Place of Birth; Jeddah Saudi Arabia

 Now available on Amazon!

A wander through my life, touching on travels in the sixties, marriage and my move to Saudi Arabia. Travels in Arabia Deserta with an unscheduled stop at a Saudi border town! Musings on life in the seventies and last, but not least, the birth of my first son, in Jeddah.

Over the years I have written about events in my life, and I started assembling them into a manuscript during lockdown, after finding an old notebook that I had forgotten about, something I had written on my arrival in Saudi Arabia, a new bride, in 1973.

Our trips into the desert and holidays in the sixties, contrast starkly with going 'travelling’ today, our children are guided by sat navs and have the world at their fingertips on a mobile phone. We drove into the desert with maps, a compass and sometimes only the stars to guide us. I find it hard to believe that the places we struggled to visit are now accessible by motorways and there are helicopter trips to Madain Saleh!

I was and still am the least intrepid of travellers and like to think there is humour in my tale!

From running down a street in Beirut, after curfew; an arrest on the Saudi border, to an unscheduled picnic on a beach, as the King of Jordan sailed by.

I have read a lot during my life, something that I have reflected on here, together with films, music, television and attitudes of the time.

I have called it ‘Place of Birth, Jeddah, Saudi Arabia’ because it starts at the beginning of my pregnancy and ends with the birth of my first son, as some might say, including me, saving the worst until last!

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Place-Birth-Jeddah-Saudi-Arabia-ebook/dp/B0B47LVZRB/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3ABRO6YYIBN35&keywords=place+of+birth+saudi&qid=1655635276&sprefix=place+of+birth+saudi%2Caps%2C821&sr=8-1

Selling my Past

RADLEY London - Size 3 - circa mid to late sixties

Black wool fabric mini with red top stitching and applique flower motif.

Back metal zip, hook and eye at top.

SOLD

VERA MONT

Long chiffon and taffeta Vera Mont dress, made in Germany, late seventies/ early eighties.

SOLD

1970s Long maxi dress M&S

The style is very similar to the Louis Vuitton black dress in the magazine clip, one of the images, that I saved after spotting it years ago.

SOLD

1970s Maxi dress

SOLD

1970s Empire Line Dress - Flowered (Poppies?) Peach Brown and Cream print.

Voluminous frilled sleeves and a frill around the bottom of the skirt.

10/12

The width across the empire line seam is 38cm.

Back metal zip with hook and eye fastening at the top, the loop needs restitching.

SOLD

Aristos Ariella Fashions Ltd Vintage 1970s Dress Black Gold Red Size 10

SOLD

Simple Pleasures

 

A walk along a sandy beach is what I long for most.

I haven't seen the sea for years,

Or felt soft sand between my toes.

I crave the fresh and salty air,

To escape the daily grind.

Time to reflect, time to recharge,

Regain my peace of mind.

As the sun goes down, away go the gulls!

I'll eat Rick's fish and chips,

Simple food and simple pleasures,

Washed down with an Aperol spritz!

Prime Ministers and Presidents - Boris and Donald

I-I-I-I-I-I-I m-make buses, out of wine crates!

Meet our new Prime Minister
#Boris Johnson

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLcCZjDoWTQ

Chris Moyles shared his hot tub... I thought he looked lonely!

“My name is Borimandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” #BorisJohnson

"The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes" #Brexit #Boris

Jacob Trees Frog

Boris Johnson says the situation will get worse before it gets better!

The Prime Minister addresses the Nation

#Boris Johnson

A Life in Pictures

It Could Always be Worse?

It Could Always be Worse!

It was when one of my sons moved back home that I recalled a story I used to read to his older brother.  It was about an old woman who thought her house was too small and she was told, probably by a wise old man, to move lots of things or animals into the house until it was practically overflowing. Then, after living like this for a while, she was told to move everything out one at a time, and when everything had gone her home didn't feel small anymore!

Unfortunately I can’t remember the title of the book but I was listening to the radio recently and heard someone relating a similar tale, called ‘A Squash and a Squeeze’ by Julia Donaldson, far too recent to be the book I had.  I couldn’t look this tale up fast enough and found it was from an old Jewish folk tale, retold by Margot Zemach, and called ‘It Could Always be Worse’, but this title doesn’t sound familiar either.

Too Much Noise by Ann McGovern is a similar story but this title doesn't ring any bells for me.

I can only assume the book I had was another re-write in a similar vein, it was one of a series of small books that were given to children travelling on Saudia airlines in the 1970s. Also in the series were Goldilocks, Red Riding Hood and Little Red Hen and they were probably published in the USA.

Now, back to my boomerang son moving in, with all of his belongings, cluttering up my home, I can take comfort from this folk tale because one day he will leave again, along with his boxes and amps!

Update:

I have found another version of this tale:

A Big Quiet House

A Yiddish Folktale from Eastern Europe

There was once a man who wished his small, noisy house was larger and quieter. He went to the wise old woman of the town and explained his need. She said, "I can solve your problem. Just do as I say."

The man agreed.

"If you have a chicken, some sheep, a horse, and a cow," she said, "bring them into the house with you."

"That's a silly thing to do," thought the old man. But he did it anyway. Now his house was already small, and with all those animals in it, there was no room at all. He returned to the old woman and cried, "I need more room! The animals are so noisy I can't think!"

"Take all those animals out of your dwelling," she replied.

When he had put all the animals comfortably back in the barn, the man went into his house. To his amazement, it suddenly looked remarkably bigger! Without the animals inside, his house was now quiet too!

Do you have a special keepsake you can’t bear to throw away?

I enter quite a few competitions and one I entered recently was this, run by Space-Station.co.uk:

Do you have a special keepsake you can’t bear to throw away?

Posted on Monday, January 08, 2018 by Space Station

From lockets to old postcards, keepsakes can be reminders of a loved one, a special moment in our lives or a memory we don’t want to fade.

Some items that are passed down or collected over the years might seem unusual on the face of it, but actually have a really special story behind them.

Do you have an unusual item that has been inherited from friends or family, or an item that you have had for years and cannot bear to part with?

If this sounds like you, or someone you know, we need YOU to enter our competition by sending in your best photos.

We want to know the story behind your keepsake - who gave it to you, where you got it and why your entry has a special meaning to you?

The best entry will win a £100 Not on the High Street voucher to spend on personalised items that will help you to cherish even more memories.

To enter, all you need to do is:

Upload or import a photograph of your keepsake via the panel below

Give your photo a caption, explaining the story behind it

Enter your full name, age, hometown/city and email address so that we can contact you if you’re the winner

The overall winner will be selected by the Space Station team on 19 February 2018 and notified by email.

I racked my brains to think of something I had kept and remembered my fireman's cap, not exactly a treasured memento, more a curiosity, acquired on the return journey, in an MGA sports car, from Yugoslavia in the late sixties.

I was rather surprised to see the competition had been mentioned in the Daily Mail!

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-5447259/People-reveal-moving-stories-precious-keepsakes.html

The Austrian fireman's cap

Christine Monk, from Derby, treasures this memento of a trip to Austria more than 40 years ago. 

'I was given it as a souvenir, although I'm not sure if the owner knew,' she recalled. 

'I was in Trebesing after being invited to a village party to celebrate a new fire engine, and I remember an oompah band and Austrian dancing.'

So although not precious at all, perhaps I misunderstood the brief, I have kept it for over 40 years, in fact nearer 50!

The village dance to celebrate their new fire engine was a lovely experience because at the time I think tourists in Trebesing were a novelty and we were treated like celebrities.

I was also given a lovely traditional gingerbread love token, which I also kept for a long time, not the gingerbread but there was a message, a little mirror and ribbon to which it was attached.

I wrote about my trip through Austria in an earlier post:

https://sortoflife.blogspot.co.uk/p/holidays-in-1960s.html