Marshaw – The Trough of Bowland
And so I went to Marshaw, passing through Abbeystead on the way, but this time it was different.Continue Reading
This episode I recall with little pleasure.
Having sorted out things at home, and as matters got no better in future years in dealing with them I always thought of myself as the juggler spinning plates, I went off to Holt Hall Farm. It was on the easterly outskirts of Liverpool at Gateacre, and for its day quite large, carrying a dairy herd of over 50 milking cows supplying milk locally. Holt Farm also had pasture and arable land of a considerable acreage. There were no dogs, sheep, pigs or hens.Continue Reading
Once the training was complete, I returned home and hated it more than ever. For I had tasted the delights of independence, lived in surroundings I felt at home in, spent time with a bunch of lively girls from many different walks of life, learned a great deal about a subject I had known nothing about before, worked hard physically, and after all the years of my childhood when I seemed to be ill a lot of the time was very fit. Doctor Smillie was right; for as he foresaw the WLA would be the making of me. I am as grateful to him as I was to uncle John for ensuring I had this opportunity.Continue Reading
In the two step process of creating a paper memoir and now converting it into a web based one, it is my hope that my memoir, Land Girl - The Happiest Years of Early Childhood joins other Land Girl memoirs as a member of that genre, and contributes to it.
My husband has his own memoir through the same process as mine, paper memoir first, then website GunnerFlann.com. He too hopes his memoir contributes to the National Service Memoirs genre.
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