I was always known as 'the practical one' which was perhaps my mother's way of giving my self esteem a boost! One day five of us kids were catching the bus outside our gate instead of walking up to the corner (must have been raining). It actually was a cattle stop not a gate at all and our younger sister Sarah came running out to join us and crawled across the cattle stop just as the bus came down the road. Everyone was calling out "Mum!" "Go back!" "No Sarah!" as the bus got closer and closer. I ran across the road in front of the bus, picked up my young sister, got across the cattle stop and raced her back to the house and therefore was deemed the 'practical one' and became a heroine for a little while to my embarrassment.
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.