingers.....the bits of bacca ( tabacco ) would escape out of the end of the roll up ( cigarette ) and get on to his lip and he would gently spit with his tongue tween his lips till he managed to disard the bit of bacca......
His manner was quiet and understated ...never in your face or rude...never loud or lairy...respectable, old fashioned and well mannered was my dad....
His look was memorable to say the least.....his square manly jaw and strong roman nose was rugged to say the least...his eyes were almond in shape......teamed with his dark weathered skin and ever so slightly ruddy cheeks...the look was complete with a genuine honest kind smile......yes memorable was a good word to use for my dad.
And yes its fair to say I miss You every single day Dad......

From good Stock part 1

A bit about the Gentleman that is my Dad.....

He was the eldest of 3 boys and a a sister who died in infancy.....1926 was the year that saw the arrival of this amazin man who i am proud to say was my Dad.....he was bought up in a quite strict family, to have manners and respect for his parents and any one who was older than himself.  He was quite a sight to behold by all accounts ( I was once told by a lady who knew him from going to the same dances, that he was the most hansome man in the dance, and that it wasnt only her who thought so.) His first wife was from an Irish imigrant family, as was his family a generation or 2 before.......which meant that she was as wild and fiery as he was, and a good match for his fiery temper, resulting in them fighting often, mostly between themselves!!!!   He was a good dancer, as was she, and they cut a very hansome sight on the floor.  When they were'nt on the dance floor they woud be seen roaring round on an Ariel motorcycle. At this time in his life, you really wouldnt want to get on the wrong side of my Dad, and it wasnt unheard of for people to cross over on to the other side of the road to avoid him...(please do not misunderstand me, he was not a bully, he was a sociable kind man, but would not put up with being S**t on or messed around.(this could of been after his time in the army, or may b he was just born like it,  who knows, but one thing for sure he would never do someone a bad turn if he couldnt do them agood one )

I wasnt around at the time of his first marriage so cannot speak from personal experience but people say his temper was a lot worse after he came back from serving in Burma during the 2nd world war as a Chindit ). Who Knows....only him!!!

  But sadly his marriage ended in divorce, which was soon followed by his x leaving the area and taking my half sister and brother to live about 120 miles away, which meant he did not see them, and i dont suppose that did anything to improve his temper.  Something which i dont think he ever forgave his x for.

Sadly i did not know this strong confident man, by the time i was born he would be late in his 30's and had quietened down somewhat.. ( I did say somewhat !!! )



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So my poor old Dad was not very lucky in love.We ( my sister and I ) were the result of his second marriage, which was to my Mam.  Even though my Dad treated her like a princess, and worked 24/7 to give her everythin she needed...it was never going to be enough.....my wild Mam wanted to Party!!!! so this marriage didnt fare any better than his first, his marriage to my mam only lasted about 3/4 years!( and i have to admit was all my Mams fault...bless her.)

Some of the things i remember about him was his cars...weird that even tho i was a child...probably under 10, i can remember he had a blue Wolsey and that it had pull down tables in the back of the front seats....i remember thinking it was really cool when he picked us up on a Sunday to take us out, he would turn up in this massive motor....funny thing they dont seem that big now....it made me feel like i was special


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Another of my dads motors was a Zephyr 6...dont ask how i remember, cuz i dont know ,  but i also remember it was green... can see it now.....it was very long n very fancy......n i thought it was the bees knees     
He would pick us up from my Mams on a Sunday morning n drop us back at 6 on a Suday t-time.
Quite often we'd call n pik up my Grannie  ( on my Dads side ) then go to the common....we had many happy days spent running round the common on sunny days.....lol and quite often rainy days too.....
where we'd run n play hide n seek...n other games while Grannie watched on, we alway had an ice-cream  ( i cant remember what we had, but i do remember my Grannie always had a 'shell' ) 
 happy dayz
Part 2 to come !!!!!!

Trouble Waters

 Like a Bridge over Troubled water
Lifes not always how you expect it to be...still waters never run smooth...n all that
As a child, luckily we dont come with great expectations...most of us just plod along and soak up whats dealt out to us good or bad.....
And thankfully for most of us...we dont get to see in advance, what our life holds for us...
So i was born into a pretty nice family from what i'm told...a beautiful Mam, well spoken with long auburn hair and green eyes, and a handsome hardworking reliable Dad, dark as ebony with chocolate brown eyes set in a strong square face, strong n silent in character..we lived in a nice detached house..which in those days was pretty damn good...
when i was 2 my beautiful sister was born....with huge dark eyes and a mass of beautiful dark hair....she was a beauty....( she was so beautiful that Pears soap company approached my dad for photographs of her...to which my dad swiftly told them where they could go.....)

So far so good...

But true to form...my beautiful Mam got bored....(every one said she would....so with my older brother, from her 1st husband, myself and my baby sister, she left my dad...to chase sum young bit of 'eye candy' who her younger sister had got the hots for.....)

He was younger than my dad, who was 12 years my Mams senior, he was also younger than my Mam, she liked a challenge, (God forbid, she was gonna find out just how much of a challenge) a drunkard and a bully, who had no manners and no money!!!! once hed spent his wages in the boozer.....

So after a few weeks on frends/relatives floor ( a single woman with 3 kids was never gonna be the type of house guest someone wanted to hang on to for long) Mam found shed got no where to go, God love her...even her own parents didnt want to know,,,cuz they had her younger sister who was also single with a child!!!!!

Things did not look good.....

So yes....she abandoned us...probably, to her, it didnt seem like that was what she was doin at the time .

She wanted to be young free and single, partying..... At 22 she definitley did not want to be happily married and settled.

...thank the Lord she left us somewhere my dear old Dad could collect us...which is exactly what he did.....he was our bridge over troubled waters

He welcomed us back with open arms, but what coud he do...he had to work......he relied on the help of a very special Lady....who was there for me then and during some of my lowest times of my life....

Angels come in many forms and appear when u least expect it

Dont be sad for us ...this isnt a sad story cuz we grew up and i'm telling the story...and u know what.....to me, my Mam ??  

''Simply the Best''    My Dad ????  A true gentleman.. A Saint!!! who's halo occasionally slipped, but thats another story!!!