Writing never entered my head until I broke my right hip and left hand about 12 years ago.
It was while recuperating and I was getting SO frustrated because I was unable to do what I normally did, such as knitting and writing comical poetry for personal use plus taking the dog for a walk.
I was 72 at that time and my son suggested teaching me how to use a computer, albeit with one hand because he wanted me to write all my WW2 memories down for future generations.
I had no schooling as they have now and with being an evacuee from the London Blitz my last three years were spent in a makeshift evacuee school in the Midlands and I left school when I was 14.
I enjoyed learning how to use a computer and an I-pad over the years and it led to me getting a WW2 website together that has been visited many thousands of times from worldwide. This in turn helped to make my mind up and do as I had been urged by many who had contacted me through my website about writing a small book concerning the first 20 years of my life which takes in the war years.
This was published and all proceeds have gone to my local Childrens Hospice. I also had some poem books published for the same reason, to help the Hospice.
Through my writings and website I have been invited to give talks and to attend many WW2 re-enactment venues plus being interviewed by TV.
This was all through my son teaching me how to use a computer.
I am 86 now and still in touch with many cyber friends from worldwide but I dont use the computer much now. Having broken my other hip in three places in 2015 and it not healing properly I use my I-pad and Facetime to keep in touch with my lovely family every day.
If I can do it with the education I had so can many of you who call in this site.
Nearly forgot to mention that I have also been contacted by a well known authoress who wanted to write about WW2 and with my information concerning the Home Front she has dedicated the book to me.
I wish you all Good Luck and God Bless.
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