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Childhood Memories (Beep Beep Georgie!!) [Dec. 5th, 2003|07:35 am]
Miss Von Trapp
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[Music |Brain full of Panto songs...and lines lines lines!!]

Panto rehearsals were a blast as usual...still with sand between the toes...Tech Run happens on Sunday and Dress Run on Tuesday...opens on Wednesday!!!!!


Must make sure I know my lines properly...I do really, but I worry lol

Spent the night at work talking to Jui-ehh!! sharing childhood reminiscences...


Dad had a proper clinker-built (made in the Isle of Wight in a traditional wooden way) 12ft (?) National Racer sailing boat when I was growing up, proper sails and everything...which my mother sold a few years back...

We used to go out in it ALL the time, even when I was very young...and I'd sail properly with dad, with tacking and ducking the boom...no outboard motors or anything all over the place...often out to the breakwater, but in the summer we'd always go and stay at my Aunts farm cottage in East Portlemouth, where we'd go to the beach everyday...I'd have a 2-ball screwball icecream and a fizzbomb sweet from the ice-cream van...and sailing as much as possible...across to Salcombe and out past the harbour...

One time, we went across to Salcombe for the firework festival, and on this ocasion we left the sails at home, and hired an outboard motor. We went across to Salcombe and had fish and chips, (I was about 7...maybe younger) but, when we went to come home again the outboard motor wouldn't start...so dad had to row us all the way across back to the Portlemouth side of the water.

It was pitch black...and we were lit only by fireworks as they went off...and we finally got to a random beach miles away from where we parked with no idea where we were. I told my younger sister that the shadows of the trees that the fireworks kept making was hot oil and if it touched her she'd burn...so she screamed, dad had to pull the boat up onto the beach and leave it there, and we had to walk ages back to find the car...

I loved sailing...I had a real 'Swallows and Amazons' upbringing...I'd go out in my Aunts Shrimper all round Itchenor and Sussex...and we'd trace maps of Hayling Island and reinvent them as Never lands with pirate coves and charcoal burners cottages...and Grandpa bought me all the Arthur Ransome books...a new one everytime we went...I loved sniffing the freshly inked pages...mmmm new book smell!! He also used to take me to the Britain's toy shop in the Mall in Salisbury and buy me a new model American Indian...I still have them all!!

I also used to spend a lot of time with granny (dad's mother), painting landscapes, flowers, trees, horses...near her house in Fleet, and building dens and teepees behind the summerhouse/wooded trees in her huge backgarden, before being called in for scrambled eggs on toast and orange juice.

When we visited my Grandparents in Salisbury there was a river nearby and a huge field, with woods that went all the way down to the old mill...spent many happy summers wading in the river, fishing with a string and jamjar and climbing/digging in the woods...we used to dig a trap, cover it with twigs and leaves and hide up a tree waiting for some poor cyclist to lose their front wheel in it...

I spent a lot of time collecting feathers, making bows and arrows and either playing at being an american indian, gypsy or Robin of Sherwood...wishing I was filming nature documentaries...noting animal/bird activity...being a jungle explorer and having all sorts of adventures along the way...that kind of thing...and tearing around on my bicycle in the same route over and over...really fast down the hill toward the river with my feet on the handlebars, ready to make a sharp turn at the bottom lest I end up in the river...and launching our bikes off 'the bump' (a big grassed-over chalk mound with one sheer end) in the middle of the field...up the easy side...straight off the top at the other and carry on down to the river...

Once got my sister stuck up a tree as I broke off a crucial branch below...grandpa had to get the ladder out...and we found an abandoned nest of duck eggs...my sister put the egg in her pocket...got hit by a cricket ball on the field and stank for a day hehe...not to mention the soft velvety dead mole we found, which she kept until grandpa found it and binned it...we got it out again and gave it a proper burial...

Other mean things I did to my sister included pinching her forehead till it bled and pushing her out of the highchair when she was really little...trapping her in the garage at home when mum had six boiling fowl (dead chickens) hanging and dripping in there in the dark...and we used to play 'Houdini'...tying each other up upside down in the wardrobe and timing each other to get out...hehehe so much fun tho!!

Every Sunday back in Plymouth we'd visit my great grandmother for tea in her ridiculously huge house at the top of Hartley...lots of rooms to explore and a massive garden with wild area at the bottom for fantastic den building...watch Cine Films of old family members sometimes...and then we'd have homemade steak pie, pink wafers and clotted cream...the only thing I didn't like was the full cream milk in the tea...poured with a proper tea leaf strainer...the leaves and creamy bits always made me sick...

I did a lot of horseriding between 13 and 16 too, out at Yelverton...and was obsessive about horses for a long time...I'd still prefer a pony if I had the choice between that and being able to drive...


I could drivel on for hours...and really ought to write down all my memories for when my mind starts getting too raggedy round the edges...

But that was the most of what Jui-ehh!! and I talked about tonight...including school trips, my fun at band camp, girls brigade camp and farm holidays...

All in all, had a really fun night at work talking, despite the crummy addresses...

Ho hum, staying up now to dye my hair...roots are showing and I won't have time later...

Ta ra for now:)

From: sirmankey
2003-12-05 01:12 am (UTC)
Pink wafers are the most vile thing known to mankind. That's one very strong memory that I have...

Pinching someone's forehead until it bled must have been quite a pinching session, unless you had 6" razor sharp nails. Memories are great aren't they? But the thought for the day is, tomorrow is just a memory waiting to happen. I thank you.
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[User Picture]From: etceterate
2003-12-05 02:25 am (UTC)
You didn't happen to have 'lashings of ginger beer' at any point did you?
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2003-12-05 11:09 am (UTC)
Quite a lot actually hehe...and picnics in the New Forest where I would wander off and explore...
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From: rakija
2003-12-05 03:57 am (UTC)
You should definitely write them all down, I really enjoyed reading this. It's so completely opposite to my childhood.
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2003-12-05 11:18 am (UTC)
Thankyou! I think I will!!

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