A Life Less Ordinary
For the first Twenty years of my Life, in Liverpool. I was only too happy, to live with my For Ever Young, Philanthropic, Ultra Creative, Trail Blazing.
Beloved Nan. Who gave so Generously to One and ALL, throughout, her Short, 66 year life. I love you now, as I did THEN .My Wonderful, Unique, Nan. God only knows How I Love You!
Rest In Peace Nan. See you later.
My Nan, lived Three lives, in those, 66, Short Life Span years..Hard Times!
So ahead of her Time. Who taught me to be, the Fighter, Survivor, I had to later become, in My Extraordinary Difficult Life’s Journey. Called, DESTINY..
To stand up and Fight against, Injustice. To Protect and Defend myself ,on this journey, called Life.
Without this All Important, Wisdom Awareness, in those early years of my Life. REAL Poverty and Despair. Abuse of Women was everywhere.
Women Had To Be Seen and Not Heard. Even Today on this Misogynist Island is still so Prevalent .But especially, in the North. Reality not an illusion of life. No Rose coloured glasses.
Liverpudlians Fight for Justice. Stand up to Life, they don’t back down. With Humour and without Fear. Any True to Type Liverpudlian of the old school .With A Heart of Gold.
My Catholic schooling, brought more discipline, with strict Religious Faith. St.Micheal’s was one of the Toughest schools, in Liverpool, at that time.
It Bred Character or it Broke You! A mixed school with 40 or more kids in every class,in the 60’s.That said, so many Clever ,Talented kids and some not so clever Kids, poor things.God Help Them. Who would Attend, that, Prison Regime of A School.
So,I was well rehearsed made Aware of my life’s journey. From my all important earlier impecunious years. Laughter was Paramount with each passing year. Second skin essential to my Rare Life’s Blood.
I already, had ahead start, with My Mother Lillian’s insistence, on teaching me to read at 2 years of age. So, its the way, it is and has been for me. I am always ahead of the Game called Life. Ever since. Hitting the Ground Running. Never Give up.
At around eight years ,my artistic ability, started to shine through, in mega proportions. Surprise to all. My love of Calligraphy, Art and Writing. Colour co-ordination. I loved it! Although, my strong sense of Intuition was apparent from a very early age, in my young life. A Shy little Reserved girl, with a Deep Love, for my Mother and Nan, my kid Brother kenny. I became, the Mother to my Mum from quite a young age.
I worried about my Mother everyday.
My intuition made me, more than, aware,that, I would write, a Book in my early Teen years, I just knew. My feeling is never wrong.My feelings are facts.So, I am Told, by the Powers, that be.Psychic.
Hitherto, I have written 4 Books, so far.Promoted them on TV and Radio.You Tube.Com
Which, is such A Claim, to Fame. MARVELLOUS! A Great Privilege and Honour.
Had it not been for my long friendship with, The Film Star, Matinee Idol, Author. Terence Henry Stamp. Who inspired me to write, albeit, 35 years ago. After writing a piece, A sensitive, loving, Hand written piece, for Terence’s Henry’s Fiftieth Birthday .A Profile on Stamp. Which took 3 months ,hand picking every word.
A way of giving him something back for all the indirect, real connection and intense inspiration ,that he gave me .
When ,I knew No one in The Greatest City in the World called London, in 1981. He Saved Me! Terry Stamp, informed me ,”THAT I CAN CERTAINLY WRITE” Unquote.
My Affinity,to Terence Stamp,The man not the Actor,lasted Ten or more years.I Loved and Adored him.
After, just a few months, of living in Belgravia, in The West End of London.Feb,1982.A freezing cold winters night. My Alcoholic husband turned violent. Threw me out without a coat or shoes. Better that, than to be beaten up. This would have been the 6th violent attack in that 18 year, of so called, Cathedral Marriage.
Unheard of, in the Mega Rich, Hamlet of Belgravia. That, I know of ,with the exception of the Late Lady Lucan. Who’s husband tried to Murder her. God rest her soul.
For Every Woman who has ever been Sexual Attacked, RAPED.
To have Lived Through this Horrific Ordeal.I SAY TO YOU FROM MY HEART THAT THERE IS SO MUCH HONOUR IN SURVIVAL..
RESURRECTION.