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Wishes…..

Wish ~ desire or hope for something to happen.

If wishes were fishes we’d all swim in riches!

A winter wish from a few years ago!

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These two photos taken in the early 1950s came to light the other day and a whole lot of emotions bubbled up to surface – some good some not so good.

Plus the word Wish….

I would have been about 9 in the first one – it was a happy day.  My grandad from Belfast had come over on the boat to visit us in England and an uncle plus his family were there also.  I had on a new dress and remember wishing I could wear it every day and that grandad didn’t have to go back home.

As we were growing up there were times when my sister would wish she didn’t have to wear ‘cast offs’ with turned up hems. She would never accept the fact that as much as she wished otherwise it wasn’t my fault I was growing out of clothes, she was growing as well, money didn’t grow on trees and she was next in line – as you can see in the second one.

You never get anything by wishing, my mother was fond of saying.  Hard work and determination is what’s needed!,

That was my mother, wearied from the war years, the one I wished would love me more than the sister she gave my clothes to.  If she loved me, she wouldn’t have got angry and cut (chopped) my hair off with her big scissors.  I remember squealing and shouting as she brushed it one morning, trying to untangle the knots before it was plaited for school, all the time saying to me ‘I wish you would be quiet and stand still’  Oh how I wished I’d done as I was told that day – my mother was no hairdresser and I went to school that morning looking a bit – odd 😊

It’s strange that all these years later I’m reflecting on this and wishing things had turned out differently – my mother and I never got on, my sister continued to get my ‘cast offs, I never grew my hair long, grandad went away back across the Irish Sea and I only got to see him 3 more times.

Oh, but listen to this, my sister still wears ‘cast offs’ – chosen very carefully with a good eye for what will suit her – from charity shops.

And….. the beach with a hammock turned up on Green Island Qld back in 2009……..still looking for the winning lotto ticket though 😊

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15 thoughts on “Wishes…..”

  1. Great post. It’s interesting to look back at one’s childhood every now and then. It can make sense of our lives today.

    I only had a younger brother so no hand-me-downs for me. If I buy something for the oldest grandchild today, I always buy for the second one too, even though she has her sister’s clothes. I don’t want the younger to think we love her any less.

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  2. Things were handed down round all of the cousins….including toys. I was furious when my dear red tin train was handed on as I was supposed to be too old for it…more like some brat had whined for it.
    I rarely look back…..my mother’s constant denigration of me made childhood something to wish to escape from in general, though there were the good times when the families would get together for holidays on the farm or at the seaside and other adults were in charge.

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  3. ‘If wishes were horses beggars would ride’ was a phrase often used at home.
    We were brought up to expect to work. And hand-me-downs were a fact of life.
    My mother too wasn’t a skilled hairdresser. I had more than one ‘chop’.

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  4. Wish in one hand and ___ in the other!

    Why just wish for a loaf of bread, when you can wish for the store?

    It’s a real wonder, looking back at our childhoods that more of us aren’t totally crackers.

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  5. no particular handmedowns for me – as I happened along when parents had not expected to add anymore to family. It would be hard for the toddler to be wearing Sally’s cast offs as she was a mere 15 years older…the lass above her was 25 years older than me!

    I also have some problems…so Mother made an arrangement with the men/boys wear shop that he would get in special sweaters for me, that only I would be wearing around town (v.sm town) as my arms were just too long – and Mother didn’t want me to look out of place with sweaters that didn’t do fold over cuffs!

    We didn’t go to the store until after closing – to save me/her getting stuff in the boys section…

    Later when i went to boarding school she knitted the regulation cardy – which I hated because everyone else had a shop-bought one! I pestered and pestered and finally she got me one, but said “you won’t like it…” – turned out she was right, I was forever tugging the sleeves down, and within a term they were raggy as!

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  6. I remember getting bags of clothes from my older cousins. They were rich. We were poor they always gave us clothes with a funny look on their faces. And when ever I’d wear them and we had to go to their house. Remarks would always be said. Made me feel so bad
    I didnt mined the second hand clothes. I hated the superior faces and snide backhanded comments.

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  7. I bet you wish you were on Green Island now. I was the oldest so no hand me downs for me. I don’t think my two brothers had much in the way of my old clothes, and obviously my sister had all brand new things.

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  8. My boys had to wear hand me downs. The youngest loved it when we went to the airing cupboard and got out the bag of clothes . He chose the ones he liked and those rejected went to a charity shop. Maybe it helped that he also got new ones too. I wish I had seen more of my grandparents too.

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  9. Being the eldest, I had no problems with hand me downs but did indeed have problems with outgrowing clothes and being uncomfortable in ill fitting ones! My younger brothers never forgave me for being the eldest for exactly this reason.

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  10. Pictures like the ones you include evoke all sorts of memories for me as well. It seems we all wore certain styles, no matter how many thousands of miles apart we were! Like you, we were three sisters—precious days!

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  11. Oh I love this post! And here I am, with my first daughter (and only for now!) buying 95% of her clothes from second hand stores because they are in great shape and she grows out of them so fast!

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  12. I can really relate to that wish for a beach and hammock and lotto win! I’ve been fortunate to find beaches and hammocks in a number of places, but not for a while. After a long winter, I think I’m ready for it again.

    And I’m familiar with hand-me-downs. Wearing anything other than a school uniform was always fun though, when I was growing up. (Our “home clothes” were strictly that – patched and second-hand, and made for the farm.)

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