special days cause so much trouble

My Mother was sent from a Welsh mining village into service in London when she was 14, 2yrs later her then 14yr old sister was sent to a different family in London , the sister turned up at my Mums employers house saying how much she hated the family she was in service to and she persuaded my Mum to run away. They had no money and bearing in mind this was in the 20's they proceeded to walk home to Wales, they got as far as Reading before the police found them, my Grandfather had to go Reading from the Welsh Valleys to collect them both. My Grandfather moved the whole family up to London as there was no work in Wales and they opened a cafe in Paddington.

Sorry totally off topic

That's a great story tanith. You come from a family of strong females.

Cari Condolences from me too
I too lived in Didsbury from the age of nine until I was eighteen (1955 - 1964)
Cari, I think it was you that also lived near the airport, where I live now, unless I'm mistaken? I think we emailed.

I went to Beaver Road school until I was eleven and then to Levenshulme High school.

Cari our wedding reception was on Dene Road at the Theological college.
Lona my youngest daughter also went to Beaver Road School and her older sisters were at Parrs Wood for a time.

Hand up jingle I didn't know why Mothering Sunday began so it's new to me.

I have enjoyed reading these stories, it's hard to imagine children going into service. Love hearing how some of them had made their escape.

Crikey Faye! How have you managed to reach your ever-so-slightly-advanced-years without hearing about that?

Well, jingl, I'd never heard of Mothering Sunday until I came south of the Border so it's hardly surprising if an Austraiian member didn't know of it. Don't be so patronising!

Not patronising. Just a bit surprised.

I don't think Faye is actually Australian, although I know she lives there now.

Now that makes it sound like I'm criticising Faye in particular! I'm not criticising anyone!

God! Things can get misinterpreted on GN!

It's called Mother's Day in Australia (like the Americans) and it is celebrated in May.

anno I didn't realise you lived in Mexico

Because jingle the story of Mothering Sunday being celebrated so servants could visit their mothers is something that must have passed me by. I thought it started centuries ago and had more to do with the church. I would imagine the servants having the day off to visit their mothers would have happened much later.

Same as Halloween which had its origins in England, Scotland and Ireland. Many of these traditions would have been continued by immigrants from the UK and are still celebrated in those countries where many of the British settled. Just nowadays everything is very commercialised.

I don't like being left out of anything so.... I lived for a while in Fallowfield just off Wilbraham Road, and would push DD in the buggy to Didsbury and we used to go to see the Police horses which were stabled there.

Ok. Another 'hands up'. Anyone who hasn't lived in Didsbury?

Really, though (back to OP as I have never been to Didsbury) it isn't the "special days" that cause trouble, it's the people involved in them, isn't it? The awkward, the difficult, the angry etc family members are the ones who cause trouble.

And yes, I do see that a special occasion will exacerbate the problems.

When my GD was a student and lived in Fallowfield, I used to take her to lunch in Didsbury. Does that count?

Haven't lived in Didsbury, but Dd lived in Fallowfield in her final year at Manchester in a street behind the Fire Station and we too used to take her to lunch in Didsbury!!

any more? Lurkers welcome.

...er.....I've just been out for lunch in Didsbury.....hee hee

Is it worth a day trip?

#gettingcuriousnow

Apparently it is

it's the posh bit

I did once visit a friend in Didsbury about 40 years ago. !!