Sunday 4 December 2011

Story telling Sunday December

Christmas is a magical time, full of surprises, love and family. Growing up I spent my Christmas's with extended family at my Nanny's house in London. She was an amazing woman (I could fill a year of story telling Sundays with various exploits of hers) she worked as a dinner lady so catering for all of us on Christmas Day came easily to her. I have so many happy, loving, snuggly feelings from those years, but I do recall one more painful memory ......

As you may recall from previous shared posts, I was somewhat mischievous, some might even say naughty! (Still not sure how I made it onto Santa's nice list some years!!). This even extended to the festive period and this Christmas was no exception. I cannot recall exactly how old I was but I would guess at maybe 4.

My Nanny always received lots of Christmas Cards and they were hung on string across the tops of the wall and down from the door in the lounge. I was particularly interested in the cards on the door and kept pulling at them. My uncle chastised me a couple of tim
es and on the third telling off (I was ignoring him!!) he picked me up and removed me from the room. I immediately started screaming and crying and everyone assumed it was because I was embarrassed and frustrated to have been caught out. In actual fact I was in dreadful pain, my arm was really hurting me.

Eventually (after several minutes of wailing!) my parents realised I was injured and that it was serious enough to require medical attention. Now, it was Christmas Day and it was a white Christmas and my parents did not drive! So the only form of transport was a pushchair! I sat in the pushchair and more poor parents pushed me all the way to Kings Hospital in the deep s
now (I was still crying!) it was freezing cold and not an easy journey!

At casualty I can remember being taken into the room to have an xra
y and as they manipulated my arm to take the picture I screamed in absolute agony then felt no pain! My arm was painfree! A Christmas miracle....

Actually, when my uncle had picked me up he had accidentally dislocated a bone in my arm and when the radiographer had moved it, it popped back into place! Wow did I learn a lesson that Christmas and I have never pulled a Christmas card off a door since!

I am so happy to have joined in the final installment of Sian's Story Telling Sunday.

I would like to offer a blog reader a little Christmas Candy........

stickers (there are 3 packets of these all identical, vintage style stickers)

and a set of mini embossing folders

Please leave a comment here before Saturday 10th December and I will send a little package out to the winner (hopefully in time for Christmas! and I will send worldwide) xxx


  1. Your poor Uncle! A funny story, albeit a painful one. Happy Christmas to you and yours.

  2. Now that really WAS a Christmas to remember! bad must your uncle have felt!!
    Alison xx

  3. What a way to spend Christmas Day! Your Uncle must have felt mortified at what had happened to you. Glad it all ended well.
    Have a lovely Christmas.

  4. Oh dear, your uncle must have felt dreadful. You perhaps wriggled and twisted when he lifted you up.... A very painful way to learn a lesson! I bet your family remembered that Christmas for a while! Great story though.

    Love the little embossing folders.... Covet!!!! Still, I shall havt to take my chance along with everyone else. How nice of you to offer us prizes! Xx

  5. That's certainly quite the lesson in pulling on the Christmas cards!

    What a lovely giveaway - I really like those vintage stickers!

  6. How funny! I have just posted my link for my story over on Sians blog and its memories of my Nan too:) What a great story to tell to future generations, I hope you was good the following year. Wishing you a very merry christmas and a bright new year.

  7. Ooops - I'll bet your uncle felt really bad about that! Glad that your behaviour has improved (somewhat) and we didn't have to remove you from the craft room at Coalport!

    Merry Christmas ♥

  8. A lesson really painfully learned!!!

  9. Wow - a story and a giveaway! I'm sure your uncle felt terrible, and it surely taught you a lesson. :o)

  10. Yikes! What an ordeal ... at least it all ended well ... I can't imagine that you were a mischevious child! ;-)

    Merry Christmas!

  11. OOh, that happened to TSO once! She was hanging off her Dad's arm when were out shopping and she suddenly started screaming in pain and, yes, we ended up in A&E. Very painful! A great story - loved the thought of you being pushed all the way to the hospital, it conjured up a real picture for me.

    I'd love to hear more about your Nanny - Storytelling Sunday will be back in some form next year! Thank you so much for joini8ng in in 2011

  12. Oh dear :-( You've got to Scrapbook these stories hun, they really are fab, your own story book :-)

  13. That's definitely a moment to remember! Well told story - thanks for sharing!

  14. Ouch, and on Christmas day too. Thanks for sharing the story; Merry Christmas to you and yours.

  15. Oh dear. I think my DD is heading that way - I must make sure she reads that - and her uncle of course!!!

  16. Oh that brought back a memory for me! I love that about Story Telling Sunday. Your poor uncle! and I love the picture I have of a family trudging through the snow with a screaming child in a push chair! brilliant. Merry Christmas

  17. Oh no! Painful for you and opseting for your uncle no doubt. I can just picture you being transported through the snow in your pushchair! Wishing you a very Merry Christmas xx

  18. Oh my goodness, that sounds painful! I bet your uncle was mortified when he realised ... Such wonderfully detailed pictures you painted for us - a great story!

  19. Hi, just popped over to wish you and yours a very merry Christmas, and a happy new year. Loved your Christmas memories....
    Enfys xx