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My hopes, thoughts and dreams of everything I believe in.

Adulthood…….The maidenish and lonely years.

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Let us know embark on my hopes and dreams as an adult. Well, well, well up until the age of about twenty four I was a lonely young lady who lived with her parents, worked in libraries, studied for my B Tech. National in Public Administration and City and Guilds Library Assistant Certificate.

In my spare time, I used to go to dancing classes, youth hostel association meetings and weekends away, all this in the hope of finding my Prince Charming.

Apart from that my spare-time activities centered on taking Brownie Guide meetings, going to Pack Holidays with the girls and if I was not doing that being with my parents, going on holiday with them, going to church with them, attending various conferences to which they were invited as well as mixing with members of the Czech Community as well as being a dutiful daughter.

Suddenly one day I had an eye opener which came as a cold shower to me as there was not a boyfriend or a possible guy I wanted to have a relationship with in the picture. My best friend invited me to her wedding together with my parents. During the reception and after congratulating her and her new husband she said to me. Do not worry your turn will come. At that very moment in time I thought she was joking.

Shortly afterwards I went round to a friend’s house with whom I used to take Brownie meetings and there was a young lad aged about twenty six, lying on the floor studying algebra. At that moment in time it was quite hard to concentrate on what the Guider in Charge had to say and at that very moment in time I thought to myself, nice arse, that I would not mind being friends with him

About six months later there was a phone call, it was this young man again. During the conversation he said there is a lovely Concert in the Festival Hall Soon, would you like to come. Yes, Ok. I replied. It was a moonlit night, the Concert was lovely, my companion was well attired and long behold there was a feeling of deep friendship developing inside me. This friendship carried on for about two years on and off when suddenly he announced I am leaving London and am going to live in the Isle of Man. Oh my God! What am I going to do?

Never mind my darling said my long suffering mama, you cannot win them all. There are plenty of fish in the sea……. Hopefully anyway I replied.

Unbeknown to me some people I knew from the dancing classes organised a meeting with a guy who also used to enjoy dancing. This particular gentleman was of a Jewish Faith. The friendship between us developed and went on and off also for two years. It was during this time that me and the previous gentleman were on a break. Suddenly I arranged a trip to Mexico with a group of Guiders from the region. Unfortunately, we had a coach accident and shortly after coming home the second gentleman and myself have split up. This was another turmoil in my life. So I sat at home knitting and crying my eyes out.

There was another turn in the story. The first gentleman in question came down to London to see me. He took me out for a meal, took me out for a drink and generally kept me company. This lasted for about a week. Shortly afterwards he went back to the Isle of Man. It was the same summer that my late grandmother organized a meeting between me and a Czech gentleman. I came over to Prague and he came over to London. During this time we wrote letters to each other. Secretly, I was hoping and dreaming the first gentleman in question would contact me again.

My long suffering mama could sense how I was feeling and frequently repeated Out of sight, out of mind. As she was saying this I was still hoping. Life carried on as normal for the next five years. I was in London; he was on the Isle of Man. This carried on for the next three or four years. Suddenly a letter came. Just a neutral letter which was testing the water. I replied, he wrote, back I replied again, and then suddenly there was a phone call during which he said. Would you like to come over for a holiday? Yes please, was the answer it is a lovely place for a holiday. Is it alright if I stay with a friend? About two or three nights later he proposed to me and shortly afterwards during an intimate moment it was the first time somebody actually fancies me as a woman and is interested in me as such. It is a lovely feeling.

Well folks, it is time to finish the post and go down to have my tea and leave the rest for my next post. The life of a writer’s widow on the Isle of Man.

That is all folks

Bye bye for now

Miki

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Hopes and dreams……. Teenage Years.

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Hopes and dreams……. Teenage Years.

 

dreamsHi folks welcome to part 2.

Of Blog entitled hopes and dreams. Well well well what a transformation. Something I would have never had dreamt of in the past. Most Czech girls would have finished their primary, secondary studies and led their lives in the Czech Republic, but not me.

Long was gone the dream of going to dancing classes, getting married at St. Vitus Cathedral, having a Krinolyn made for me for end of session balls and having a career same as everybody else

This particular dream has not materialized, for me my teenage years turned out to be completely different. In England it was a question of total transformation. Initially a land of Lyons Corner Houses, speaking in terms of pounds, shillings, and pence, and, oh my God, getting used to thinking in terms of yards, furlongs, ounces, miles, pounds(in terms of weight) as well as total and utter mishmash and dear Gods this was not all.

School, well, well, well.

Textbooks, what textbooks. Some kind of lettuce leaves bound in a folder, language center in a villa? Rather than in a proper school  building, going to my secondary school through a market, being taught by nuns, after school sitting in a car and working on my homework which was set that very day.

What about life outside school. Boys? Youth Clubs? Maybe for some other girls yes, but all I could do is dream of getting a boyfriend. For me it seemed to be being with my family, going to Guide meetings and on Camps , studying, going to Conferences and holidays with them. What was left there for me to do. All I could do was dream

That is all I can say about my teenage years, and the rest is for you to make of it what you like.

Hope you enjoyed the post and would look forward to my next one. Adult life.

That is all for now as dinner is ready to be served, but I hope you enjoy the video below. Who says kids are all bad these days, I wish I could sing as well as them!

Bye for now.

Miki

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HONEY!…HONEY!…I WANT HONEY!

Nearby where I live is a Nursery School which is called Hopes and Dreams, and when I am passing the nursery I often think what are Hopes and Dreams.

What do all of us dream about, and what are our hopes for the future as:- 0

1/children 2/teen and young adults

2/adults

I suspect there are as many varieties of hopes and dreams as there are grains of sand on a wave kissed beach, and that no two grains are the same, but why not begin with the hopes and dreams of children, what might we see there?

What are the young childs Hopes and Dreams?

The first thing that comes to mind are sweets, chocolates and being in their  mothers arms. Then comes the question of reading, and the ideas that go through a young child mind. Are they going to dress up in colourful costume,  and slay many  fiery dragon, or hope that, one day, their Prince will come?

I experienced these and similar hopes and dreams when I was in the kindergarten in my home town of Prague in the Czech Republic. My happiest times were sitting on an old green swing which was covered bya huge weeping willow.

What was I really dreaming about? To this day I do not really know.

Maybe about nature and all the different flowers I could see in the garden where the swing was. Maybe about lunch as I could smell a sweet smell of custard coming out of the kitchen where lunch was being prepared. Maybe about going to Primary School, what my school friends are going to be like, and what my school bag is going to be like . The other dreams all  of us had were at guide camp at a place called Odlezly. There was an inter-patrol / inter-six canoeing competition judged by Guider in Charge and her Deputy. Our dream was to come first, but sadly were beaten by a better, if somewhat annoying  team.

But were there other dreams and hopes apart from the above, and are they deeper, than the simpler dreams before?

The answer is yes, yes and yes again.

But such dreams are for my next post, as during my teenage years so much was to change.

I stIll say long live the dreams of childhood though, for if they are happy dreams, they support us over the years to come

Hope you like this post, will enjoy reading it and want to come back for more bye bye for now, but  I hope you enjoy the video below- do you ever dream of being a chiwawa!

Childhood Hope and dreams

WELCOME TO MY BLOG

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This blog as you see from the DVD is about me, and my take on where I live, my hopes and dreams, my homeland, working in retail, what it is like being a writer’s widow, and looking at life from the outside and looking in.

I am a forty plus year  married woman , ( a lady never gives away her age), living with my husband Chris in a lovely house with two cats on the Isle of Man. A com-over to the Isle of Man in 1994 from England, where I worked as a library assistant in Brent Town Hall Library,  work I knew inside out and loved. And now, oh my God, what a difference a move makes.

Whilst in London I lived with my parents in a sterile sort of house in North West London where I used to be a bird in the gilded cage and did not know the first thing about life, but now as the song says I am what I want to be, I just want to be me, I am just free.

Sometimes a little girl who wants to be nurtured and comforted, at other times a wife, a daughter, a customer assistant in a busy supermarket on the Isle of man, a writer’s widow as well as a proofreader, but underneath all this I am just me, I am what I want to be,  I am just free.

As Chris says please do not change, I do not want you to change, I just want you to be whom you want to be, I just want you to be free.

So there you have it. I am just me, warts in all, I am what I want to be, I just want to be me, I am just free.

That is about all for now hope you enjoyed my first ever post. Looking forward to hearing your comments and responses at the bottom of this post.

By bye for now MIKI.