This is a short, short story today because my fingers are busy doing NaNoWriMo – my ninth successive year with eight successful contributions behind me.
One of these days I will get around to editing the work and looking for an agent. I promise myself this every year but as 2016 has been so lousy, maybe this is the right time to start off a more productive new year.
I could have just worked my way through the Wiki page but when I looked there were only a few things that jumped out and had any influence on me and my life.
My birth took place on a council estate in my Mum and Dad’s bedroom at approximately 1620 hours and while my older siblings were watching ‘Popeye’ downstairs with my Dad. As a consequence my Dad wanted to have ‘Olive’ as my middle name. My Mum had different ideas and she won.
I had a mop of black hair when I was born and strange slanting eyes – so unlike my siblings that my Mum was convinced I had Down’s Syndrome. She eventually confessed her fears to the visiting midwife who told her to stop being so daft.
Very obligingly, my hair fell out a few days later and I turned into the blonde tot pictured a year later in the picture above.
My eyes turned out to be extremely short-sighted but this wasn’t discovered until I was eight years old. I had been a full-time spectacle wearer up until a year ago when I had cataract surgery on both eyes. My lens replacements mean that I only need specs for close work and my long-sight is on a par with the eagles (not the group).
I was born on the day that Berry Gordy Jnr founded Motown records.
A month later the music died when a plane with Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper (and their pilot Roger Peterson) crashed into a mountain in Iowa.
Fidel Castro became president of Cuba and women in Nepal won the right to vote.
Barbie made her debut in March; I always had Sindy dolls, although I did briefly own a Tressy – ‘her hair grows’ – well it did until my big brother and I investigated the outsize belly button that retracted her hair. Bald and unloved she went in the bin. We were callous children.
Various things happened throughout the summer – Cyprus gained independence and joined the UN – and the first Xerox machine was introduced to an adoring public. We no longer adore copiers and printers – we just shout at them.
The Twilight Zone premiered on telly and Asterix the Gaul was born.
November saw the completion of the first stage of the M1. It took another thirty years to complete it. More pertinent to me in my later life – the Declaration of the Rights of the Child was adopted by the UN.
I spent ten years working in child protection. Things have not improved over time and now that I am out of the official social care sector I feel sad that my ex-colleagues have so few resources to protect those who so badly need their support.