Places where you have lived...

Constant moving schools for the children can certainly be an issue and concern.  

When I went to live in Nigeria, my two stayed in the UK with their natural birth father.  It was a difficult decision, but one which had to be made.  When school Summer holidays arrived, I flew back and took them out with me for the duration of holiday period.

However, they did move schools more times than I was happy with.  Although they have both succeeded well in life - son now 51 and daughter 49 next week.  
    Am I really old enough to have 'children' of that age??  

us all don't worry!

I was born in London to a Welsh father and English mother. Can you imagine our house rugby match days 

My parents moved to Wales after WW2 from London as my father's parents were born in Cardiff. Are you falling asleep yet   it's okay am used to it. 

We lived in mostly coastal parts of Wales but moved to Cardiff when I was 7.

I lived in Vale of Glamorgan after my divorce and in 2010 I met Mr Goldie. They don't call me the black widow for nothing you know. No didn't bump off number one.

We decided to retire early and emptied our money boxes and moved to Lanzarote. 

Guess what we are planning another move later on this year. The world is a big place and the clock is ticking and not in the right direction . 

Irene wrote:

Constant moving schools for the children can certainly be an issue and concern.  

When I went to live in Nigeria, my two stayed in the UK with their natural birth father.  It was a difficult decision, but one which had to be made.  When school Summer holidays arrived, I flew back and took them out with me for the duration of holiday period.

However, they did move schools more times than I was happy with.  Although they have both succeeded well in life - son now 51 and daughter 49 next week.  
    Am I really old enough to have 'children' of that age??  

 
 

Wow what an interesting life you have lived.

I think personally the education was seeing other countries and cultures and experiencing different sites and sounds..

Children adapt to changing schools.

Time certainly does fly that's for sure 

Ciderman wrote:

I was born in Pinner, Middlesex but don't have any memories as we moved to Stondon Park when my father who was a London Met cop before the war , joined the RN. I was born shortly after the outbreak of war and on one occasion dad was home on leave while his ship was being repaired, and jovially referred to me as "Britain's answer to Hitler".  When the war was over dad stayed in the RN and put in for every overseas posting that was going and we went to Bermuda for 3 years where he was stationed on HMS Malabar, a 'stone frigate'  (shore base). I had 3 years of intense fun! Swimming , fishing and cutting myself on sharp bits of coral.


Then it was to New York for about 6 months, where I learned to speak "Bronx", and when I got home to England my grandparents couldn't understand what I was saying. Then dad was posted to the Reserve Fleet in Harwich, where he was on HMS Tyne, the depot ship , which he swore was aground on gin bottles, and was bored out of his brain for 2 years while I attended Colchester Boys HS as a weekly boarder.

Another possibility turned up of an exchange with the RNZN as an anti submarine and minesweeping specialist in New Zealand, but upon arrival found that there were no submarines or mines to play with so after a series of lectures of a theoretical nature dad became 1st Lt on HMNZS Tui, a small corvette. During my school holidays he managed to wangle me trips on Tui with Sea Cadets or RNZNVR trainees. After a 3 year stint dad had to either sign on at the end of a commission period and go back to England or opt out and stay in NZ. He loved it here so we stayed. I've been back in 1963 for two years and two trips back in 2008 and 2009 but I think, (with all due respect) that he made the right choice. 

I went to a total of 14 schools so can't beat The Beast!

 

Another interesting read.

Why is it when you visit New York and ask for directions to Mace's they point and say round the and it's about 5 miles away.  I got used to it in the end as everything  was around the corner 

davo wrote:

yes but all this moving cost money!  think what you've saved - all these experiences cost

 Great who cares about money.  You can't take it with you 

I've lived in a number of houses but haven't gone far. They have all been only a short drive away from my home town of Aldershot, Hampshire. Anyone who has been in the Army will have heard of the town (or lived in the barracks) because of it being the home of the British Army. Nearby is Farnborough, which still hosts the Airshow every two years.

It is an area of high population but also has some good countryside all around. Much of it owned by the Ministry of Defence. Thankfully, they let the public roam most of it with only a few sensible restrictions. It is a military training area and the public are advised not to stray off the paths in some areas. They don't want to clear up the body parts if anyone touches a suspicious object.

I notice a bit of conversation about copy/pasting. Typing a post in Notepad (a plain text editor) or the mentioned Wordpad is good. Text typed in these should copy/paste without any formatting problems. A slight drawback with these is that they don't have a spell checker included. I have come across a couple of good plain text editors that include spell checkers. These being 'Jarte' and 'DocPad'.

I'll put a bit about them in the 'Computer Matters' forum tomorrow. Just something that might be found useful.

Mart wrote:

I've lived in a number of houses but haven't gone far. They have all been only a short drive away from my home town of Aldershot, Hampshire. Anyone who has been in the Army will have heard of the town (or lived in the barracks) because of it being the home of the British Army. Nearby is Farnborough, which still hosts the Airshow every two years.

It is an area of high population but also has some good countryside all around. Much of it owned by the Ministry of Defence. Thankfully, they let the public roam most of it with only a few sensible restrictions. It is a military training area and the public are advised not to stray off the paths in some areas. They don't want to clear up the body parts if anyone touches a suspicious object.

 

Had a relative  in the services who lived in Tidworth. He had arranged for a private Harrier Jump Jet display for me. Amazing  :stormy:

Beautiful countryside there Mart agree.

This is where I used to live. Blucks Island in Bermuda. We lived in the house on the left and the other occupied by the owners, Major and Mrs Kitchener. He was the nephew of Lord Kitchener of Khartoom, a lovely old couple. My dad was picked up by a naval launch every morning except when he was officer of the day, when he stayed overnight at HMS Malabar. My mom home schooled me so I became very good at French, Geography, English and History and absolute crap at maths and science!

Looks amazing CM. 

Were there any other children on the island?

Fantastic Ciderman. Looks lovely  :;smile:

Fantastic Ciderman. Looks lovely  :;smile:

Irene wrote:

Looks amazing CM. 

Were there any other children on the island?

No just me Irene, but we did go 'ashore' about once week and sometimes I had a friend stay over.
I should add that the photo was taken  in the 1990's by an online friend, but the island has not changed much. It was once owned by W.Denslow, the artist involved in The Wizard of Oz shows.

Rudolf used to visit and stay and boy, could he eat!  My dad called him Bermuda's champion eater! He was younger than me but we had some fun together. He died about 2005 and I had only just made contact with him and my memories of those times made me think , so I wrote this for him. It wasn't the done thing then to fraternise with other colours!

The coral scars upon my hands,
Smooth patches cutting lines upon my palms,
Are witness to our childhood in the sun.
Your hands, so dark, have paler scars than mine.

Time long has passed since speckled dragon fish
Moved warily through grottos we had made
Painstakingly among the warming pools,

The while we talked of what we both should do
When we were old enough to join the world.

I wept with you when far beyond the reef,
Your father’s boat became as kindling wood.
We both threw flowers out into the sea,
Bright messengers of memory and love.

And now you look into my eyes
But neither you nor I will dare to speak,
Or join the jagged marks within our palms.

Very interesting post Ciders.