Environment, Social Policies, Economics

31. Jul, 2022

Not the beginning nearer the end to new students

At the age of 55 years I went to University for the very first time.

So young people heading off this September, remember. Life has a habit of interfering, with your plans and goals. However for those of you with a less distracted mind, you will be ok. Believe in yourself.)

For me? sitting down and reading is not my forte. I rarely read fiction and prefer books where I can reference from. Short sharp paragraphs also because of my time out of education, (lets not think there are no pressures) though you will be gentled in. I found with various other committments, s

But is was always the books, the reading lists that scuppered me. I am Bipolar and there maybe other reasons associated with the condition, for all the marvellous support I received, may have had an adverse affect.

I personally found with everything else to contend with, the time required to read, for me was not an option. But those such as myself have always be able to compensate. Mine is my memory, plus an ability to read a small section, and grab the gist.

Studying Land and Conservation management, there was one module that hit the spot for me. I would sit like an Oracle at time in tutorials, well aware I was the oldest in my cohort. And books I had read at a very young age, born 1953 reading Rachel Carsons "Silent Spring" in 1970's.

So I did used too read, but again, maybe due too my mother learning to speed read, when a she was a librarian. She was not a librarian as you would know one today. She lived before such existed within the community. It was a private shop, so she had to read everything before it went on the shelf, for the customers. But it still was a lending library. Progress even then regarding, how important reading and learning was back in the 1930's.

So I am sitting in tutorials, aware of many books I had engaged with, and feeling old.

I got my place at uni because of my life experiences. ,,And my mum, understood me. She taught me gardening and nature as soon as I could comprehend, lets say five years old. Whilst my Dad took me too the allotment, quite a normal thing just after WWII. When during the course of it living off the land as best you could was very important, they were austere times, after the war.

I am the youngest three sisters all born 5 years apart, not quite sure how the parents managed that with no contraception, though something my father said to me many years later may provide a clue. Basically, "If you can't afford kids, you do not have them". And lets face it dogs are expensive enough.

As a mum and grandmother, we know the cost of having a child is not about a pure financial consideration. However would the figure of nearly £250,000 stop and make you think?


It appears inconceivable excuse the pun. But from birth that is a close comparison. My Dad could be a bit harsh.

And as the youngest, whilst I had no issues with my upbringing, I do know that I was the third attempt to produce a boy. Remember no scans then. And my grandfather told my mother " why do you keep having girls, they are useless". Pardon me its taken centuries, but sitting here having just watch our women footballers win the 2022 Europeans. Such attitudes that in my case go back to my Grandfather born in the 1800's have persisted far longer than they should have. After WWII women were expected again to give up all the brave and manly work, they had become accustom to, and their wages to return to, more homely pursuits. Thank God that has changed to an extent.
I am not however, referring to the above as a feminist. It to me has gone too far.