Jill’s Tales 💕

Chapter One: Boy meets girl..(How my parents met)..

I am Jill Tait nee’ Dawson and I thought I’d write a book

I shall pen it all in small stages if one should like to take a look

Now my intention is to keep the rhythm of   this rhyme, but can you please excuse me kindly if I do not manage this all the time 

Now the obvious place to start with my long life is right at the very beginning

And hopefully I will finish my ‘Tales of Jill’ before my years in earth are thinning

You see the whole idea of doing this in lots of stages

Is so that as I put them on my ‘Life in verse’, well you can read my pages

So okay now that I have got these formailities off my chest

I will go back to my early onset and I hope I recall the rest...

Yes I was born in a humble house in a street called Kippylaw

The youngest of five children but I didn’t get the short straw

I felt like I was perhaps favoured from my dear doting Dad

Although he wouldn’t say it as such, I knew I made him glad

Now he was a skipper and a seaman all of his working life

And it was after he served in the Royal navy, in world war two, that he found hiself a wife

I don’t think he had traversed very far apart from on the Naval ship

That was the  ‘HMS Rhumba” what took him off to Africa on his wartime trip

Mind you I recall his many stories from the day he was a lad

And he was always smiling when reminiscing, so the navy musn’t have been bad

Meanwhile his lovely wife to be was but a twinkle in his eye

She was serving in the Armed forces as a ‘Batman’ for her officers up high

Years would pass them by both unaware of each other, but my Mum’s best friend was my Dad’s sister so she took Mam to meet her curious Mother

Aunt Madge and my Father was from a massive family, thirteen children with an infant fatality

I heard that my Grandmother took a shine to Mabel, my Mother

And had an inclination to marry her off to her best friend’s brother

Haha well that is what my dear departed Mother told me

When she used to reminisce about Dad’s little old Mammy sympathetically

Oh my goodness that big house would be so busy

And I can well just imagine all those siblings in a tizzy- wizzy

Anyways that was how my Mam met my Dad

And apparently when the two of them went a’courting, my old Granny was very glad

So boy met girl in around about way.. actually they were well in there twenties I really have to say

Yet within about seven or eight years after they found wedded bliss

They had a family of girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, so they left no time to miss..