My 21st birthday was going to be the same as every other day at that time, racing down to morning duty on my bike, working till 3pm and returning exhausted to our flat. But, it seemed my mother had other plans. She had been sending frantic messages to the flat, as she'd organised a party for me, and people had arrived, but no word from me. (I had no knowledge of the party.) It happened that there was a big old chev car at the front of the flat but I hadn't yet learned to drive. My flat-mates (8 girls) decided that one would drive the old chev out to the edge of the town, and I'd get in the driver's seat and I'd be there within the hour! So I did just that, 1st gear all the way, stalling the car as I reached the gate! What I learned later was that when my flat-mates phoned to let Mum know, all was well, I was on my way ,this lead to Mum screaming through the phone "BUT she can't drive!!" I remember it took some time before Mum calmed down, and I stopped saying "Can't see the problem!"
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.