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KEF

I've never liked white cheese as a child. In my 30's I really started to enjoy white Stilton when I mentioned it at my parent's it turned out to be my paternal grandfather's favourite. 

In my teens I hated what I called soup with bits in. As an adult the only soups I don't like have pearl barley in them...I was unaware that my father hated it, maybe it was because as a child he was fed a lot of it. 

Is it just me or have others experienced similar weird things ?   Probably just me 

Dovefromabove

I'm fighting that possibility - my son says I'm more like my delightfully batty aunt than like Ma - hope that's a good thing

pansyface

Oh Lord! Where to start! I see my mother in shop windows. I see her hands at the kitchen worktop holding a knife just THAT way. I see my father's varicose veins (thanks dad). I could go on but it's not a pretty picture

GemmaJF

I hated cheese when I was little, will eat most types now though. Not a change in taste as it was the consistency of it that use to put me off, not the taste.

The family trait miracle in our family is my son. He never met my Dad who passed away young at 57, when I was 19. My son is like a carbon copy of Dad in personality, looks and outlook. 

I think I actually try hard not to be much like my family, but I know deep down I'm slowly turning into my auntie Lilly. She always was the black sheep of the family, highly opinionated, and always out in her garden.  

1Runnybeak1

Oh yes Pansy, I too see the same freckly, hands of my Mother as I do chores. My hair has a cat lick at the front,  if I let it, just like hers.  The thick mad wavy hair of my Dad and his love of to much salt.  My girls all have the same hands. My brother is a walking replica? Of my Dad except for the hair. But has his walk, hands, freckles And is a smooth dancer like my Dad.  

I catch a glance of myself sometimes and see my Mom and Grandmother looking back at me. 

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Obelixx

Heaven forbid!!  I hope I'm more caring, more adventurous, more nurturing and kinder - and a better cook and gardener.

Lyn

I hope not as well, and I hope when I am old and need care that I will co operate with whoever looks after me.

I am more like my dad, he is quiet, placid, hates a fuss and crowds of people, parties, being of gypsy mother, he always loved being out doors, in those days it was scrumping veg, in later years growing it. Thats not to say we dont fight for ourselves, he was a boxing champion first for his school, then in the Navy, and at fairground.

I was glued to my dad, he couldnt move without me. Always have been, we were great mates when I was teenage, fixing motor bikes and cars. Sunday mornings would be down scrappy, mum would want me to help in the house.

My mum was a better cook than me, she loved messing about in the kitchen, I would rather be outside.

 

Clarington

My brother always reminds me of the milkman...

 

 

1Runnybeak1

CLARI.    Yes we had the same Milkman and we had moved 3 times. 

Seriously, and no disrespect to my parents but I am much more like my Maternal G.Mother.  She had a lot of the traits I have, not my Mom or Dad although I look like them both.  She loved flowers and the outdoors. She was a Farmers wife in Ireland.  When my Mother was given flowers she would just plonk them in case and never arrange them. Even as a little girl, that used to irk me. Never would picnic or eat outside, which I love.  Oh lots of things.  I'd better stop coz it sounds as though I'm getting at my Mother but I'm not. 

KEF

Thanks for your posts I thought this might be a bit of fun or die quickly onto page 10.

Not that I like to admit but I think I am developing my dad's eyebrows

I also had a relative named  Lily, my maternal grandma. Hence Lily of the Valley in my garden 

She loved bottled Guinness, not draft  and no other alcohol, she didn't lose her taste for it until she was 76. I don't think I take after Lily as I don't much like alcohol and am in no way opinionated or stubborn as she was(bless her)  but I do tell huge big fibs  Cheers all ! 

Green Magpie

The flip side of this is when you see your adult children turning into you....

Busy-Lizzie

My children say I look more like my father but have my mother's mannerisms. I know, like KEF, that I am getting my father's eyebrows because I have to pluck his stray long hairs.

My daughter says that when she gets in a tizz she can feel she's behaving like me and I know I behave like my mother when flustered.

Karmageorgina

On a recent visit to my granny's i found my great great grandpa was a horticulturist and dedicated his life grafting. He kept a special grafting knife along with his 'go to books' and journals and these have been given to me as i too wish to follow this path. Turns out his name was George Peck and had his grafting knife engraved with his initials which are the same as mine. Quite creepy but comforting! On the same trip i was given a ficus benjamina weeping fig from my great grandfather on my mother's side!

Must be in the blood!

1Runnybeak1

Oh I think that's lovely KARMAG 

star gaze lily

LOL Kef     

I have my dads hair, my mothers hands and when I look in the mirror I some times see her looking back at me. 

My mum was allergic to cheese and now I am, which is a pain as I love cheese.

 

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Lyn

I hope I dont inherit my dads hair, he's bald with a beard. Talking of beards.......

GemmaJF

Blimey KEF if i grew my Dad's eyebrows, I would have them lazered off!

"Huge big fibs"  surely not KEF ! ?

I already have my 80 odd  year mum's senior moments /  so I'm told but I don't believe it their only jealous of my photo memory ,......... now then where is the submit button¿ ¿ ¿

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