Cee’s Share Your World – 2015 -Week #29

Sharing My World This Week

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I can’t recall that I ever wanted to be anything, that was my trouble I guess. At school they expected us at age 12 to decide what high school courses we would take which would eventually lead to what career we would take up and I couldn’t do it. I ended up leaving school at fifteen because I hated it. I wasn’t a bad student, it was the school, the rules and the classes that I had no interest in that I disliked. I knew what I wanted to do though. I wanted to travel and see new places. I think the only thing that came close to being an ambition was being a travel agent. I did, as a young woman, apply to do a course but I was not accepted as there were only limited places.

What was your favorite food as a child? Do you eat it now? 

I still eat a lot of the things that I liked as a child but I’m struggling to remember if there was one thing I liked better than all the rest. We used to have roast lamb with roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding and vegetables every Sunday and I still love that although now it is an occasional treat as legs of lamb have become too expensive to have one every week, especially for just two people and I’m not very good at making Yorkshire Pudding. I do sometimes buy frozen ones. but they are not really the same. Half the fun of having it was mum’s weekly drama of will it or won’t it rise? The oven had to be just hot enough and if there was a draught in the kitchen it might collapse. We thought it tasted just as  good if it was flat though.  Sunday dessert or “pudding” as we used to say was often a creme caramel. I think it was something mum made from a packet and I haven’t had one in years. That was probably my favourite thing back then.

Roast lamb dinner
Roast lamb dinner

I used to like a roasted lamb shank too, they were so cheap then that we used to buy them for our dogs but mum and I both enjoyed eating them ourselves. We must have been ahead of our time, they are a bit of a gourmet thing now and served in restaurants.

I liked Cadbury’s fruit and nut chocolate and still do as an occasional treat. Bread and jam, I eat a lot of bread but don’t have jam very often, strawberry is my favourite but when I was a child we sometimes had greengage jam which was bright green.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen commercially made greengage jam in Australia so that’s one thing that I don’t have any more. I did google to see if I could find  a picture of it but none of the jams I found were the bright colour that I remember. They must have added food colourings in those days.

Ice cream was a special treat. We usually only had it when the Ice Cream man came by in his van which played “Greensleeves” to announce his arrival in the street. Sometimes we bought ice blocks or small tubs of ice cream or an ice cream cornet from the kiosk when we went to the park or at the seaside on holidays. Occasionally mum would buy a “Family Brick” in a cardboard container which we’d take home and have as a treat for dessert in summer.

Lyon's Ice Cream. I remember these.
Lyon’s Ice Cream. I remember these.

If you were invisible, where would you go?

It would be like an Access All Areas pass wouldn’t it? The Members Stand at the cricket, the Pit Lane at motor racing events, behind the velvet rope at the museum so you could see things close up. It would be a great way to get shut in the department store from last week’s post too.

Would you rather forget everyone else’s name all the time or have everyone for your name all the time?

I would rather remember people’s names, something I’m not always good at is putting names to faces and it’s embarrassing when someone starts chatting to you and you have no idea what their name is. I don’t care if people don’t remember my name. I went to a high school reunion some years ago and only met one person who remembered me but then I’ve forgotten the names of most of the people I was at school with 45 years ago anyway.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m really grateful for this question every week which makes me look for the silver lining in every cloud. Last week I had the tradesmen in to renovate the smallest room in the house. I’m pleased to have a major job like that taken care of. This week is a quiet one, not too much going on. At the moment I’m looking forward to the rain stopping so that I can walk into Geeveston and pick up a parcel from our friends in Melbourne which has been at the post office since Friday.

Our newly renovated "loo".
Our newly renovated “loo”.


I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.

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