Today on the Zero to Hero challenge it’s been suggested that we bloggers set up a regular feature so I’ve decided to have a go at a weekly post called “Things You Don’t Know About Nana”. If ever I let slip even a very mild expletive my grandchildren always appear absolutely shocked but if I point out that I’ve heard them say worse I’m told, “But Nana, we don’t expect that from you!”
I’ve thought to myself of the many things they don’t know about me, some which might shock them but hopefully more that might amuse them. I’m hoping that I can come up with 52 things, one for each week and Wednesday is my chosen day for posting though I did pop one in yesterday.
I would love to hear stories from others. For younger followers the title might have to be changed to, “What I Know About My Nana”! I’m very new to this aspect of blogging but think the best way for me to read any of your stories is by a link to your blog with your comment.
Now, how many do you need to tick before you qualify? If it’s more than half then I guess I was a Hippie after all! I was never into drugs or free love, not enough of a rebel to leave home and move into a commune. I really wanted to go to Woodstock but didn’t have the nerve though if I’d been living in the USA maybe I would have overcome that.
I grew up going barefoot most of the time so I’m not sure that would have counted if I hadn’t made and proudly worn some of those raffia daisy “sandals” that had no soles. They had plaited strands that went around the big toe, over the top of the foot, that’s were the daisies were, then tied behind the ankle. I loved cheesecloth blouses, crochet waistcoats, tie and dye stuff as well as strands of beads round my wrist. No VW Beetle or Combi for me, sadly I had to make do with a bright yellow Morris Oxford with big daisy stickers on the hubcaps.
I wish this had been mine!
Peace will always be a priority for me and so is looking after our environment. My Joan Baez, James Taylor, Bob Dylan, Pete Seeger & Creedence Clearwater records are still on the shelf and I’ve listened to the music on tape, CD and now as an MP3 file. I still love the sounds and lyrics. I see myself as quite conventional, I live with my husband, worked in a conservative profession for most of my life, paid off the mortgage and raised 2 children. My biggest struggle now is against consumerism, maybe because the Hippie is still inside me telling me that a simple life is best for us and the world.
Musings of a Retiring Person 