Re: Family Favourites
Re: Family Favourites
I think my brother (who passed away) was - and with good reason, he was a lovely person with a great heart. Everyone who knew him loved him - he was a bit of an angel none of us minded because we knew it was with good reason.Re: Family Favourites
No - I only had one brother (who I found dear a good few years ago now) who was 8 years older than I was. Mum preferred my big brother always and although I was a bit of a "Daddy's" girl, I wasn't a favourite!! Never bothered me though! Helped me stand on my own two feet from a very very early age! I hate favouritism though and perhaps that was the reason!Re: Family Favourites
I got on the best with my maternal grandmother, whom I loved very much. She wasn't a cuddly granny, and later in life I discovered the others were a little afraid of her. But we got on well. She lived with us during my young childhood having her own set of rooms within our large house. I would escape there when in the deep proverbial with my parents to try to avoid the inevitable thrashing which my misdeeds usually incurred. The worst hiding I ever got was after a church party when I was 14. They saw me kissing a boy who wasn't what they considered my social equal! The sky fell in when I arrived home!Re: Family Favourites
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I was the eldest of two girls, but only by 18 months. Because I was the eldest I was expected to be the "responsible and sensible" one, which looking back was not really fair - 18 months wasn't that much difference. It seemed to me that my younger sister was the favourite one to my mother, because she always got away with so much more than I did. I was the awkward and difficult one who wouldn't comply, but had to carry the responsibility. My dad knew how things were for me and made up for it by spending a lot of his time with me - we were so much alike, where my sister was more like my mum and allowed herself to be a baby for much longer. Things always remained like that all through adult life. Funny thing that after my dad died it was me my mother turned to to look after all her business affairs and make sure she was OK, where my sister visited once a week for an hour or so and that was it. No regrets though, but I do think that whether you are oldest, youngest or inbetweeny affects how you are when you are grown.
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