1-Grandman Childhoon

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2008-9-16
Grandma’s Childhood
I am beginning to wonder whether my grandmother isn’t right when she complains, as she frequently does, that children nowadays aren’t as well-bahaved as they used to be. Whenever she gets the opportunity, she recounts in detail how she was taught to speak only when she was spoken to, and when she went out on her own, she was reminded to say “please” and “thank you”. Children in her day, she continues, were expected to be seen and not heard, but these days you are lucky if you ever hear parents telling their children to mind their p’s ans q’s.
If you give her the chance she then takes out of her bureau the old photograph album which she keeps there, and which she never tires of displaying. Of course when you look at the pictures of her parents you feel sure that, with a father as stern-looking as that, you, too, would have been “seen and not heard”. Besides him sits his wife, with their children around her: Granny and her elder brothers. It always occurns to me that perhaps those long, stiff, black clothes were so burdensome to a little girls, that she hadn’t enough breath left to be talkative,
let alone mischievous. It must have been a dull and solitary life too, for she stayed mainly at home during her childhood, while her brothers were sent away to school from an early age. Nevertheless, my childhood was much freer than Granny’s. I went to school with my brother, and I played football with him and his friends. We all spoke a common language and we got up to the same mischief. I would have died if I had had to stay indoors, wear a tight frock, and sew.。