We are nearing the end of the first week for Linda’s Just Jot it January, and I am really getting into the swing of it!
Here is today’s prompt word.
Your prompt for January 7th, 2018, brought to you by the lovely Ruth, is “Indelible.” Use it any way you’d like in your post. And make sure you visit Ruth at her blog, “Image and Word” to read her post and say hi! Here’s her link: https://imageandword.wordpress.com/
‘Indelible’ is not a word that I would often use; in fact, I would typically associate it with ink that is meant to be permanent, never to be erased. However, it can also apply to something that cannot be forgotten, perhaps a situation that was witnessed or something said, that has stuck in mind.
Being the kind of person that I am, negative things tend to linger in my memory rather than the positive ones. For example, although it took me numerous attempts to pass my driving test, I don’t remember now too much about the day I finally passed, but I do remember the time that I made one of the examiners scream!
It was a dark and rainy afternoon when I took the test, and of course, I was very nervous. Everything was going reasonably well until I had to change lanes on the dual carriageway. I was told to look over my shoulder before making the manoeuvre and for some reason, as I did so, I started to steer the car over when the lane was not clear. The examiner was a bit scared I think, and that’s when he screamed and steered us back into safety. I was cross because I knew that was the end of my test and another failure, yet we had only drifted slightly over from our lane!
Similarly, I don’t remember many positive things said to me at school, but I do remember when I got caught skiving off one afternoon (the only time I did it) and landed up in the headmistress office the next day to be told off (or rather yelled at). I remember her asking me what I wanted to do when I left school, and at that time I wanted to be a Nanny. Her stinging words have stayed with me still and often ring in my ears. She told me that I would never amount to anything in life, let alone be trusted to be anywhere near children, as I had no commitment or self-discipline. Maybe she said that to spur me on to prove her wrong, or perhaps she really believed that. I don’t know but that day is certainly indelible in my mind.
Well, that has put a downer on this post, so I shall have to perk it up a bit with something positive and what could be better than the indelible memory of my little girl being born when I was beginning to think that I would never have children. She barged her way into the world pretty forcefully to the dulcet tones of Tom Jones belting out ‘It’s Not Unusual.’ My two sisters were there to welcome her with one of them cutting her umbilical cord before this beautiful little bundle was handed to me. That moment will never be erased!
What a horrible head you had sis! Sorry you had to go through that!
But at least you have indelible positive memories too ?
It was so much stricter in those days and seems pretty harsh now.
Yes, I do have some lovely, positive memories too 🙂
Good sis! I’m glad ?
same here! i actually had to double check the meaning of the word just in case i got it wrong.
thank you for sharing two indelible memories 🙂
I checked it too! Thank you for reading and commenting, 🙂
I had a nun go down the row to each of us and predict what’s we’d be in life. When she got to me she said profession she could not predict but that I’d be sad because I was too sensitive. When she saw my tears, she said see, that confirms it going on to say that since I had a sharp tongue, I might eventually be alright. I was only 13 years old. The whole class heard. I will never forget that even 40 years later. Indelible is definitely more than ink. I am glad you have the wonderful memory of your daughter’s birth Judy. A much better indelible memory.
Oooh, I have heard that nuns can be vicious but that really takes the biscuit! I am glad that you proved her wrong. 🙂
Some days I wonder. I am still very sensitive but at least I have learned to accept myself.
Yes, I can understand that, as I am similar.The nun and my headmistress did not realise how long their words have stayed with us and much they affected us.
I had to take my driving test 8 times I was so nervous. So I completely empathise with your feelings on that. Funnily enough I was also told by my headmistress , a nun , I would never amount to anything… That has stayed with me too. We showed them Hun ? didn’t we ??
We have so much more in common, Sis than we realised! Yes we certainly did show them. ??
We did Sis we did
Love it Sis!!! 🙂
We did Sis we did
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