My Mum, was all about loving and caring.
She taught me to read and write beautifully(with my left hand) before I started Prep school at age five.
They beat me for using my left hand which ruined my writing to this day, and my parents took me to a different school.
I was reading novels by by about 6. Bookish kid.
My father had an appalling childhood. Saw his Dad decapitated by a bomb in WW1 in 1917 (aged six) and was living on the streets by age nine.
He was taken in by a farming couple who put him to work on maintaining the agricultural machinery which he made into a career, working up to owning his own garage and car truck sales after "secret" work during WW2.
He started taking my to work when I was nine on Saturdays and school holidays, and I was driving the breakdown truck and servicing cars by 12.
My father had little education, learnt by necessity
and so didn't (couldn't?) "teach" or advise.
It was the first girlfriend that I lived with when I was 19/20, who taught me that thing about always taking something back into the kitchen... I guess she taught me to cook too!
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Silly Moustache,
Just an old Limey acoustic guitarist, Dobrolist, mandolier and singer.
I'm here to try to help and advise and I offer one to one lessons/meetings/mentoring via Zoom!
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