Mum didn't seem to be satisfied with 10 children, farm workers, Dad's father and her own mother to care for over the years but from an early age we were used to boarders as well. Where on earth they were fitted in I can't remember! Mum would begin to goad us as she could do when she wanted action from us, and say, "Right, time for another boarder!" She believed that we all behaved better and were more caring and respectful with "a stranger" in the house. In fact these young men always became part of our family, even after they had left and begun families of their own. Mum loved that and Dad did too! Over the years there were 22 boarders, and when Mum and Dad were invited to weddings or christenings they were very proud. Our first two boarders were female, but after that it was always young guys who were the farm salesmen for Wrightsons (which changed its name over the years). In later years when many of us were travelling, we would arrive home to a cup of tea, plus a pile of correspondence from family overseas, and also the earlier boarders and we loved that too!
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.