Me three!
Unfortunately, it seems to me. this will take a much longer time if it will ever reverse or even up.
I've seen women in my own family or outside of it who both worked outside and inside the home, while the men didn't lift a finger. Even those who tried to help, did it gloatingly. I'm not blaming the men; I'm blaming the situation and mindset.
Unless this mindset is changed for everyone, our human existence will suffer from being one-sided.
Lovely entry.
And yes, I know about the poppies. and I think it is a wonderful tribute to those who sacrificed so much, through the image of a beautiful flower with deep meaning.
Btw, I was born in 1943, a year before you.
Lovely entry.
And yes, I know about the poppies. and I think it is a wonderful tribute to those who sacrificed so much, through the image of a beautiful flower with deep meaning.
Btw, I was born in 1943, a year before you.
Our library offers language classes for immigrant parents as well as financial education.
There's tutoring for all ages at the library. There's computer classes. There's story time for the younger ones.
I love the monthly puppet shows; they teach children how to use the marionettes and then they do a monthly performance.
Prompt: Food
Which food you eat that makes you remember something happy or sad? Or what food do you eat to feel happier?
My husband and I were just speaking about childhood memories of food. I suppose like every country each district/county/state/region have their own special/weird food likes or dislikes.
My favourite childhood memories of food back in England were of being sick in bed. Those were the days before immunisations and all kids got everything. Measles, mumps, scarlet fever, Chicken pox etc, so I was often really poorly and not eating. My mum used to try everything to make me eat. I remember she made what she called ‘pobs,’ which was simply bread torn up into manageable size pieces (thinking sore throat) with warm milk poured over the bread, to soften it, and a sprinkle of sugar.
But my favourite thing to eat was a soft, sliced, white bread tomato sandwich with lots of salt. Both those things made me feel cared for, loved, safe.
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