(I'm not a musician.) I was taught as a child that I must not 'blow my own trumpet' as in talking about myself – especially not to say anything good about myself. I was also taught that much of what I could say about myself was nonsense and I needn't expect anyone to believe it. If I myself believed it, I must be insane. If not, I was obviously a liar. Telling my story, therefore, became a very confronting task. I am now in my late seventies, as I begin this blog, and it is only a preparation – things I write on the way to writing the memoir.

Tuesday, 30 August 2016

A Facebook Meme

(which could be expanded upon at some time)

Age then: 29 most of the year. (Birthday in November.)
Age now: 76
Relationship status then: Married to second husband, Bill Nissen.
Relationship status now: Widowed, from third husband Andrew Wade. (Have outlived the others too.)
Where I lived then: Beaumaris, Melbourne, VIC
Where I live now: Northern Rivers region, far northern NSW.
Job then: Mother of one baby, born March that year, and one pre-kindergartener born Sept.1967; foster-mother of teenager; carer of dog and cat. Voluntary work as typist for Save Our Sons (a protest movement of mothers against Australian involvement in the Vietnam War).
Job now: Light Worker. (Well rewarded.)
Was I happy then?: Too busy to notice.
Am I happy now?: Well content, with joyous moments. (Have I been happy in between? You bet!)
Kids then: See above. Two young sons, one teenage foster-son living with me, another foster-son by then living elsewhere (but we still claim each other as family).
Kids now: Adults! Including three step-children I didn’t have then. Also several step-grandchildren, mostly girls. (Current beautiful cat is not so much child as friend.)

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