One other episode that live with me from the same era due to a fiery domineering mother :-
We were having afternoon coffee and cake, that's my parents me, my brother and sister, they were real little, me being the eldest. My mother's finger got hurt, can't recall how, but all hell broke loose, and my dad, as always was to blame, him being the quiet passive person he always was, and keeping peace at all cost, left the house, as he use to do, walk away from it.
Why I will never know, but at the tender age I was, I went and checked behind the kitchen door where he use to keep his rifle, it was not there. In tears I ran my little short legs of, looking for him in the bush,eventually found him under a tree. By then I were hysterical, I took the rile away, and just stayed there hugging him, for what felt like for ever.
A bond was formed between me and my dad, that will always be, and a rift between me and my mother.
I dedicate this Blog to my beautiful friend Robyn Simpson, who inspired me writing down my memories.:-
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