Throwback Thursday #50 – Are Rules Made to be Broken?.

Maggie is back and this week she has given up the prompt for her’s and Lauren’s brainchu Throwback Thursday.

Who in your family was the person who made and enforced rules?

Both really, Mum enforced them but it was Dad who made them.

Did you grow up with many rules, or was your life a little more flexible?

We had lots of rules, times to get up, bedtimes, meal times, times we had to be in, how we spoke, when we spoke. But don’t get me wrong we were loved we were happy we had fun but we were disaplined.

Were you a rule follower or a rule breaker?

A little of both.

How were discipline and – in contrast – rewards managed in your household?

Mum would shout at us and I hated that! Dad would tell us off and give us a lecture….we all hated that. I got sent to my room or to bed early.

Rewards were always verbal praise.

Were you given the opportunity to plead your case in matters of disagreement?

Yes but it generally made no difference.

What tools did your parents use – ‘I’m going to count to three’ or ‘don’t make me get up’ or a time-out chair?

“I will tell your father when he gets home.” and she did. With Dad it was just a look?

Did fear of discipline curb your desire to break or bend the rules?

Yes and No.

Did your upbringing influence the way you (as an adult) managed rules in your own home?

Yes I was not a great disciplinarian I always wanted everyone to be happy. Hubby was better at disapline than me, he is very black and white.

Were you ever ‘grounded’? Do you want to share the story?

Yes I was but I can’t remember why.

Did you break rules your parents never knew about? Want to confess and leave with a clear conscience?

Yes I did but I am not sharing.

Throwback Thursday – #40 – Birthday Blasts

It’s Lauren’s turn again to pick the theme for this week’s Throwback Thursday. The brainchild Lauren and Maggie.

Plus it was Lauren’s birthday yesterday so happy birthday Lauren. So guess what her choice is this week?

Birthday Blasts.

1) What’s your earliest birthday memory?

I really don’t remember early birthdays. One of the memories I do have is being at a party and feeling scared and uncomfortable. I remember not being able to eat the food and the hosts mother thinking it was a huge laugh.

2) What was your favorite birthday and why?

Definitely when I was thirteen and my parents bought tickets for me to see the Rolling Stones and the Yardbirds at the Albert Hall. Mum and Dad asked a neighbour’s son who was about eighteen to take me. That was an amazing birthday present.
Also my eighteenth birthday was great fun it was a fancy dress party and I went as a Greek Goddess

3) What’s the best birthday present you have ever received?

The trip to see the Stones and the Yardbirds. Though my eldest son was born a week after my 20th birthday that was a beautiful belated gift.

4) Did you ever get money as a birthday gift?

Aunts used to give us one of two pounds if we were lucky.

5) What did you like to do on your birthday as a kid?

Usually we used to have friends round to tea. Jelly ice-cream cakes and balloons.
What do you like to do now?
See the grandchildren, have a day out with the family 💜

6) Did you have birthday parties with friends or family parties.

When I was younger it was both family and friends. Then as I got older just friends.

7) Did you get to pick the food for your birthday?

Not until I was a lot older.
Did you prefer to eat a home cooked meal or to eat out at a restaurant on your birthday?
Both ways suited me fine.

8) Did your family have any fun birthday traditions?

No

Did you continue those traditions with your own kids?

No

9) Did you ever get to take the day off school on your birthday?

No

As an adult did/do you take the day off?

No

10) Have you ever had a surprise birthday party?

No

Was it a real surprise, or did you know it was coming?
No because I never had one😂😂😂😂. I have arranged a few in my time!

Bonus Question:
If you had a million dollars to spend only on your next birthday, what would you do?

I would take all my friends on an all inclusive fortnight holiday in Antigua if any money was left I’d give it to charity..

thats it for now folks.

Throwback Thursday. Holiday Meals.

Lauren is our hostess this Thanksgiving week and she chose a great topic – whether you celebrate Thanksgiving or not. The idea of a holiday meal includes any holiday occasion your family celebrates. That covers a lot of ground.

To participate, head over to Lauren’s post, read the rules and join in. Lauren gives a little guidance to get the creative juices flowing:

This week’s prompt is: Holiday Meals.  

I really don’t know how my mum used to produce such wonderful Christmas dinners, for so many people because money was so tight but she really always came up trump’s.
It all started Christmas Eve when we all went shopping with mum…. We all regardless of age had stuff to carry home. Everything was got then it was home and busy in the kitchen…mince pies were made, veg prepped, turkey stuffed, gravey prepared. The Christmas pudding and cake were made weeks before yet always tasted as fresh as if they had been made the day before. As fast as my mum made mince pies my brothers pinched them!
We had a tiny kitchen and how we all got in there to help here was a miracle.
Mum’s old gas cooker was very temperamental and often blew up.. nothing worse than singed eyebrows thank goodness.
There were eight of us plus numerous waifs and strays! No one was ever turned away from our door.
I have always followed my mum’s tradions, her menus and her panicks.
Breakfast : scrambled eggs and salmon with buckfizz.
Dinner:
Turkey and Ham or Pork or occasionally Beef. Stuffing, sausage meat, roast parsnips, carrots, sweet potatoes, potatoes, basted with honey.
Coliflower and Broccoli cheese, Brussel sprouts, peas and gravy, Yorkshire pudding, bread sauce and Cranberry sauce, apple sauce and horseradish sauce!
Christmas Pudding, Cheesecake as mice pies.

I have had Christmases with no heating, Mother in law most years even though she was not keen on me and everyone knew it. She made it clear she would rather be at her other son’s. Christmas when Hubby was ill, some when he was away. Christmas Dinner in Pubs and with relatives!

We had one Christmas in Spain but that was very odd . The two older boys were with us but we did miss the rest of the family. It’s absolutely wonderful now we have grandchildren they make Christmas so special.

I remember one year when I was about fourteen years old. Dad was washing up at our Belfast sink ( before they were fashionable) he put the plates on the draining board, we dried them and put them on the dresser behind him. What we didn’t realize was that he was lifting the clean dishes and washing them again 🤣🤣

Throwback Thursday.


Lauren is tugging at our hearts this week on Throwback Thursday Memory BlogHop which she and Maggie at, from the cave walls as we remember those best friends of our lives – our pets. Click on the link to read the rules and join in the fun.

Today’s subject: The Pets in My Life.

Mum, Me and Steve. © willowdot21.

When I was a little girl I was frightened of dogs. My mum and Dad decided to get me a dog for Christmas. The dog arrived on Christmas Eve after I had gone to bed. Somehow the whole family managed to keep it a secret from me.

As I said the dog arrived at Christmas and Dad being Dad and an Irish Catholic

Steve was a beautiful dog, red fox in colour with a white chest and a couple of socks. He was a Hienz fifty seven, a mixed breed, a mogrel a mutt. The whole family fell head over heels in love with him.

I was the youngest child of a big family ten years between myself and the next girl, eight years between me and the next boy and fourteen years between me and our eldest sister. Steve crossed all the barriers and age differences between us all. Steve was everyone’s best friend, except maybe my next brother who really did not get on with him. Why? well that was a total mystery to us all. Later when my brother had joined the army , Steve always barked at him whenever he came home on leave. It was so strange because Steve was not like that with anyone else.

Steve soon became my best friend, he was such a sweet natured dog. He let me dress him up as a baby and let me push him around in the old pushchair, or used my mum’s net curtains to regale him as a bride. He really was a cutie.

During the week we’d all take Steve for a walk but on a Sunday either a few of us or just me would be accompanied by Dad and we’d go for a long walk around the park. It was a huge park with a fishing lake , a boating lake, a play area, football pitches, tennis courts and much more. There was even a stately home and museum. The house and park originally belonged to the Rothschilds.

Steve loved his walks, he loved his food he would eat anything and everything. My dad always had to get up at 5am to go to work, Steve’s bed was in the kitchen, so he always shared dad’s porridge, infact Steve shared every meal everyone ever ate in that house.

Being a big family in a house splitting at the seams, full of many waifs and strays we always had lots of people round for Christmas and New Year. I don’t know how but there was always plenty of food and drink. One particular year I was given the job of taking people their drinks, my dad was incharge of making the drinks I was just the waitress. As the evening went on Dad noticed we were getting through a lot of drink. An investigation was started the outcome to which was: people were having a sip of their drinks then putting them down and Steve was finishing them off. …. So not only was Steve getting drunk people were drinking out of doggy glasses. . Poor Steve he was rather unwell for quite a few days. Another funny thing I remember is that my Dad , being a union man always called Steve Brother….this always made us all laugh!

I was very bullied at school and if it had not of been for Steve I would of been a very sad and lonely child. Until I met hubby. Steve had lots of adventures, he was an escapologist. He lived a long and happy life loved by us all. He was still alive when my eldest was born. Infact my two older sons still remember him.

We only had the pet when I was a child. Steve has never left my mind or my heart. Since I been married we’ve had five cats, two gerbils and two dogs…. The latest is our beautiful Ruby.

© willowdot21

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