When I was eight I wrote a poem while sitting in the garden with my mother. We were in London and sitting in the garden didn’t happen very often because 1) My father preferred us ...
My grandmother, Sarah Agnes, was a feisty character. During the war, (that’s WWII) she bought up houses in London when they were going cheap because of the bombings. She was a ...
Last week, 25 years ago, I was ready for hubs to come home from the Bee-Gee’s tour and help me out for the last few days of carrying my Perriwinkle around! I was so excited, she was to ...
We shared shrimp poutine and a salad with hot pretzel bread...scarfing the lot at. A few snippets of news were exchanged in the noisy environment and comments about food, beer and ...
I keep records of birthdays in my calendars and diaries, and along the names I write the age they will be that year and bracket them. Daddy would have been 89 today. Daffodils will ...
Today is my rock climbing son’s first birthday… as a married man! I was still a working Mum when this little bundle of joy joined us. I’d caught the ‘flu and it ...
Continued privations at the end of the war made comments like,
"You'd never think we were the victors," commonplace on the rubble-filled streets and in the empty shops.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.