As I recall, my mother was sexually abused as a child, my brother told me that, but I do not remember the details... I also vaguely recall some sexual impropriety on the part of some college students who lived upstairs when I was about 10 years old, but it was no big deal. Maybe it had an impact, I do not know, as I did have some attitudes and behaviors that might indicate that later in life.
It seems that many people have vague recollections of events within their lives but are unable to formulate any clear memories for these - these often being sexual experiences. For myself, most of my memories seem to be as like looking down from a plane, a layer of clouds below, with many mountain peaks emerging through the clouds, and these memories (the peaks) are quite clear with little ambiguity concerning them. That is, either I remember an event or I don’t, and rarely do I misremember, although I do realise that I may be mistaken some of the time. Most of the solid memories have always been there - including clear memories of the abuse, which was not extensive but bad enough. Along with many others no doubt, I certainly have witnessed different versions of memories, with at least two experiences, one involving another person when we were climbing in the Alps. But I think my version is correct on that occasion, since I have good reasons to believe so - I can distinctly remember a thought I had at the time. My memory was definitely wrong on the other occasion however, but that was just misremembering the name of an actor in a film - I had replaced the face of one with that of the other in my memory however, which is important to note. The rest of my life, the low-lying hills and plains shrouded in cloud, is less clear, but since much of it was quite mundane, that is to be expected. I wouldn’t place much money whilst betting on the below the clouds events, but I would when betting on any peaks having a solid existence. I think I have certainty over some memories because they were physical events and often being quite traumatic too. Like being lost at the seaside aged 2 or 3.
I do not remember being physically close to my mother at all, but I was close to my father at times. But neither one of them ever talked to us about what we would do when we grew up and we did not learn how to do the things many kids learn, how to cook or clean or take care of the yard, home repairs, etc. So, we were pretty unprepared for adult life. My dad was a college professor, English lit, and my mother had some college education, and both were above average intelligence. I guess it was just a given we would go to college, although nobody ever talked about it... Then when I graduated from high school I moved across the country with my sister to go to college, and after that I moved around to about six different states because of colleges I was in.
That figures.
Maybe some of it is as you said, parents in those days, in the 50s and 60s did not tend to be that affectionate. My dad was of English/Welsh heritage and I have heard that is one reason for being less warm... My mother was Greek and they tend to be more like Italians, warmer, my mother just had issues.
I can recall some times when we went to the lake in the summer, my dad would get really drunk with the guy who ran the landing, a year round resident on the lake who was his buddy. My mom and his wife were chatting about it, but it is all a vague memory now. I just remember my mom being pretty upset. My sister and I were pretty much off to ourselves at the lake, except an occasional card game with the family at night. To this day, I really like the woods and lakes, we live on a large lot that is like a forest overlooking a lake. I think people tend to try to recreate their good times from childhood.
Yep. I have always felt at home in the mountains - walking and climbing (even caving, but that is more under than in ), and love it in winter such that I often used to just go on my own and bivvy out amongst all the snow. Lot less crowded in winter too. In The Lakes here for example, it can get just so crowded and they have to put proper paving-like slabs down because the paths are becoming so eroded. I think we can thank a certain author called Wainwright for this, since he wrote some excellent guides to the region - unfortunately.
So your mother left her house to you...
Yes. I suspect I was her favourite - she once told me so but she might have said that to both my older brothers too . I used to be quite close to her around the age of 10 or so, doing the shopping and such, and I was undoubtedly quite happy then judging by at least one picture. Later in life she moved to be much closer to me too, choosing to live near me rather than with another brother. The eldest emigrated to Australia.
My mother was a renter, lived in a condo for the last 10 years of her life, but she saved all her money and left my brother and I a lot of money. He was able to buy a house outright and I was able to move from a smaller house t a larger one. I was always a saver too, and invested a lot of money, so we have more money than we will ever need, a lot invested in stocks and three houses, two of which are paid for and the last one will be paid off next fall. Most of my life I had to worry about having enough money, so that is one reason I saved all my money, the other reason is that I do not really want anything money can buy. We have two very old cars and one never goes anywhere since I rarely drive anymore but rather ride my bike to work. We live a very simple life that revolves around our cats and outdoor animals, most people would consider our life boring, but I do not need excitement. I have always liked learning and I do that on forums mostly. I also always liked writing, as you can see. I used to like to travel, but with 11 cats, some of which are old and ill and need constant care, that is really not possible. I have come to accept what is and not want what I cannot have... I live one day at a time.
Best way probably.
That might be because of male gangs and also because you had a mother who was encouraging and supportive, showing you as much love as you wanted. I cannot say the same about my mother, but she did what she could, and I got over being angry at her many decades ago. She did the best she could with what she had. I also think that she taught us to have morals even though we were not raised in any religion. I can thank her for that.
Is this a suitable point to quote Larkin (wouldn't get through the dreaded censor )
This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin