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Post by Avril on Mar 10, 2013 22:49:04 GMT -5
Evidently. (Secwets, indeed.)
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Post by PigsnieLite on Mar 11, 2013 2:29:59 GMT -5
Indeedy. Everywun hath secwets. [PLite hides his knitting under the cushions.]
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Post by sunfrog on Mar 11, 2013 8:50:23 GMT -5
That makes two secrets that I know of not knowing. Hmmm.. Are you an old person yourself? Do you like to read the old folk's diaries when they are napping? I bet old folks have great diaries. Do you have good food at your nursery?
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Post by PigsnieLite on Mar 11, 2013 10:27:28 GMT -5
If I were an oldy, I wouldn't be working in a nursing home!
In all the years Ive done nursing homes, only one person ever kept a diary and he never wrote innit in his last years. He just showed it to me -- it wuz quite fat & pasted wid old photos. But he just kept it in his suitcase, and when he died, his childrun took all his stuff away.
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Post by Avril on Mar 11, 2013 11:39:36 GMT -5
Alan had scores of diaries. He journalled every day. I've still got them in one of those old boxes I lug around from house to house and have never got round to reading thoroughly or throwing out.
Soon after he died I had a brief look, but most of what he'd journalled he told us about anyway, or wrote in his war memoirs that I transcribed and had bound, with pictures of him as a sapper in WWII.
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Post by sunfrog on Mar 11, 2013 12:13:32 GMT -5
What? How can you not read them? Don't you want to know if you're adopted or not?
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Post by Avril on Mar 11, 2013 17:49:52 GMT -5
I definitely wanted to know that when I was twelve. That's when I found the family secret papers - not adoption papers, but a deed poll of change of name, dated at the end of the war. My father's original name was a Scottish customs officer's approximation of a Polish Jewish name that had no vowels. Like many returning British soldiers Alan choose an English name instead.
And now, courtesy of our family tree software program, I'm kept regularly informed of the birthdays and important life events of 326 family members, not one of whom share my surname.
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Post by sunfrog on Mar 11, 2013 18:05:37 GMT -5
Your real name is Avril Crrthrs? I'll never tell!
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Post by PigsnieLite on Mar 11, 2013 19:07:40 GMT -5
Hurmm, could it be Avril MacCarrthurski?
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Post by Avril on Mar 11, 2013 23:19:16 GMT -5
The name meant zinc-worker in Polish. The story goes that it was unpronouncable by the Jock at customs, when my grandfather and grandmother arrived at Glasgow on their way to America. He renamed them on the spot, officially recording a phonetic Scottish version, and that name survives in a couple of versions all over the world from Scotland to London, to Israel, South Africa, France, Spain, America, New Zealand and Australia.
My grandparents ran out of money at Glasgow and so never proceeded further with their emigration. Alan was born in 1915, the seventh son of a seventh son.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Mar 12, 2013 1:34:03 GMT -5
7th son of a 7th son! So youre the daughter of a Vampire?
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Post by Avril on Mar 12, 2013 2:25:12 GMT -5
Ah, that might explain the extra canines I have, recessed in my upper jaw, that were revealed by dental X-ray. True! ;D
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Post by PigsnieLite on Mar 12, 2013 10:05:53 GMT -5
Waaahhh, VAMPIRE in the House! Wombut better wear mock turtlenecks! And how do we know your cats aren't already the Living Dead?
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Post by Avril on Mar 12, 2013 17:47:48 GMT -5
How(l) indeed?
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