i have just written my one in a notebook. I put My Story on the front and have two different parts to it. One is an ordered from birth part which I add to whenever I think of something that hasnt been added in a chronological order, so have made it with 6 month chapters and a few pages for each part and add to the correct page as I remember something else. Then at the back 1/3rd I simply write whatever comes to mind as I am reminded of occasions and happenings. I have very good memories of many things. The smell and taste of something particularly special. The smell of lavender bags reminds me of my great grannies lavender patch in the garden, of collecting and drying it to make bags to go in the underwear drawers , so that everything smelt lovely. That would lead on to the herb garden. And being seen as old enough and sensible enough to be asked to chop up fresh mint to make mint sauce. Oh the lovely smell of it and the thought of my grannies great cooking.The recipe that I invented for a by now family cake often made. How I came to make it , as was short of an ingredient for another recipe. . My version of crumble for rhubarb or apple, So instead of 6oz flour to 3 oz margarine and sugar or anything I usually use 3 oz flour 3 oz porridge oats, and a dash of cinnamon to the mix, and what a lovely smell that greets you with as you arrive freezing cold from the rugby match etc. We were allowed to chose from the normal run of things for our birthday meal, so I have only to look at fish and chips - from the fish shop in paper - to remember as my brothers absolute favourite etc., Very crafty and also learning social skills. No moaning about someone elses choice, and if you didnt like it much, you could ask for a small portion. if there was any spare as the birthday girl you got the first chance. My enduring love of coffee in all its forms, so my birthday cake was always a coffee sponge with yes coffee icing. My sister Denise was the marzipan queen, so she always wanted batternburg cake. When she was very young, probably4 my gifted cook mum made her a lovely marzipan cottage, so the batternbur was made, the marzipan covering it all , and she could have a second slice if she wanted (which she always did!) The smell of strawberry or raspberry jam being made, and when you opened a jar in the middle ofwinter on a cold and horrible day, you were taken back to that sunny day picking the fruit and getting sunburned . Writing it all down is a pleasure to suit myself and should I end up with alzheimers or something similar, all those locked in memories are their to be loooked at
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