Are you turning into one of your relations?

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Flibble

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OK last post on this boringly windy horseless Sunday. I am turning into Aunty Pam.

Firstly although all my close Aunts were special there were two in my life Very Special indeed both sadly no longer here.

My Aunty Lily who was really impressed when I bought a horse and whispered to me very quietly one day that she always wanted a horse (she was 70something at the time) only mentioned here because I couldnt leave her out.

But my Aunty Pam was a bit of a rebel in her time (thats my sis doing that bit) lived in Canada and had horses. I grew up listening to her stories and looking at her photos and when she wrote there was always a photo for me. Pam was an Artist and as she did not make a lot of money used to garden for people as well.

So apologies if youre bored with this but...

At Fiftysomething I no longer work in an office I paint in a log cabin in my garden (posh shed!!) and as I do not make enough money from that I am going to do the gardening for someone local just weeding once a week to bring some extra money in. Now isnt life strange.
 
My arse is turning into my mothers according to my OH
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Definitely turning into my mother! She was a musician who fulfilled her ambitions very late in life - she was able to work as a pianist for dancing classes in her 60s and 70s having had toxic office jobs when she was young and then having had me!

She also loved horses but lived in Dublin all her life although she loved the countryside. Her most joyful childhood memory was riding a farm pony bareback around the Dublin mountains in the summer. She let me have riding lessons when I was a kid but it took me until 4 years ago to be in a position to get my own horse (I've since got another last year when I took on a companion for him from a welfare group). I often think I am living her dream when I am riding.

I didn't follow my mother into music although I love it but I went to art school and wanted to be a painter. LIke her I then had to do toxic office jobs through my 20s and 30s to make a living and my painting was put on hold. We were able to move to the country 7 years ago and though I still have to work part time I have the time and energy to paint again (my studio is the lean-to at the end of the barn - the swallows sometimes contribute to the texture of my paintings!). So now here I am in this lovely place with my horses in the field and being a painter again.

Your Aunty Pam sounds great - it was so difficult for women to do what they wanted in previous generations.

Here's to living the dream - no matter how late you can do it.
 
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