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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