Saturday, July 18, 2015

6 things that made a difference (6WS)

1. Learning to read (mother said, anything on the bookshelves. if you can reach it, you can read it)
2. Living for two years in the city (oy, the freedom)
3. A neighbor brought me my first kitten when I was twelve.  I told Mother, it could have been worse.     It could have been a pony.
4. Marrying the right guy
5. Seeing this house for the first time
6. Learning to drive (oy, the freedom)

[make your own list, public or private. It's funny, the things that really mattered, really changed you from who you were into who you are. ]


  1. My list, I think, would be pretty much the same but without the kitten. Several years in the city was good--not for the freedom, but because it taught me how much I hate living in cities. And of course, I'm not with the right GUY (I've got My Beloved Sandra instead).

  2. Well, i was 9 when we lived there, and I had almost unprecedented freedom, surprisingly enough, to go anywhere I wanted. My mother was a city woman by choice and it was familiar territory. She was always uneasy in the country, and I was pretty much confined to the home territory there. so the city was an amazing place for me.

    And yes, Sandra is a lucky woman. I'm sure she knows that. =)

  3. Reading still makes a difference for me. I do it every day!

    My Six Words

  4. I spent a year in an online 'be there' kinda game, and in all that time I think I may have finished one book. Since I got out from under Ive been plowing through every book I havent read yet. It's like coming home.

    I may even start over the Terry Pratchett series, too--

  5. all good things on your list!

  6. A fine list you have there. Great gift your mother gave you with the permission to read whatever you could reach.

  7. She did it exactly right: anything questionable was safely hidden away. Years later i found the Tales of the Decameron had mysteriously appeared (it was part of a three book set) on the book shelf, and then when I was cleaning the attic one day I found a whole cache of Mickey Spillane novels. lol. By that time I wearing my Big Girl Hat so none of it shocked me too much.

    It was exactly the way to handle censorship. What you don't know about, you can't read.

    I do know she disapproved on principle those breathless 'don't let this happen to you' magazines, but when I finally found a stack of them in college they bored the heck outta me--nothing ever really happened in them, and they were basically cautionary tales about Being Alone With the Wrong Man...

  8. Reading would definetely be on my list. Driving reminds me of my mom and Nan. My mom was in her 30's and my Nan was dying. Neither had their license and my Nan had lost her husband several years before. My Nan told my mom to get her license right away, because if my dad ever passed away, she'd be trapped just as she had been.

    My mom got her license and a few years ago my dad passed. She's not trapped.

  9. i was 39 before I finally got my for real license, but i spent years tooling up and down the back roads for practice. I just got sick of always being the passenger. But, yeah, when you live outside of everything it starts to get important.
    And good for your Mom. And Nan for convincing her.