tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post1647087409511059159..comments2024-03-28T14:44:38.278-07:00Comments on Codlinsandcream2: Help! I'm turning into my mother!Bovey Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-34054376571360719242010-10-01T09:29:00.692-07:002010-10-01T09:29:00.692-07:00Beautiful post. I'm the youngest of four daug...Beautiful post. I'm the youngest of four daughters born when my sisters were 18, 15, and 11. My sisters tell me that I've inherited Mama's love of "creating" and I think maybe it's so. <br /><br />By the way, my "Thinking About It" blog is now "My Southern Heart" and it's at: www.mysouthernheart.com ;-) And you're on my blogroll there!SouthernHearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07570700924252634215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-17736218550327173642010-09-30T11:07:46.811-07:002010-09-30T11:07:46.811-07:00Cheer up BB - it happens to us all!
I am a jig sa...Cheer up BB - it happens to us all!<br /><br />I am a jig saw freak in winter too - just bought a 1000 piece one in the Rijksmuseum - think it will take us the whole winter!The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-26647573851622607942010-09-30T07:17:34.531-07:002010-09-30T07:17:34.531-07:00On an old American tv show, Alice, one of the char...On an old American tv show, Alice, one of the characters, Flo, says, "Last night I looked down and you know what I saw? My Mother's hands! I loved my Mother, but from time to time I find myself displaying some of her less than pleasing traits--a touch of negativity-, but in thinking I think I'm becoming more like my Dad and that really surprises me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1Mac n' Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05732924562630675589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-62529145328126828022010-09-30T06:23:38.836-07:002010-09-30T06:23:38.836-07:00It is inevitable isn't? I thought that as I wa...It is inevitable isn't? I thought that as I was happily singing recently and my children begged me to stop (I used to do the same to my mother - children are heartless!) Itsy sends you a big hug.Maggie Christiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16047691937064748860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-39293414579108620292010-09-30T04:40:37.784-07:002010-09-30T04:40:37.784-07:00Oh yes.....something I realise with a jolt as I ca...Oh yes.....something I realise with a jolt as I catch sight of my/her face in a passing mirror.<br /><br />Something I realise as I sit contentedly in the evening , knitting something for my grandaughter, using a pattern from her knitting book.<br /><br />Despite terrible losses in the war, my mother had a good and busy life. She had learned to make the best of every day and that is something I hope she has passed on to me. <br /><br />As for the cats...... if mine don`t eat "on the top" then the dogs will steal every scrap.....Dartford Warblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04352965211143836326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-59380731757937955242010-09-30T00:57:03.325-07:002010-09-30T00:57:03.325-07:00Chris - Clock Patience - that's it . . . A tr...Chris - Clock Patience - that's it . . . A trip down Memory Lane indeed.<br /><br />Carol - I fought against it, but nature is playing all her cards now!<br /><br />MM - I don't feel quite so eccentric now!<br /><br />WSC - I would rather become my father (who I adored) than my mum - as we fought like cat and dog. I have my dad's brain and my mum's shape and habits - and walk too, apparently.<br /><br />Al - my g. granny on mum's side was rather rotund - I am fighting it!<br /><br />Kath - that was the quote I mis-remembered. I don't think you have any problems. Let us be grateful we aren't Madonna's daughter . . .Bovey Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-37709232106185013192010-09-29T23:45:19.577-07:002010-09-29T23:45:19.577-07:00It's inevitable. I look like my grandmother a...It's inevitable. I look like my grandmother and sound like my mother! By the way, we used to call it Clock Patience.ChrisJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11550420299395301062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-26847249404893002942010-09-29T16:43:03.708-07:002010-09-29T16:43:03.708-07:00What a thought provoking topic. I indeed came to ...What a thought provoking topic. I indeed came to the same realization last month that I am my mothers daughter with each passing day. I am 52. Nice to know I am not alone.Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14703115203372143402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-53297372566376224142010-09-29T14:06:15.713-07:002010-09-29T14:06:15.713-07:00I don't look much like my mother. My coloring...I don't look much like my mother. My coloring is that of my French Canadian paternal family. I daresay I look like my Dad's Mother as much as anyone. [I do have more teeth and do get professional haircuts.]<br />I catch myself sounding like my Mother did--a tone of [dsapproving] voice--could it be called querulous?<br />As to cats eating on the floor--we've always had a cat or two that needed special attention and that has usually meant a safe place to eat their dollop of canned food without being jostled by those who gobble.<br />I suppose that most people would not want to share a meal with us as J's cat, Raisin, has been allowed to sit on the end of the table while we eat. [Sigh.] What can I say?Morning's Minionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912356455981434029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-24984895962797849312010-09-29T13:07:53.267-07:002010-09-29T13:07:53.267-07:00This resonates; I wish I was becoming more like my...This resonates; I wish I was becoming more like my beloved mother (or had become, as I have outlived the age when she died). To my horror, I see myself becoming more like my father whom I have to admit to my shame that I hated. Not in looks, but in occasional and increasing irritability. The one mother/daughter thing I do remember is that just before my wedding day, my mother sent me to have my hair done by 'her' hairdresser; and I came out with Mummy's hairstyle and not what I had envisaged and was so cross and embarrassed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-51296729773189132932010-09-29T11:50:36.481-07:002010-09-29T11:50:36.481-07:00"All women become like their mothers. That is..."All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his". ~Oscar Wilde<br />And not only in their ways, my Mum and I have birthdays 2 days apart, every year we have our photo taken and we look more alike with each year that passes!Kathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04003521059890699861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569181568013465215.post-82271918046481249062010-09-29T11:30:36.499-07:002010-09-29T11:30:36.499-07:00I'm almost the shape of my Granny!!!I'm almost the shape of my Granny!!!Alistairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16667242161539996736noreply@blogger.com