Thanks for sharing this. It’s fascinating how a book from the past can resurface and bring back so many memories and realizations. Your reflections on navigating your dreams alongside your father’s expectations struck a chord with me. It’s interesting how time reshapes our understanding of what’s important and how those early experiences continue to influence us. That book clearly held a special place for you then, and even more so now as you revisit it 😄
I wanted to be a gardener working at a garden nursery but my father said that wasn't a job for a girl. I ended up working in various office administration roles until I was 47 when, at last, I became a professional gardener. All those years of claustrophobia, hating going to work, never settling. I should have been stronger like you but this was the 1960s when a girl just needed a job until she met the man of her dreams, married, had babies and believed her father knew what was best.
I think my ‘strength’ really was fear, backed by logic. Logic worked with my dad. That and being handed a fait a complete in the way of a UCAS form already filled in and posted. I am so pleased you finally achieved your desire though. It shows those interests never truly die and fathers don’t know best
Thanks for sharing this. It’s fascinating how a book from the past can resurface and bring back so many memories and realizations. Your reflections on navigating your dreams alongside your father’s expectations struck a chord with me. It’s interesting how time reshapes our understanding of what’s important and how those early experiences continue to influence us. That book clearly held a special place for you then, and even more so now as you revisit it 😄
Thank you. Yes, being able to look back and reflect has been very interesting. And my journey continues.
I wanted to be a gardener working at a garden nursery but my father said that wasn't a job for a girl. I ended up working in various office administration roles until I was 47 when, at last, I became a professional gardener. All those years of claustrophobia, hating going to work, never settling. I should have been stronger like you but this was the 1960s when a girl just needed a job until she met the man of her dreams, married, had babies and believed her father knew what was best.
I think my ‘strength’ really was fear, backed by logic. Logic worked with my dad. That and being handed a fait a complete in the way of a UCAS form already filled in and posted. I am so pleased you finally achieved your desire though. It shows those interests never truly die and fathers don’t know best