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Click hereAfter there Sarah dropped me off at home. I liked we still hugged and kissed each others cheeks to show nothing had changed. Once Sarah left I gathered up the photos and then left for Anna's place. I had meant to pick up the photos on Monday when I packed some of my clothes wanting to show Abigail especially the pictures of our mums.
It was strange how my aunt's place felt like I was home when I entered the flat using the spare key my aunt had given me. It felt nice too when they all came to greet me and after hugs and kisses all round we piled into the kitchen so my aunt could put the kettle on. I told them then about Sarah coming Sunday before I opened the bag and spread the photos out on the kitchen table.
I did tell aunty that Sarah had given me that one when she did not remember seeing it before where there was the three of them in it. I could see her eyes shimmer before she gave me a hug and told us she wished my mum was still here as she missed her so much. I held aunty to me giving her a fierce hug back. I did tell her I was sure my mum was happy seeing we were all together now. She knew what I meant and she hoped she was too. Abigail thought we should get copies done as she would like some of them. Carol said she would have a word with a photographer she knew as she would not mind some enlargements of Anna. It wasn't hard to see how much they still loved each other and I hoped Abigail would always love me the same as she made my life complete with her by my side.
Sunday went well when Sarah arrived for tea. There were a few tears as Sarah and my aunt hugged each other. Sarah thought it was even like old times. It wasn't hard to tell they were thinking of mum and the times they had all gone about together.
I moved out of my flat just over a month later after giving notice to quit. And it was nearly 5 months after that before I actually managed to get pregnant as we decided we wanted a baby for us. It wasn't through the lack of trying though as Abigail had found a guy willing to donate his sperm. All I knew was that he was blond with blue eyes.
So eventually I gave up work and we bought a small three-bedroomed house close to the Rye where we could all live and I would stay home and look after the family. I did lose a few of my friends when they found out and didn't like it but I never minded as I had my extended family as I had confessed to Sarah that I saw her as a surrogate mother so she was over the moon.
I was getting on for 23 when Susannah was born to Abigail and I and we all doted on her even Sarah her god-mother. But that is another story.
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jayrsover 7 years agoAuthorRe: 11+. I never knew why I failed as I thought I did well although the events of that time did affect me as there is another story that runs parallel and involves an angel in 1962 who was there until I was 15. When I was feeling low I retreated into a warm shell where I was not alone. It is a strange sensation when suddenly you go to retreat and find it no longer there. The story is linked to events in 2010 where strangely I met someone that linked back to when I was 15 and my angel. She had her scars like me as did two other friends I met in 2010. It is a really weird story where my slightly psychic abilities went totally haywire and I only had to open an e-mail and know if the sender was feeling sad or whatever and that was mild to the rest of what happened. I am still not sure whether to publish it or not.
jayrsover 7 years agoAuthorMany thanks for your comments as all appreaciated. I hope to actually add some love stories I have just written (Cinders & My ideas of heaven).
Please forgive any grammatical mistakes as my word processor is playing up along with windows. I have quite a few romance novels awaiting for me to do a final edit once I can transfer them to Microsoft word when I get windows working properly. The reason I add this point is that quite a few novels I had written long ago for my own amusement I have revamped and hope to have them published under the title of The Girls of 55. Each novel has links to the others but is mainly the life of girls born in the mid 50s who went to some of the same schools.
Anonymousover 7 years agoI also was born in the 50s and grew up in the 60s in a small English village, was the youngest child of a large Irish family, parents split so just mum and my sisters, very poor, jumble sale clothes, blackjacks and fruit salads. We lived on a caravan site and were probably one of, if not the poorest family in the village. Some people were kind, most were not. It was fascinating to see the history of someone who lived a very similar early life.
Thanks for the memories!
davwooover 7 years agoWell done a good story simply written. I too am of that era. I was bright yet I failed my 11+ exam. You never stated if you knew why you failed? I was failed because my headmaster didn't like me. He was a bigot and a hypocrit. I knew him for what he was, a pious man yet he was having an affair with miss Muir, one of the teachers. I went to a good secondary school where I could sit both GCE 's and CSE's and I agree that the latter was considered inferior and hardly recognised.
You never brought music into your story which was so important to the younger generation at the time. Nevertheless 5* from me.
kafover 7 years agoI loved the early sociological detail. I am around the same age as you and from the UK, too.
Later it got somewhat confusing in places.
There is a great story in there struggling for clarity. An editor would probably help clarify and get rid of the many mistakes.
Hope you can build on this start.
