FMTTM Ladies & others?

[BlondzDCFC]

Geez, Carmen, I can't even remember what I did on friday or my login/ usernames and you ask how long ago did I join?
The closest I could get to that answer is " a bl**dy long time ago.

Lived in Oz twice. First time my family emigrated was back in Dec62 when I had just turned eight as ten pound poms.
Returned to England three years later as my parents didn't settle and missed their family too much.
After returning it wasn't long before my parents thought " Oh my god what have we done?"
They tried to get back one the ten pound scheme but were refused so we immigrated to the USA.
Once again they didn't settle although it was the death of a grandparent that ensured our return.

I had just turned fifteen in 69 when the Oz government decided that we could return.
My dad never settled but the rest of my family did and he returned to England alone.
I have been here since.

redblood; Sorry!
I joined FMTTM approx 20, 21, 22 years ago.

My memory problems are that I can forget simple words or remembering the name of the film I may have watched last night. Sometimes it takes me ages to write a post on here cos I have to look simple stuff up. Me & Google are like this: best buddies.
Bigger stuff like from childhood & things I’ve told people before, I can remember these the most.

Last year I became concerned about my memory probs that I contacted my GP and given my medical history she decided to send me for a MRI scan which can determine whether someone has early onset of dementia or full blown dementia.

The results of which thankfully were all good:
Good news - they found a brain! Woop Woop!
Good news - no signs of dementia at all! Wahey!
Turns out I’m just a tad doo-lally.
Also, having chemo sent me thro early menopause - which can cause memory probs too

Wowee! Fascinated by your emigration moves to Oz (twice) and USA.
Find things like this really interesting.
How decisions made by us, our parents or others have massive impacts on who we are and what we become as grown-ups.
Every decision made affects every aspect of and shapes our future lives. Every decision made is so important.

Have you ever wondered what if…..,.
A decision that was made, actually wasn’t?
OR equally
A decision that wasn’t made, actually was?

Oooooh, that was all a tad deep eh. Whiz bang wallop!

Another of my lil (!!!) stories that you’ve reminded me of with your above post redblood. It also makes ya think of the decisions that do or don’t get made, which then shows how our lives are changed in an instant.
I’ll give ya a small snapshot in time which explains what I mean cos I’m not sure if I’m explaining mesen right

Not 100% sure of the exact dates/timescales but I think they sound about right, so here goes.,…..

After my older sister was born in 1958, but before I was born (8 years years later), my Mum sadly lost two babies whilst they were living on Changi Island in Singapore (RAF).

DECISION NO 1:
Because of these two events, rather than stay on in Singapore for 3 more years, my parents asked for a transfer back to England to ensure my Mum & I received the best possible medical care and assistance.
Soooo, I was born in Kings Lynn, Norfolk.

DECISION NO 2;
When I was aged 3 in 1969, my father came out of the RAF after 22 years service.
Like your parents redblood, my parents also applied to emigrate to Australia. They wouldn’t accept my Mum tho cos of her having breast cancer and was also crippled with rheumatoid arthritis, so they turned us down.

DECISION NO 3:
My parents then decided to apply to emigrate to South Africa (never did find out why, (lol).
At the same time, my father applied for a job at Rolls Royce in Derby.
We all got accepted for South Africa AND he was offered the job in Derby too.
Don’t need to tell ya the ending of this small snapshot in time - the rest they say is history!

Soooo redblood, hope I’ve explained things right and ya can see where I’m coming from?
Sorry if I’ve bored ya sh1tless. Never was gonna be a short post was it.
x

 

[redblood]

redblood; Sorry!
I joined FMTTM approx 20, 21, 22 years ago.

My memory problems are that I can forget simple words or remembering the name of the film I may have watched last night. Sometimes it takes me ages to write a post on here cos I have to look simple stuff up. Me & Google are like this: best buddies.
Bigger stuff like from childhood & things I’ve told people before, I can remember these the most.

Last year I became concerned about my memory probs that I contacted my GP and given my medical history she decided to send me for a MRI scan which can determine whether someone has early onset of dementia or full blown dementia.

The results of which thankfully were all good:
Good news - they found a brain! Woop Woop!
Good news - no signs of dementia at all! Wahey!
Turns out I’m just a tad doo-lally.
Also, having chemo sent me thro early menopause - which can cause memory probs too

Wowee! Fascinated by your emigration moves to Oz (twice) and USA.
Find things like this really interesting.
How decisions made by us, our parents or others have massive impacts on who we are and what we become as grown-ups.
Every decision made affects every aspect of and shapes our future lives. Every decision made is so important.

Have you ever wondered what if…..,.
A decision that was made, actually wasn’t?
OR equally
A decision that wasn’t made, actually was?

Oooooh, that was all a tad deep eh. Whiz bang wallop!

Another of my lil (!!!) stories that you’ve reminded me of with your above post redblood. It also makes ya think of the decisions that do or don’t get made, which then shows how our lives are changed in an instant.
I’ll give ya a small snapshot in time which explains what I mean cos I’m not sure if I’m explaining mesen right

Not 100% sure of the exact dates/timescales but I think they sound about right, so here goes.,…..

After my older sister was born in 1958, but before I was born (8 years years later), my Mum sadly lost two babies whilst they were living on Changi Island in Singapore (RAF).

DECISION NO 1:
Because of these two events, rather than stay on in Singapore for 3 more years, my parents asked for a transfer back to England to ensure my Mum & I received the best possible medical care and assistance.
Soooo, I was born in Kings Lynn, Norfolk.

DECISION NO 2;
When I was aged 3 in 1969, my father came out of the RAF after 22 years service.
Like your parents redblood, my parents also applied to emigrate to Australia. They wouldn’t accept my Mum tho cos of her having breast cancer and was also crippled with rheumatoid arthritis, so they turned us down.

DECISION NO 3:
My parents then decided to apply to emigrate to South Africa (never did find out why, (lol).
At the same time, my father applied for a job at Rolls Royce in Derby.
We all got accepted for South Africa AND he was offered the job in Derby too.
Don’t need to tell ya the ending of this small snapshot in time - the rest they say is history!

Soooo redblood, hope I’ve explained things right and ya can see where I’m coming from?
Sorry if I’ve bored ya sh1tless. Never was gonna be a short post was it.
x

I do know where you're coming from and can identify with it and thanks for sharing and will share some of my thoughts and experiences.
Before we set sail for Oz once again in 69 I had just turned fifteen and was halfway through fourth form and was told in no uncertain terms that i would
have to, yet again, start another school, to at least get a school leaving certificate when we arrive in Oz.
I was determined to avoid that as by that age I had started and left so many schools in different countries, cities and towns and always having to try to catch up
with so much that I'd missed because of all the differing syllables.
When we arrived in Oz it was the summer school holidays and I decided to go for a swim at a local beach. As I was walking past the shops in Coogee, I happened
to notice a sign in a butcher shop window which read First year apprentice wanted apply within.
The butcher said " so you want to be a butcher do you?". I'd never given it a moments thought apart for the past twenty five seconds or so nor did I realise at that
moment how or in that instant when I nodded that my life would change entirely.
I wont go into the furore that that decision caused in my household as that's another long story that could be told another time if you're interested.

It was during my butchering days that I was to meet my future wife who was only seventeen and still in high school, and me, having just turned nineteen and fourth year
apprentice when we got married.
She finished school, went to university and teachers college and after five years of us struggling on the one wage, we suddenly found ourselves with two as she had now
achieved her dream of becoming an English/ History teacher and employed.
She was thrilled at the thought of being taken to England and visit places of her idols such as Dickens, Shakespeare and the Bronte's as well as the Roman towns of
York, Chester and of course London as well as being introduced to some of my family and friends that I had left behind. She had only ever lived in Sydney and had visited Melbourne
to visit relatives occasionally.

Once again, my life changed as did hers with that trip as she was hungry for more and the moment we returned to Oz, we started to plan the next trip and that would become
an every year occurrence. Then in 1990 we wanted so much to see the world other than in winter, we decide to take a year off work to travel.
After returning to Oz at the end of that year our lives changed once more. We knew within ourselves that this is what we will always want to do and the thought of having children was over.
By the time 1995 came around and my father in law was getting worried that we were still renting and that after nearly sixteen years of marriage and blowing all our money
on our travels and entertainment ,and that I hadn't, as yet, bought his daughter a home. We acknowledged that and let him take us to outer Sydney suburbs and new housing estates in
the search for one. After a few tiresome months, my wife and I decided that we didn't want to move away from our jobs, friends or family and that we would love to once again take off
another year and travel.

My wife insisted on me being the one to break the news to her father, and in doing so, it was his words of response that pretty much changed my outlook and thoughts on life.
His reply was touching, meaningful and memorable, which has stayed with me and passed on to other young men that sought my advice over the years.
" Well son, when you get old like me, you find that when you look back through your life, you find that you never regret the things that you did but you will always regret the things
that you didn't do. You give my daughter a wonderful time and life".

I would be lying if I were to say that I haven't wondered what or where in the world would I be if my family had never left England in the first place or had my grandmother not died
and we returned to England from America or came back to Oz and hadn't noticed the sign in the butcher shop window.
When my father came to visit me and my wife in Oz he asked me if there was anything that I would like to ask him. Being a kid that had always been taught to respect ones privacy
and not to be nosy and that people will only tell you what they want you to know and to leave it at that, I responded with " No dad and I left it at that."
I wasn't to know that I would never see him again and that he would die soon after returning to England and it was only then that I found that I did have questions, thousands but it was all too late.
I'm not certain that is a regret though. Yes I would have liked some answers but I believe that sometimes, some things are better left unanswered.

Hope that it wasn't boring for you but you asked for it.

Take care precious. Love and best wishes from ( do I really need to say from where )