Hermaj – there’s a lot of stuff here that sounds incredibly familiar! My folks – who loved all of us kids and only wanted to do their best for us – also had nicknames for me in my early teens. As 3rd child, first daughter, I began all my ‘woman’ stuff around 12 or 13 and along with the puppy fat, burgeoning breasts and uncomfortable monthly bleeds I was also emotionally volatile and sensitive. How fitting then that my folks, then my brothers, all started calling me ‘Podge’ and ‘Tub’. It hurt, but then I assumed that was how things were. Just as they did. No-one was being cruel. But the wounds last for years, more so because you know it wasn’t meant cruelly. Just one of those things. And yes, being a child of the 50s, the food was good, honest, non-processed food but in huge portions – presumably a reaction to the economies of the war years. And yes! I remember the song ‘A Pub with no Beer’! Except I always thought they were singing ‘The Dog with No Beard’. Hey, I was just a kid, ok? 🙂
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1 Sep 14