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Tales of Jill

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

Tales of Jill

I am Jill Tait neeā€™ Dawson and I thought Iā€™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 ā€˜Tales of Jillā€™ before my years are thinning..You see the whole idea of doing this in lots of stages is so that as I put them on my ā€˜Life in verseā€™ 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 didnā€™t get the short straw..I felt like I was perhaps favoured from my dear doting Dad although he wouldnā€™t say it as such I knew I made him glad.. Now he was a skipper and a seaman all his life and it was after he served in the Royal navy, in world war two, that he found hiself a wife

I donā€™t think he had traversed very far apart from on the ship.. that was ā€˜HMS Rhumbaā€ what took him off to Africa on his 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 musnā€™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 ā€˜Batmanā€™ for her officers up high..

Years would pass them by both unaware of each other but my Mumā€™s best friend was my Dadā€™s sister so she took Mam to meet her 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 friendā€™s brother.. Haha well that is what my dear departed Mother told me when she used to reminisce about Dadā€™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 aā€™courting my old Granny was so 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..

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Greg Etsell

wonderful story 
about a wonderful 
family bless you

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Jill Tait

Aww well thsnk you Greg this will be the very first chapter of my book xx

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Jill Tait

Awww Thank you so much Greg I wil add chapter two the morrow xx

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Jill Tait

Aww so chuffed you enjoy luv yes I intend writing a book lol so watch this space my luv ā¤ļø?ā¤ļø

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Pratibha Savani

Hi Jill. Oohh I had fun reading this! Your real life story in a series of mini poetic volumes!! Love!! Wow and you are youngest of your siblings!! You must have stories growing up with all those siblings too. Looking fwd to the second mini volume!! Px?

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Jill Tait

Ty luv Chapter two on now xxx

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Marion

I had to scroll back three miles to find these ...lol...im not going to comment on all of them I will on last one ok...see you later...lol..?

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Jill Tait

Ok luv tt enjoy ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø

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