1940’s -As an “Evacuee” duirng the 2nd World War
I had learned two new words that day.
I was an inquisitive six year old evacuee in Wales, and in the care of my foster Aunt Florrie.
“What does ‘severe’ mean Aunty?” I queried.
“It means ‘harsh’ or ‘really bad’ she replied.
I already knew the meaning of the rudest word ever, ‘fart’…never mentioned, but always giggled over.
“What does ‘Fu..’ mean? There was a shocked silence , followed by a loud smack as Aunty Florrie slapped my face.
I can clearly remember feeling superior as I said to my sister Margaret,
“That was a severe smack”
“Aunty….” my five year old sister sang out,
“She said that word again!”
Unfamiliar words are always a source of interest to a child.
Some years ago, my daughter Laura had collected our four year old granddaughter Lindsay from Kindergarten.
“Mummy, my brother doesn’t have a ‘winkie’, it’s called a peanut” she declared, anxious to share her first sex education lesson.
She further expounded, “and I don’t have a bottom, it’s called a ‘Regina’.
Regina was the name of the gardener who came from time to time to weed the garden. Laura didn’t correct Lindsay.
However, a few days later the matter seemed to be resolved.
“Lindsay, please tell Regina that her tea is ready”, she said as she set a tray.
Lindsay stood on the kitchen step, her clear young voice echoing throughout the neighbourhood and she yelled,
Spectacles take on a new meaning
Our other granddaughter was five, and being teased by her two elder brothers.
“I know something bad about you, “ she chanted.
“Your spectacles are going to drop, so there!”
Joanne had eavesdropped on her Dad’s talk to his sons.
This was the child, who when asked in class the meaning of E.T, eagerly put up her hand to pronounce “Extra Testicle”, her brothers’ humour again.
Grandad’s wise words
When our grandson Warwick had his first sex education lesson it was likened to gardening.
One day, he shared his thoughts with us as Harry was working in our garden.
“Grandad, if you plant some seeds in Nanna’s tummy, you can get another little baby”
As I escaped to the kitchen, I heard Harry’s reply.
“Seeds don’t grow in barren ground my boy, and implements don’t last forever.”
“The soul is healed by being with children!”
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