Mum was out and had left my sister Ailsa and me in charge of the house and children and babies. We decided to give her a big surprise and cook the mince for tea. All went well except that it stayed RED and we knew it should be BROWN. So we cooked it for a long long time (maybe two hours) and still it hadn't turned BROWN. So we took it out into the paddock and tipped it out and thought, if we were lucky the dog would quickly eat it, and nobody would know. There remained however, a very big problem, which was that there was no more mince, which meant there was nothing else for the family for tea! We dreaded Mum coming home and when she did arrive we just burst into floods of tears as we told our long dreadful story! To our surprise Mum was both calm and consoling, and if I remember correctly we had weatbix for tea! We didn't realise at that young age, that our mother had secrets about mistakes she'd made when she was little, and that's why she was so patient with us.
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.