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I loved the way Montessori tries to foster independence. I love this video. A Montessori style Home that is Actually Functional. I experimented with some of these ideas with my son. I bought things like a mini spreader, (We also had a drinks station, which for me generally ended up a bit of a mess at times) which I still have. My son was somewhat more enthusiastic about the washing up back then than he is now. My ex husband often thought that my daughter would have benefited from the Montessori more than my son. He may have been right. She walked around like she owned the place at the Montessori. She used to come with me to pick him up etc. When I went with her she had absolutely no confidence issues there and within minutes had found a little boy to play with and was walking round holding his hand. I did look at the video with a bit of scepticism, knowing that my son would have upended all the shelves etc within minutes. In case you are wondering our son was a George (See Joyce Grenfall video below.)
The Montessori teacher used to try so hard not to lose it with the class some days. Joyce Grenfall Nursery School
All I remember about my Nursery School days is being booted out of the Wendy house one time for being disruptive. I had been given the slipper. I had also upset a teaching student, when I had become distressed at being once more cast as a tree. I had decided to start out as a seed to liven things up.
I had been booted out of the lesson.
I would have loved to have been this child when I was a toddler. Slip Sliding Away – Paul Simon
Our children had a lovely kinder teacher They made a big fuss when my daughter had taken in some marigolds she had grown herself and had posed for a picture with her.Our son’s group had got along so well, they had kept everybody together for an additional year. Our son’s best friend was a girl.I know she went to university locally. I wish they had caught up. My son always had a crush on her. I got on reasonably well with the other mothers in the group too! I have a lasting image in my head of the girl with red curly hair getting absolutely plastered in mud. I loved her for it. The children were always So Happy Together -The Turtles. Their teacher had no interest in we, adults. She lived for the children. She had the ability to bring harmony. She had even organised a reunion the following year for the group.
My Not So Secret Garden
Secret Garden – Bruce Springsteen (Jerry Maguire) Where we live the easiest green crop to grow is silverbeet. I didn’t tend to like the stalks. Cherry tomatoes will take over the whole garden if you let them. We had plants springing up in the front garden from the compost, all Winter long.
Reunited – Peaches & Herb My ex had threatened to chop the Peach tree down one year. I had done a Prince Charles and warned it, it had better produce some fruit. That year I had distributed peaches to the entire street. I tried to spare the tree between us and the house and the back too! We had a deal! Yes I am afraid I talked to all my plants too!
Talk Talk – Talk Talk I shared my crops. I saw it as giving back to God.Harvest For The World – The Christians I had an album by The Christians.For some reason the words of the song Forgotten Town resonated. I forgot how forgotten I had felt. I don’t even remember what happened to the postcard. My arty and musical friends were ready with the Irish coffees. My brother usually supplied the whisky. I have always had a soft spot for The Guardian. The Last time I remember things looking this bad was under Edward Heath when we had a 3-day week and power cuts.
Paradoxically I have very happy memories of that time, sitting round the radio listening to Dick Barton special agent and eating meals by candlelight. I remember mum making steam pudding every day. My Dad’s speciality dish was spotted dick. (I had loved eating our meals by candlelight too.) I think it was one of my happiest childhood memories. We had all seemed so close.
Stripping Things Bare
My poster means everything to me. It would not stay up on the wall. I have to confess my inhibitions went out the window when I had gone to stay in France with my beloved arty friends. Somehow we had all ended up walking through fields scantily clad. Our British inhibitions were eased by France and alcohol. Licques, France. (Perhaps a little of my French blood was showing.) My only disappointment sharing with an art teacher was, she never used naked male models at our house. I believe someone in the house had posed for her at her studio. None of us had ever seen that particular painting. My art teacher friend had really helped me.
I never saw any nudity in the house.
I do remember seeing a naked couple in the hostel in Jerusalem. I had bumped into the guy fully-clothed at Prague Airport. With my usual Subtlety I had quipped that I didn’t recognise him with his clothes on. He had bought me a sandwich. I hadn’t the money for a visa at the time or I would have visited Prague itself with him. I considered the sandwich to be miracle enough. He had also bought me a cup of tea.
Remarkably I had seen Martina Navratilova at Prague Airport too. Pierre XO seems to feel more at home in Prague than in the US. I used to like Pierre XO. Friends With Benefits Secretly Share Their Feelings For Each Other. He seems very unhappy nowadays. I think he has had a few bad experiences with the opposite sex. I know how that feels but I have not let it evolve into permanent misandry. (I learned that word from a surprising source. (Only one person has ever accused me of hating men. This person is an online bully who has managed to seize control of a website intended to help abuse victims.)
I would say, “Get Therapy.” but in my experience most therapists do more harm than good. Charlie At The Therapist
Trying To Explain Victims of Domestic Violence/Narcissistic Abuse
God Bless Couples Counselling. My experiences of couples Counselling would make Alan’s seem terrific.
Why Going To Therapy with a Narcissist Is The Worst Idea -Debbie Mirza I was so traumatised after one couples Therapy session I had sat in the bath half the night. When he could no longer get me to go into counselling he tried to force me into mediation. I found a Mediator who was also a lawyer who I thought might see through his behaviour
He had become so apoplectic with rage when the Mediator had contacted him, that the legal mediator had become concerned for our safety and had referred me to a good lawyer.
He had warned me to be careful. One person at least who had recognised how dangerous he was. I knew I needed a cool, dispassionate person to handle him. He had eventually managed to infiltrate my lawyer’s office too. Unfortunately a gullible woman who worked there gave him my email address. He had then “accidentally ” sent me an email. I blocked him immediately. Nobody had understood why I was so upset.
Why Didn’t You Just Leave? I felt the court system would leave my children exposed and vulnerable. I did finally end things when my daughtery(my youngest) reached an age where she would be allowed input. It was one of the first things I checked on my legal course.
Source ABC TV & iview
I don’t think I will ever feel safe again. There is something wrong with my jaw. It clicks. My processing speed has probably not returned to normal yet, I mostly just want to be left alone.
God’s Peace In A Garden
God’s Garden by Dorothy France’s Gurney My Dad used to recite this poem. I often thought of it when I was gardening.
He did seem to put rather lot of emphasis on the word white, so there may be racist overtones to this version.
I grew marigolds to protect my tomatoes. The theory of permaculture is that you allow things to get in a balance, so you don’t need all those nasty chemicals. My ex would walk around like something out of Ghostbusters when he wanted to upset me.
The nicest thing he ever did was buy me a greenhouse.
The Garden Was Our Escape
The children had never worked out there was anything wrong when they were bringing me food and drinks to the treehouse. They had seen it as a game. I had become very cold but I knew if he attacked me there, it would be seen for miles around.
God even arranged for a horse to poop 💩 at the front of our house. My ex had very kindly collected it off the street. I put it in the compost bin with the worms. There were no worms in our garden till I started adding them from my compost. I think I also supplied the rest of the street. My 30 dollars of worms went a long way. Worms can get pretty big in Australia.The Giant Earthworm -David Attenborough
These are not typical. I had three compost bins full of worms.
Five Reasons To Compost With Worms Source: Agritecture
Composting Tip: I covered the top of my compost with newspaper which I had tried to keep damp. If it was not kept damp, ants would take over.
I was thrilled when we had started getting preying mantis in the garden. I had done a comprehension exercise about them as a child. I learned as a teacher, boys are often more interested in non-fiction than in stories.
Bees would sometimes start to die in my parent’s passage way. My parents would bring them into the house and revive them. My daughter was known to attempt resuscitation on beetles.
We All Stand Together Paul Mc Cartney. This features Rupert The Bear, another firm favourite of mine. The same aunt and uncle who bought me the poetry books had also regularly bought me ‘Rupert the Bear’ books.
We had been barefoot in the garden a ĺot. Unfortunately one day my son had trodden on a bee/wasp. It had wound up being a potentially life-threatening situation. He had started to swell up. I had repeatedly called for an ambulance but in the end my friend had driven us to the hospital, where they had then complained that I should have called an ambulance. My ex was shocked when he had finally turned up in the evening, (after I had been running backwards and forwards to callboxes for hours) just how bad my son was. My son used to have an epi pen after that. After visiting an allergy specialist it was decided he mainly just needed allergy medicine.
Allergies & Anaphylaxis St John’s Ambulance NSW Australia
I seem to have done a pretty good job of attracting predators on my own. 😆
Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes by Paravi
The Herb Garden This was a favourite show of mine as a child, It taught me the name of all the herbs, I have grown everything except knapweed.
Clearly there were other gardeners nearby as my ex pulled up a marijuana plant which had self-seeded in our backyard. I guess somebody was just being neighbourly.
Please never use phrases like “Life happens etc” to me. It is likely to be the last time I ever talk to you.
It is an abuse tactic called Minimisation I am currently being bombarded with a BUPA ad which has “Life Happens” as its slogan. It makes me want to throw my computer across the room. They obviously want me v to never speak to them again.
I can take a hint!!!