bettering oneself

Is this the one Nonu?

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
1 Corinthians 13:11 (New International Version)

Petra tho said 'when she had very little' not 'was'.

Thanks FAR you are a STAR.

This thread is generating a lot of interest.

I love Count Arthur Strong....BUT only on the radio.

Thank you for pointing that out, FarNorth.
Nonu. You grew up pretty quick in in my parents house. :-)

I didn't know he was on the radio, rosesarered.

Like Little Britain he started on the radio. I must see if I can find it somewhere.

That part in last night's episode, where the two of them were walking towards the plane was so funny!

I kept wondering how long they [Arthur and the young man, that is] could keep the conversation going before one of them realised the other wasn't the instructor.

My father left school(was made to by his widowed mother) at fourteen. My FIL was sent away from home to childless relatives as his own parents couldn't afford to bring him up. He worked his way through uni. Both men never stopped educating themselves and achieved status, money and most importantly education. It wasn't bettering themselves it was realising potential. I think it has passed on through the family and will I hope continue,this desire to realise potential though the GCs. I wish those two men who knew poverty could see the youtube clip I've just been sent of their great grand daughter giving a public address with grace and confidence. I keep thinking of " educating Rita "when I see the title of this thread.

I think you've hit the nail on the head Stansgran it's not a case of bettering yourself, but of realising your full potential. So many people get knocked back and never get that far,

Stansgran - that was such a good post, thank you.

Dad passed the 11 plus, parents couldn't afford the uniform, he went to work in a local mill, like all his pals. He went to night school until joining the marines (sorry dad, royal marines) at 19. He continued night school and joined the police in 1949 after I was born, in order to provide his wife and child with stability. He continued to study and retired at a high rank. His example was mirrored throughout the family. Mum had a place at art school, you guessed it, the mill. She did A level English and Art in her 40's, when middle daughter was doing A levels. Mum went to the local tech and I joined her, having left school at 15 due to 3 moves during high school. I later did various professional qualifications, finally qualifying properly at 29. My grandparents had left school at 11 or 12 and recognised education as a way out of the grind. We were all encouraged to do our best at school, "so you'll never go down'tpit, or into t'mill". We didn't I'm relieved to say [ smile]