{"id":226,"date":"2020-10-23T15:46:27","date_gmt":"2020-10-23T15:46:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/carolwake.me.uk\/?p=226"},"modified":"2021-01-16T19:50:58","modified_gmt":"2021-01-16T19:50:58","slug":"my-northern-roots","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/carolwake.me.uk\/index.php\/2020\/10\/23\/my-northern-roots\/","title":{"rendered":"My Northern Roots."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">First of all, I want to thank my Facebook friend for suggesting the theme for this blog post&#8230;..so thanks to you, Gordon Williams.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&nbsp;I&nbsp; was born in 1949 and lived in the North with my Northern parents until I came to live in the South in the summer of 1973.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I feel I am a true Northern woman and am proud of my Northern roots and I have tried to make my children be aware of being half Northern&#8230;..or North Eastern. I am proud to have been born and bred in North East<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I sometimes think that the North East is sometimes forgotten especially down here in the South&#8230;.even though I have found that I have met an awful lot of people that have moved down here like I did&#8230;.usually connected to jobs etc.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I wonder what life would have been like if I had stayed up the North East. One thing I would have been a &#8220;mam&#8221; and not a &#8220;mum&#8221;&#8230;.but hubby always talked of going back South and that is what we did.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I like to think that I have still got my accent, but am told that I talk &#8220;posh&#8221; now&#8230;..no I do not think so. I only know that I have a better accent than Brenda Blethwyn&#8230;.&#8221;Vera&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Apart from one brother&#8230;&#8230;the rest of my siblings still live in NorthEast and any trips&#8221;back home &#8221; have never been forgotten.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Have never forgotten my school days in the North and finding school friends from my senior school on Facebook has been very special&#8230;&#8230;I was picked on a lot when at school&#8230;I will not call it &#8220;bullied&#8221; even though today it would be called that&#8230;..but I am sure it made me the strong person that I feel I am now&#8230;..I know I am.. no &#8220;snowflake&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I was 24 when I first left the North East and now I am 71&#8230;&#8230;so work that out&#8230;..those roots have never left me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I miss the North East&#8230;.the people&#8230;&#8230;the family still up there and their friends that have become like family&#8230;.stotty cake and I can still make a&nbsp; decent panackaly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I miss not being able to see the sea in the distance&#8230;the drizzly rainy days that last the whole day&#8230;.the smell of crisps in the air when the wind was in the right direction<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Have travelled back in the coach and by train and love every bit of it&#8230;..hearing the Northern accents around you as you travel north. The feeling of not being the only person talking like that and also fully aware that you are also a stranger&#8230;&#8230;that&#8217;s one of the hardest things.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">But my mum and dad are buried up there so it&#8217;s always &#8220;home&#8221; at the back of my mind as being here in Guildford is &#8220;home&#8221; for my children and that is why I have stayed &#8220;down south&#8221;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>First of all, I want to thank my Facebook friend for suggesting the theme for this blog post&#8230;..so thanks to you, Gordon Williams. &nbsp;I&nbsp; was born in 1949 and lived in the North with my Northern parents until I came to live in the South in the summer of 1973. 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