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I was told that I was a special winter baby,but also that it was a long strained birth that my mother endured. My mother told me that she was in labour for around nine hours, before I even started to show signs of coming into this world. I was a late birth, as i was supposed to have arrived on 27th December 1977, but did not surface until Tuesday January 3rd 1978.

It was a cold day on that day, when i popped my head into the world; with the nurses telling my mother that i had a good set of lungs on me, with the amount of screaming that i had been doing. Mother also told me, that as soon as i was born i was placed in her arms; in which my mother could not believe she had given birth to such a big baby. I weighed around ten pounds, and mother was told by the nurses that i was a very healthy strong child; even though I was the biggest baby born at that hospital in a few years.

We lived in a four bedroom Victorian house, which was in a quiet street in Haggerton, London. My father was born in Ramsgate, where my mother was East London born and bred; as she was born in Stepney. The first few years of my life, my mother told me that I was a very good child; as I rarely got on mother’s nerves so I was told, as father often winked at me when mother told me this story. It was only when I started to walk, did mother have to have eyes in the back of her head when I was on the move. Apparently, I was forever going into the cupboards, and made a disarray of things by throwing everything onto the floor, making quite a mess for mother. Every year we had a holiday in Ramsgate, where we visited my father’s parents. My mother’s mother dies when she was twenty years old, and her father remarried and then moved the Essex with his new wife. Her older brother Stephen, had since married a Spanish lady, and then he moved to one of the Spanish islands with her. She still has contact with him, but we never got to see him as much; which was just like her father, even though he was only in Essex and could have easily visited. My uncle Stephen never attended his dad’s wedding, as he was so set against the marriage, which mother explained that it was because he was such a mother’s boy. My father’s parents, looked upon my mother as their own child; always being there for her when she needed help and support, as my dad was their only child. There was nothing that my grandparents would not do for my mother; and you could see just how much she too loved them back. Growing up, mother never really spoke about her mother, but she always had a picture of her on top of the China cabinet; where every birthday and Christmas she would place a rose next to her picture. I did not remember those early holiday years in Ramsgate that clearly, but I do remember when I was about four year’s of age sitting on the beach with my bucket and spade; as my father and mother helped me to build sandcastles. We would go to Ramsgate at the same time every year for two weeks, which was in the industrial holidays of July and August. We would also go down on the odd weekend or so, when my parents managed to get the same days off together.

Father started his working career as a bank clerk, in one of the leading banks in Ramsgate; finally getting a managerial role in one of the company’s banks in London’s East End, where it was there that he met my mother. My mother worked for a busy ladies wear factory, in the financial department; and often would go to the bank to pay in money from her company. It was there not long after mother being seen to regularly depositing money, that my father swept her off her feet, and a few years after they were married I came along; little miss Amanda Daniels. I was told that my father was a very old fashioned man, and he courted mother for about a year before he asked her to marry him. Mother told me that every week without fail, he would bring her a bouquet of flowers; which were her favourite chrysanthemums, as well as sometimes bringing her a box of luxury chocolates. Mother also told me, that at first she thought that my father was not interested in her, as it took him so long to get his act together. It took him just over six months before he even kissed her, and she was beginning to give up on him; as she so longed for that first kiss. Mind you, i knew she was only joking, as i knew my parents were just as much in love now; as they were all those years ago, as every time we are out, they still hold hands, as father looks on like a proud peacock. I just loved those first few years going to my grandparents, and spending time on the beach with them. As well as sitting in the garden playing with my dolls, as I watched grandpa totter around in the garden; where he would stop and pull faces at me which always made me laugh.

I had started mother’s and toddler’s in the September of my fourth year, ready to get prepared for infant and junior school. I loved being in school, as I got to see a lot more children with whom I could play with, without going around to their homes to play; as I used to play with the girl next door called Vicky, who was not always a nice a nice girl.     My mother would not let me go round her house as often as i would have liked too, because one day my mother saw her pulling the wings off butterflies, and pulling the legs off spiders which mother thought was cruel. I did not mind too much however, because I did have friends at school; and I was quiet content playing in the garden with my dolls.

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Trick or Treating 2007

Trick or Treating 2007 (Photo credit: jamesfleeting)

Halloween is upon us,

 

go search for your broom,

 

Dress up in the witching hour

 

Excite in the full moon.

 

With goblins and ghouls that are plenty

 

Which come in all shapes and all forms?

 

With bobbing apples and candy pops

 

Where children loosen candy corn.

 

With let’s go trick or treating

 

On this one special night of the year,

 

To fill up their candy bags a plenty

 

Of madness and Halloween cheer.

 

For this is a night to remember

 

With pictures and movies to make,

 

And making use of this special evening

 

By sneaking sugar sticks in mothers pumpkin cake.

 

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It was a sunny morning on Puddle Brooke farm, where it was almost time for the fall to begin.

The leaves had all changed from their summer greens to red and oranges. It was now the start to harvest and collect fruit from the trees.

Scraggy tail squirrel lived with his mother on Puddle Brooke farm.

He was named Scraggy tail because unlike his brothers and sisters who had now left home, he did not quiet develop enough.

His tail was thinning of fur where it was scraggy looking, so his mother named him Scraggy tail.

Scraggy tail’s mother thought it would be best that he stayed at home until there would be a day his tail would grow back.

As it was the beginning of the fall, Scraggy tail’s mother asked him to go and collect some nuts from farmer wife’s walnut tree, so they could store some for the winter.

“I already started collecting some yesterday,” Scraggy said.

“Some of the nuts were ready for falling and some had fallen on the ground, so I collected them and stored them in a pile ready for me to collect today.

“That’s a good squirrel. “Scraggy tail’s mother told him.

“After breakfast you go out and collect them like a good squirrel, and I will make you a special cake.” She told scraggy.

So scraggy finished his breakfast of pine kernels and other nuts, along with a glass of warm milk from Lexie the cow.

So off went scraggy to go and collect his pile of nuts for mother squirrel, so that his mother could bake a cake for him and then would store some of them for winter.

When he got to the place he stored his nuts, he sat there and shrieked as his pile of nuts had all gone.

He looked around and could not see any walnuts anywhere on the floor underneath the tree; he was sure he had collected some yesterday and put them in his secret place.

His secret place was underneath the walnut tree, and underneath the courting couple’s seat which was wrapped around the tree.

Farmer John and his wife used to sit under the tree in the late spring, and early summer to have lunch. Quiet often they would leave scraps for us country animals to feast upon.

Scraggy hunted high and low around the walnut tree, climbing up and down the tree and looking to see if he could spot them in the distance.

Scraggy could not find them anywhere, so he decided to go around and ask his friends on the farm.

He firstly went over to see Gertrude the goat, who had been grazing in the field with Eunice the ewe.

“Hello Gertrude.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today?”

“You seem very flustered today scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Gertrude replied.

“I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Eunice the sheep?”

“No.” Said Scraggy tail, I will go over there now.”

So Scraggy tail left Gertrude, and skipped down the fence to speak to Eunice the ewe, looking for his pile of nuts on his way there.

“Hello Eunice.” Scraggy-Tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you?” She replied.

“You seem very flustered today scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting for winter?” Scraggy asked.

“Sorry.” Said Eunice,”

I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Henry the horse?”

“No.” said Scraggy tail. “I will go over there

“Hello Henry.” Scraggy-Tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you?” He replied. “You seem very flustered today scraggy tail is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting for winter?” Scraggy asked.

“Sorry.” Said Henry,” I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Connie the cow.”

“No.” said Scraggy tail. “I will go over there now.”

Scraggy tail left the stables and skipped over to the cow shed, to see speak to Connie cow, looking for his pile of nuts on his way there.

“Hello Connie.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today?

You seem very flustered today scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Clarice said.

“I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Davina duck?”

“No.” said Scraggy tail. “I will go over there now.”

So scraggy tail then left the cow shed and skipped over to the duck pond, to speak to Davina, looking for his pile of nuts on the way there.

“Hello Davina.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello scraggy tail, how are you today?

“You seem very flustered today scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.”

“Sorry.” Said Davina, I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Trotter the pig?”

“No. “Said Scraggy tail.” I will go over there now.”

Scraggy tail left the duck pond, and skipped over to the pig sty to speak to Trotter the pig; looking for his pile of nuts on his way there.

“Hello Trotter.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today?

You look very flustered Scraggy tail, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Said Trotter. “I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Rhonda the Rhode Island chicken?”

“No.” Said Scraggy tail, I will go over there now.”

So Scraggy tail left the pig sty and skipped over to the chicken coop to speak to Rhonda the Rhode island red; looking for his pile of nuts on the way there.

“Hello Rhonda.” Scraggy tail said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today? You look very flustered, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Rhonda replied. “I have not seen any walnuts today, have you asked Sheppey the sheepdog?”

“No.” Said Scraggy tail, I will go over there now.”

By now Scraggy tail was very tired, as he had been round to see all of the farmyard animals.

He had spoken to Gertrude the goat, Eunice the ewe, Connie the cow, Henry the horse, Davina the duck, Trotter the pig, Rosemary the Rhode Island Red.

He thought he had no other choice but to go to the back of the farmhouse and speak to Sheppey the sheepdog.

So Scraggy-Tail left the chicken coop, and skipped over to the farmhouse to speak to Sheppey the sheepdog, looking for his pile of nuts on the way there.

“Hello Sheppey.” Scraggy said.

“Hello Scraggy tail, how are you today?

You look very flustered, is everything ok?”

“Have you seen my pile of walnuts that I have been collecting ready for winter?” Scraggy tail asked.

“Sorry.” Sheppey said. “I have not seen any walnuts today.”

Sheppey was just about to suggest that Scraggy tail goes and sees farmer’s wife when a smell of cooking came out of the kitchen window of the farmhouse.

“OH that smells beautiful.” Scraggy tail said. “Who is cooking?”

Sheppey answered, “It is farmer’s wife, and she is baking a cake for farmer John’s tea.”

Scraggy tail rushed around the side of the house, to where the smell was coming from.

He brushed passed the window and looked in; to his horror he could see all of the nuts he had collected and their empty shells in a bowl on the window ledge.

“Aaaargh. “Screamed Scraggy tail.

“Farmer’s wife has taken all of my nuts, what am I to do?”

At that point farmer’s wife turned round, where she saw scraggy looking all frantic.

“OH Scraggy tail, I am sorry if I have taken your nuts. They were just lying on the floor and you seem to have gone home, so I decided to make a cake for farmer John.”

Scraggy tail could only look in horror, as he saw farmer’s wife take out the cake from the oven, full of his walnuts.

“My walnuts.” He shrieked. “My beautiful walnuts.”

Farmer’s wife could see that scraggy was upset, so she looked at him and said.

“Tomorrow Scraggy tail, I will make sure that I leave the nuts that fall into your part of the ground. I shall only pick the nuts that fall on my side of the ground.”

With that farmer’s wife went outside to the walnut tree, where she put up a little fence around the inside of the walnut tree which was to be scraggy tails section. The outer side she would use.

Inside Scraggy tail’s section of the tree, farmer’s wife placed a dozen walnuts which she did not use.

“There you go Scraggy tail. I have some walnuts that I did not use. You can now take them home to your mother, and store some for winter.

Scraggy tail was pleased that he could actually take some nuts home for mother squirrel, and was also pleased that he was able to store some.

Farmer’s wife, never ever went into scraggy tail’s part of the tree to pick nuts again.

Both scraggy tail and farmer’s wife had enough walnuts to bake and store for the winter.

There was now peace and quiet back on Puddle Brook Farm. Farmer’s wife made sure if she ever picked any fruit, she would always leave some for her farmyard friends.

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