(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. Nevertheless, everything posted here is copyright and must not be reproduced without written permission from the author (usually me).

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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