Don’t we look adorable? This is my ‘cousin’ Craig and I on the wall of our boarding house (B & B) in Portrush, Northern Ireland. It was my first vacation since we traveled from San Francisco to Europe when I was a toddler. My mum, dad and little Kerry traveled around Europe like hobos before landing in Glasgow at Nana’s house. Dad disappeared back to the USA and that was that. It was hard for my mum, as a separated yet married lady, to get a decent job. She was well qualified but unable to work for a bank (because of her marital status) despite having been a foreign exchange teller in San Francisco.
Eventually she found a strange new career as a Private Investigator for a company that would ultimately be bought out by the Pinkerton Agency. She specialized in corporate retail fraud and was particularly gifted as she could switch accents (from UK to US). She was also as sharp as a whip. At the agency, Mum became life long friends with a lady in a very similar position. She too was separated from her husband, had two young boys and was living with her parents. They bonded immediately with each other and our families. Marie, my mum’s friend, adored my Irish Nana and my mum adored Marie’s mother who was Greek. Ironically both of them found living with their own mothers difficult, which was understandable.
The salary at the agency was below par but they saved up enough money to go to Ireland in 1964. I was 4 and Craig was 5 years old. I think the older brother was 8 years old. We stayed at this lovely three-story house. My mum and I had one room; Marie and the boys had the one next to it. I was at a perfect age; not yet old enough to be intimidated with school and full of exuberant zest. One evening after Marie and my Mum were having a drink in the lounge downstairs, they came up to find me in the middle of the boys’ bed. I am certain they did not invite me…they were well behaved, shy little boys. On another occasion, at the beach, the boys were horrified or amused when I ripped off my swimsuit and rocketed into the waves stark naked. I can remember my mum laughing and chasing me with a towel. This was a regular habit in our house and the phrase my mum used to keep me in line was, “The Moon will catch your bottom!”
Recently I was clearing out boxes and found old birthday cards from my ‘cousins’ when I was 5, 6 and 7 years old. Over the years we went on at least one more joint vacation in Dumfries. My mum and Marie often went on two-week work projects, mostly to Aberdeen and Belfast. They must have loved being alone and yet together. After my mum died, Marie confided in me that Mum had already started drinking too much on their trips. Marie would leave my mum alone with her whisky while she went to bed. There was no alcohol allowed in our house except at New Year.
I don’t think I had come across the photo above until I opened an envelope of my mum’s. It could have been sent after her death. If you look closely at our hands, you can see that I am firmly grasping Craig’s hand in my little paws. We were probably told to hold hands so they could get a cute photo. I laughed out loud, looking at the image, vaguely remembering that I snuck into bed with them. If I was young enough for Tinder, I could have tagged myself…warm, affectionate and dominant! That irrepressible Kerry did not reappear until my late teenage years. Below is a photo of Marie and my mum (right) on an evening out in Glasgow.
All that from holding hands. You wouldn’T HAVE TO TELL US THAT WAS YOUR MUM ON THE RIGHT. THE RESEMBLANCE IS THERE. Sorry about cap lock. Error.. Here to holding hands and mischief.
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I am her spitting image…😍 She was naughty, too!
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Parental behavior transferred upon the child.
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LOL!
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Oops forgot. I am naughty too. Lol
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What a fascinating story!! Oh, and you have not changed a bit!! 🙂
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Thank you so much! My socks still fall down…😁
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Haha! 🙂 You are most welcome!!!
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What lovely photos of you and your mum.
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Thank you so much, Katharine. They prompted some nice memories. K x
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It’s not every day that people almost instantly become close friends, like your mother and Marie did. They saw the good in each other right away.
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Thank you so much, Neil. Marie married again and moved to England. From then on they wrote a letter to each other every week until my mum died. They could telephone each other but just liked writing.
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Lovely pictures of you and your mum. You are her double Kerry. What a fabulous memory you have!
So Glasgow is buzzing with visitors from all over the world for COP26.
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Thank you very much, Anne. Never did I think I would look so much like my mum!! I saw a funny meme with the COOP26 across the road from Central Station. Isn’t 25,000 visitors a little carbon unfriendly?? 😁
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What an interesting story! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Pit! 😊
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You’re welcome, Kerry!
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Wow, international women of mystery…maybe that’s why you are such a good backyard detective, lol.
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Lovely to hear from you Irene! Thank you – in retrospect, I think I would have loved my mum’s job.
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It’s remarkable how she found her place against all odds; and I think you would do great, just like her.
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Thank you so much, Irene! K x
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Wonderful memories. I see that you are a clone of your mother.
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Indeed I am, Peggy, and thank you!
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Old pictures can bring on such interesting trips down memory lane, Kerry. I hope your memories brought by these photos were mostly happy, even though you must miss your Mum.
Best,
Tanja
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Thank you, Tanja. I had a complicated relationship with my mum but as I age, I realize that I am incredibly similar in nature but I have the benefit of good medication and care. K x
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I’m glad you are taking care of your needs, Kerry.
Stay well,
Tanja
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Hi Kerry,
Even at such an young age you were taking charge!
I love all the pictures. You are not letting go of his hand no matter what lol
What a beautiful friendship! I am glad they had each other to count on.
Thank you for sharing such special memory! Blessings! ♥♥
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I have exactly the same relationship with my husband – affectionately bossy! My feeling is that you might be the same…😊 A strange thing happened after my mum died. Marie, by then a widow, struck up a long distance friendship with my father in law who was looking after his wife who had Alzheimer’s. It warmed my heart. K x
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“Affectionately bossy”- I love that, and I think it fits me to a T!!
Perhaps I missed it, but is Marie still alive? She sounds like a real kind and genuine person?
I also wonder if you are you in touch with your “cousins”. You need to send Craig this picture!!
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No, Marie died a few years ago. I phoned her infrequently from the States. Her oldest son got in touch with me by email. We communicated for a little while but we didn’t really know each other as adults.
I dated exactly like you, back in the day. Within an hour I had decided whether the date would work or not…😍
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Thanks for sharing!!! It was beautiful to read…
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I am so glad you enjoyed it, Eliza. We need some happy stories right now. Glittery hugs to you. K x
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What a complicated and fascinating back story Kerry. You really ought to set it out in book form.
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Thank you, Roy. I am not sure that I want to recount all of the story again. Happy and not so happy memories. I am in a forgiving mood! 💟
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It’s not easy to get a nice friend who is ready to help like your mother and Marie.
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Thank you for your comment. It takes some hard work to maintain a life long friendship. Affection, respect and compassion.
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Yes, you are right.
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It is indeed an adorable picture of you and ‘cousin’ Craig!
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Thank you! K x
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I love your childhood photos and stories! I don’t think I could live with my mother as an adult. The relationships change, don’t they? (I’m just catching up after having Internet issues the past few weeks…)
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It wasn’t so uncommon back in the day but that didn’t make it any less difficult. My mum shooed me out of the nest by 21…not that I wanted to stay!
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I was out of my parents house as soon as I could. College years, then only summers as needed.
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You look just like your mom. Beautiful
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Thank you so much, Kelly. 💟
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very well expressed your feelings and pic is beautiful..
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Thank you so much!
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