I have just been reading Rachel's blog and she mentions how she grew up knowing she had to be seen and not heard. It is true to say that we all have some memories of our childhood which we are sure have shaped our adult lives - and she felt this was one in her case.
I have a hurtful memory - I am sure it was quite unintentional, but it did hurt at the time. I was a chatterer; always asking questions; always wanting to know about something or other. My mother was in her forties when I was born, so she would get tired by evening and I learnt that I could help by doing little jobs about the place. My sister was twenty two years older than me and my brother was eleven years older than me, so that by the time I came along they were grown up - in fact my sister was married.
When I was at Junior School the fashion was to have an autograph book and to collect as many sayings, poems and the like as one could. There was fierce competition. I desperately wanted one and asked for one for my birthday. I duly got one to my delight and thought I would start straight away by asking my father, sister and brother to write in it as they were all there for my birthday tea. What they each wrote is still fresh in my mind all these years later.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Silence is golden. Speech is silvern.
A wise old owl sat in an oak. The more he heard the less he spoke.
The less he spoke the more he heard. I wish some folk were like that bird.
I was upset but would rather have died than show it. I never took the autograph book to school, I never showed it to anyone and it languished in a drawer for years until I threw it away.