Woken up at an ungodly hour as per usual. Memories of growing up in my Island flashing by like a movie! I get up look at the clock and it’s not even 5am the street lights are still not on. So leaving Hubby sleeping like a baby, thought better get up before I woken him up with my tossing and turning. Came downstairs and I’ve been trying to put it down on paper, not easy for me to express the thoughts that floats around in my head but here it goes my Memories of growing up in a small Island in the middle of the Atlantic.
We were a rather large family not rich but then again not poor! We lived up a hill our house was surrounded by sugar cane we also grew various fruits. My Dad went out to work and my Mum looked after the house with 8 children’s to look after am sure it wouldn’t have been easy she also had two elderly parents to look after but bless my Mum she did it all just like a fairy godmother as if she hand a wand and it was all done.
I was sort of middlish child above me was three sisters and 1 brother and after me another sister and two brothers. Our house was a lively one I remember quite vividly the music! When we were young we really lived a charmed life our childhood was full of fun and music. Our wonderful Dad was a man full of life he loved his music he really was a musician at heart he played the trombone, and we always had an orchestra at the drop of a hat. Remember when after dinner my beautiful fun loving Dad used to seat us round the dinner table and we made music!
For instruments we used our voices each of us had to make the sound of an instrument and of course we had the saucepans lids a symbols the bottoms as drums and Dad was the Maestro he conducted and we all played our instruments oh my goodness I can still hear the laughter it was so much fun. We played and my Dad conducted with great enthusiasm. Oh dear I can hear in my head my poor overked Mama begging us to stop the noise because she could not think for all the noise. Ah so many lovely memories of a charmed childhood in our little corner of paradise. My Island In the middle of the Atlantic. My Madeira.