Thursday, April 27, 2017
THE START OF LIFE'S JOURNEY
Hi my name is Jim. I was born in the UK in 1954 into a very big family. like most in my era I did not appreciate just how blessed I was to have been born in time when you could leave your door unlocked and all your neighbours knew each other. Unlike today when kids get home from school and go to their bedrooms to watch TV, play games on their xbox or text friends and mum brings them some junk food nuked in a microwave oven (I know that is not the case in all house holds). In most cases, both parents have to work which leaves little time for family bonding.
I came from a single parent family but was lucky to be surrounded by aunts and uncles. My mother's mum, my grandmother, had seventeen sons and daughters and although my mum had to work full time my grandma and granddad helped raise me (we lived with them in the family house). Also, we lived in in the country side in Cheshunt , Hertfordshire. At that time, it had the biggest nursery industry in Europe which is where my mum worked growing fruit and veg.
My early years are a bit of a blur. I started to really take notice when I was about eight or nine. One day at the start of the school summer holidays, my grandfather said i was old enough to start helping look after the animals and bees (we lived in a council house with a huge garden). We had chickens for eggs and to eat, rabbits to sell and eat, and bee hives at the bottom of the garden for the honey ( I love honey). My first task was to collect the eggs, clean the hen house and feed and water the chucks. Once I had proven that I was responsible enough to do my task, each day I could then go play with my friends on our go carts made with old pram wheels and pieces of wood that my uncle Jim had made for my eighth birthday. Another thing was that, if I did good with the chickens I would be taught how to care for the bees and collect the honey when the time was right (this was what i always wanted i was fascinated by bees), I suppose today we would be called a family that was trying to be as self sufficient as possible.
I can just say that I remember it---as long summers, warm summers-- spent outdoors playing cricket, football, climbing trees or scrumping (raiding an orchard for apples ) which was great fun until we got caught by the village bobby (policeman)---a story i will tell in my next blog.
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Let's Begin Hi my name is Jim. I was born in the UK in 1954 into a very big family. like most in my era I did not appreciate just...