Stazjia's Lensography

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Who is Stazjia?

Now I live in Wiltshire, in the South of England. It's a very rural county, apart from the city of Swindon, it's almost entirely small towns and villages with nobody living more than 15 minutes from the real countryside.

I have two dogs, a springer spaniel and a cavalier King Charles spaniel. My two daughters are now grown up and both live in London, about 100 miles away.

My interests are travel, history, the environment and healthy living. I love to read particularly murder mysteries, thrillers, real science fiction (not so much fantasy), travel books, the back of cereal packets if I can't find anything else to read because I'm a real book addict.

I love writing too and I particularly like making Squidoo Lenses. I find the format and tools encourage me to write more than when faced with a regular HTML webpage. I've been commissioned to write articles for magazines here in the UK and also to write a couple of books. Now I'm not as healthy as I was and am semi-retired but I can't give up writing and researching for articles so I do it all online now because I can't guarantee I'd be well enough to meet magazine deadlines.

Sand in my Shoes 

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A holiday photo of me at the seaside aged about 3

Here in the UK we say someone has sand in their shoes when they can't settle down in one place but keep moving around.

From when I was a small child my parents, particularly my mother, had sand in their shoes. I was born in November 1948 so they had gone through the Second World War and maybe that was the reason they were so restless. My father had spent the war in the RAF (Royal Air Force) and my mother was a civil servant working in central London right through the Blitz and later bombing. She also trained as a St John's Ambulance volunteer and went out with a doctor after air raids to help victims of the bombing. She saw some terrible things and still finds it traumatic to talk about that time.

The first place I remember living was just outside Windsor but we moved from there when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I remember I went to the infants school in Windsor but had to go to a new school when we moved to Slough, a town not far away. Within a year or two we moved again, this time to a London suburb, then to Clevedon in Somerset, then back to a different London suburb. Our next move was to Paignton in Devon. By this time I was ten years old, my younger brother seven and the youngest brother was about 6 months old.

All through this time, my brother and I kept changing schools. We had to keep making new friends and catch up with changes in the curriculum as they varied a bit between schools. I took my 11+ exam in Paignton. This determined whether I was accepted by the more academic grammar school or a secondary modern. It was almost impossible to go to university if you went to a secondary modern. I was lucky and passed the exam.

I went to Churston Ferrars Grammar School, situated between Paignton and Brixham. Although my parents moved us all again it was only from Paignton to Brixham so I didn't have to change schools although my brother did. The next move took place in August 1964, a few months before my 16th birthday.

My mother was determined to live in another country. First of all she wanted to go to South Africa but then decided on the USA. My father was a chef and got a job at a restaurant in California about 50 miles southeast of Los Angeles. They put our house on the market, sold a lot of the furniture and packed everything we were taking with us.

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A school photograph of me aged about 13 in my school uniform


I didn't want to go. I was due to take my GCE exams the following year and without these my dreams of going to university would come to nothing. I screamed, argued and sulked but nothing would change my mother's mind or even get her to postpone it for a year. You can probably tell I've never really forgiven her and I've tried, believe me, I've tried.

We travelled to New York by liner on the SS United States. Just to add to my woes, I was seasick the whole way. It lasted just a few months. My mother hated it there. Funnily enough my younger brother and I loved it and made friends. My youngest brother was young enough to accept and enjoy it too. In January 1965, we travelled back to England on the ship the Queen Elizabeth (the one before the QEII) which was a fabulous ship. I took travel sickness pills and was fine.

We went to live in Bournemouth - another new school, but this time I was months behind everybody else in my preparations for the exams. I hated the new school, it was a bit late to make friends although people were friendly but they had spent years forming their little cliques and it was difficult to join them. I left school at the age of 16 and had to wait fifteen years to go to college and get my degree.

This rootless, restless childhood probably gave me an interest in new places, maybe because the quicker I got to know them, the more settled I felt - until we moved again. That is probably why I like writing about places in England now.

London 

 

Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way 

I'll be 60 years old in November (a young 60 I might add!) but I can still remember vividly scenes from my childhood. Not because I was happy but because I was extremely distressed, sometimes, when I was very young, to the point of hysteria. As I got older, I hid my emotions better.

To put it in a nutshell, my mother and father fought like cat and dog. It wasn't physical, nobody hit the other but there was a lot of screaming and shouting.

Until I was nine and a half it was just one brother who was a bit more than two years younger than me. Then my youngest brother was born. My brother and I shared a bedroom until brother 2 was born.

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My brother number one and I at the circus, no that's not my brother on the boy's shoulder!


My parents' fights would usually start late at night after we were in bed. We would be woken up by the screaming and shouting. Eventually our bedroom door would open, my mother would come in screaming, my father would come in after her. She'd say "Don't hit me, don't hit me". He would say he hadn't hit her but she was pushing her luck. Meanwhile brother 1 and I were cowering in our beds crying. My mother would even get us out of bed and hide behind us, using one of us as a human shield. This would go on for some time. Then my father would storm out of the room, slamming the door. My mother would cry hysterically, telling us what a bad person he was, then sleep in one of our beds.

To set the record straight - to my certain knowledge, my father never laid a finger on my mother. Both my brothers agree with this.

There would be some slamming of doors and sulking the next day then I guess they went to bed the following night and they made up because everything would be all lovey dovey for a short while.

Every Christmas was a nightmare because there would always be a huge row. We learned to sincerely hate Christmas and I've never spent the holiday with my family (I mean mother, father, brothers) for more than 30 years. The mere idea sends me into a real panic.

These rows are my very earliest memories, right back to when I was a very small child and it continued till I left home at the age of 18.

As I got older, I'd lock myself in the bathroom and sit on the loo (toilet) for as long as I could. I actually trained myself to use the toilet when stressed. Even after I left home, a row would act like a laxative on me. I've outgrown that now, thank goodness.

When I was a young child, I thought it was my father's fault, after all it only happened when he got home from work (of course it did, even my mother couldn't row on her own!). As I mentioned above my father was a chef and worked long hours. Like many chefs he drank more than he should but he was never paralytic or a nasty drunk. He'd just get a bit silly and funny and he was always an easy going, humorous man, drunk or sober.

As I got older, in my early teens, I noticed my father would come home maybe 9pm from work, my mother would start nagging him and provoke a row. He'd storm off out and go to the pub (bar), come home drunk. Then there'd be a humdinger of a row.

Looking back, I can see that she was extremely possessive and hated to let my father out of her sight. She was also very controlling, not just with my father but with me and my brothers too. It didn't stop when we grew up either. She'd get very upset if she thought we should do something and we didn't.

My father always said the reason she wanted to move abroad was because he was settled in his job as head chef at a good hotel in Devon. He was making friends and could go angling - he even won a prize for the biggest conger eel caught in the area. My mother, in contrast, never made friends. We never had people round to dinner or parties, except for my mother's family. She was dead set on going to the USA, then she hated it when she got there because it wasn't like England!

I'll write more about this in the next installment. I'll tell you what happened to their marriage and what I did next.

Help for Unhappy Families 

Bad Childhood---Good Life: How to Blossom and Thrive in Spite of an Unhappy Childhood

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Historic English Towns, Cities & Other Places 

 

Get out as early as you can... 

As I said above, I left school at 16. I took my exams and passed four with good grades. To progress to more exams to qualify for university, I needed to have passed a minimum of five. Foolishly, I allowed my hatred of the new school to stop me staying on to retake one or two subjects. I'm not making excuses but I just didn't have time to catch up on the work I'd missed in all the subjects I needed, particularly maths, my weakest subject.

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My daughter and I in 1970

I took a dead end job in a store and put all my dreams of university and becoming a teacher away. Within a year of leaving school I had met an Italian man who charmed me and flattered me because he was quite a bit older than me. Just 13 days before my 18th birthday we got married and within two years I had two daughters, 13 months apart. In those days, 'nice girls' didn't know anything at all about contraception. After the birth of my second daughter I made it my business to find out fast. Can you believe that in 1968, to use the contraceptive pill, I had to get my husband to sign a consent form?

My little girls were everything to me and I loved them so much and still do. I never found looking after them difficult or onerous.

The same could not be said of my marriage. I was too young and, looking back, I imagined I was in love with him. I was really convinced, though. It wasn't an act but hindsight is a wonderful thing. Of course, I wanted to escape from my parents' terrible marriage and the stresses of home. I also didn't know what to do with my life because my ambitions had come to nothing.

After five years, the marriage came to an end.

Just a couple of years before that, my parents had split up. I received a telegram (no phone still) asking me to phone my mother urgently which I did. My father, she said, had left her for a much younger woman, in fact, a woman just 3 years older than me. Well, that was a bit of a shock. My mother was hysterical, so my husband, two little girls, and I got in the car and drove 200 miles to see her. They had been leasing a flat and the lease was just going to run out. My husband said that my mother and two brothers had better come back with us so that's what happened. They stayed with us for about a year.

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I'm not happy, I'm climbing the steps of the Eiffel Tower, Paris,
on a very hot day. 1984

My mother thought my father would come back to her but he never did. He had a major heart attack within 5 years and always said that if he'd stayed with my mother, the stress would have killed him. He married the woman he left her for and eventually I met her and she became my best friend.

My father was very happy with her. They had the occasional row, just like any other couple, but not the kind of fights I remembered from my childhood. My father died too soon at the age of 65 but he had about 20 happy years and another daughter, my beloved half-sister who I've seen grow up.

My mother married again but this was another stormy relationship. She will be 86 in January 2009. My step-father died in June 2007 after a long illness. He was much loved by us all.

My mother is even more difficult now and alienates everybody around her. It's like she has to have fights with people to keep going. It's terribly sad because she makes herself the unhappiest of all. The rest of us get on with our lives and see her and phone her regularly but not for too long otherwise she'll want to pick an argument.

As for my career - probably with the changes in schools in the UK, it might be just as well I never became a teacher. I wouldn't be able to tolerate the behaviour of many children nowadays. On the other hand, I might well have become headteacher (principal) of a school because I have the drive and ambition.

Instead, I managed to move from store work to office work, went to college and took a degree in Geography. I started my own business in 1988 then gradually moved into freelance writing. I write almost as compulsively as I read.

The title of this part, "Get out as early as you can," is from a poem by Philip Larkin called This be the Verse. WARNING! Be prepared for some very strong language.

England and the English 

Books about England 

Watching the English: The Hidden Rules of English Behaviour

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You can only decide how you're going to live 

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My dog Saffy, an English springer spaniel

The title of this section is a quotation from Joan Baez. The full quote is "You don't get to choose how you're going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you're going to live. Now."

I believe that is true to some extent. I had a difficult childhood but plenty of people had much worse ones. I couldn't let my childhood define my whole life and then repeat the mistakes of my parents.

Not all my memories of childhood are unhappy. I was lucky because my mother's family loved me a lot and never stopped showing it. My aunt recently told somebody else how much she adored me when I was a child and that was something I felt from my aunts, uncles and grandparents. My uncles and aunts are all elderly now but they still show me a lot of love. Of course, I adore them right back.

I was also fortunate because I am a naturally optimistic person with a good sense of humour and the ridiculous. This has helped me more than anything else. I can even make people laugh with just a look and a raised eyebrow. I also do impromptu comic monologues when something strikes me as funny or silly. When that happens, they usually just come out of my mouth and I have people laughing themselves sick. Enough bragging!

The worst effect of my childhood I would say is that it has made me distant with people and a bit standoff-ish until I know them well. I don't have lots of friends, just a few good ones. There are plenty of people that I'm friendly with but they aren't close relationships.

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The beach on the Caribbean island of St Maartens.
I visited it during a cruise in 2004,
the best vacation of my life.

I have a long term partner and we've been together for 30 years, which isn't bad. I have grandchildren, my daughters, nieces and nephews, my best friend of 34 years, my half sister and my brothers who all show they love me. And I love them too. Of course, I have my two dogs as well.

Because of my unhappy childhood, I can't stand other people being unhappy. I have to try to help them any way I can. I will drop everything if somebody needs help. This is not a virtue it's a compulsion born out of my experiences.

I've been diagnosed with a chronic condition which probably means I'm not going to make old bones, as we say here, but I've had fun in my life even if it didn't start in the best way possible. I've taken risks and some paid off and some didn't but at least I don't regret not doing something. I don't want to die thinking "If only I'd taken a risk and done ...."

In spite of hardly ever drinking alcohol, for quite sometime my guiding principle has been 'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"'

About Me 

English Seaside Towns 

Environmentally Important Places in England 

Books and Writers 

Children's Novels and Stories 

Poetry 

Christmas 

 

Chocolate 

 

Food and Drink 

 

 

Designers 

Animals 

 

Antiques and Collectables 

 

 

 

The Art & Design Group 

If you have a lens about any aspect of art and design and it meets the criteria, I hope you'll apply to join this group.

The Group now has a forum where members can discuss art and design and make suggestions for improving the group.

Books about Collectables 

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Any Comments on my Lensography? 

AndyPo wrote...

Excellent lensography. You seem to have been to and written about so many places that I know so well. I must read all of your lenses (eventually)

ReplyPosted October 31, 2009

KathyMcGraw wrote...

I am going to be right behind you with the wine in one hand and the chocolate in the other, saying I did what I did and enjoyed it :) My funeral song is Frank Sinatras "I did it my way" :) Thank you for sharing your story, and all these great lenses.......which of course would take me till I did to read :)

ReplyPosted August 24, 2009

BiciParker wrote...

Thank you for sharing so deeply of your life, especially the more difficult times. You are an inspiration in both your life and your lens-making abilities. My mother's people came from Falmouth. Someday I hope to make it across the Pond.

ReplyPosted August 14, 2009

ulla_hennig wrote...

Wonderful lens, I deeply enjoyed it!

ReplyPosted July 26, 2009

mbgphoto wrote...

I really enjoyed getting to know you through your lensography. You are an excellent writer! Very moving. I have a friend I met through the Girl Scout pen pal program almost 50 years ago. She lives in England, I think in your area of the country (her address is Brockweir Common, Chepstow, Gwent). I have visited her several times. it is a beautiful area!

ReplyPosted July 21, 2009

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by Stazjia

I am English and I've spent the last 11 years writing freelance for UK magazines, a couple of books and online. More on my Lensography.





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