Patricia Morgan was born during the 1950s and brought up in the North Midlands. She left school early to work in a factory to help support her fairly large family. In her mid-20s, whilst working full time, she studied part time to become a general practice surveyor and qualified some eight years later. Patricia has lived in Somerset with her husband Arthur and various cats for the past 30 years. She enjoys golf, yoga, reading, gardening, researching her family history and collecting stamps. This is her first attempt at writing a book. She has found the whole experience extremely cathartic.
Dedications
For Arthur; my love and admiration always.
For my incredible ancestors, in particular Gramps, and Great Uncle Fred who made the ultimate sacrifice.
For Mum and Dad who always did their best and helped shape me into the person Ive become.
For my siblings with whom Ive shared many of lifes experiences, both good and bad.
For my adorable descendants; may life be kind to you all.
For Heather and Timmy; thank you for your forgiveness and love.
For Jonathan, Simon, Judy, Nita, Rachel, Ros, Colin and Daniel who all died too young.
For all of my dear friends including golf and yoga buddies and work mates too, with whom Ive shared many happy times and some sad and difficult times too: I dare not try and list you all by name for fear of missing someone out! Thank you for your friendship and caring over the years.
For Frank, Colin and Hazel for your inspiration and support during my working career.
For Trish, Beccy, Nicky and Veronica, thank you for helping to keep me fit and well.
For everyone who has suffered with, or been affected by mental health issues: may you stay strong, find peace and most importantly receive the help you need.
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Patricia Morgan 2022
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All of the events in this memoir are true to the best of the authors memory. The views expressed in this memoir are solely those of the author.
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Authors Note
I appreciate that I have covered some really sensitive issues in my Memoir and because of this I have, in some instances, given folks a different name to protect their identity.
It has not been my intention to deliberately upset anyone, although I have been honest and at times (you may feel) rather outspoken in my recollection of any episodes or incidents quoted. I fully understand that someone else within the same circumstance may have remembered things in a slightly, or indeed, altogether different way.
It has been one of my aims to hopefully try and end the feelings of shame and failure if at any time anyone thinks they are developing some kind of mental health issue. Whether it be suffering from anxiety, depression, bi-polar, paranoia, anorexia, self-harming, post-natal depression or anything else remotely connected with problems of the mind, the stigma attached to these types of illnesses has to end soon. Folks should no longer feel ashamed to seek the help they need because we nearly all have moments in our lives when we may feel inadequate and we can no longer cope. Desperation must not be allowed to set in.
In addition, it must be recognised that the lives of family and friends surrounding someone experiencing any sort of break down are often adversely affected too. And they are certainly in need of some help and support during such difficult times.
Prologue
Ive only recently revealed all. Until then, others saw me as a fun loving woman and the inevitable life and soul of any party. My main interests were playing golf, practising yoga, gardening, unearthing fascinating stories of my ancestors, anything historical including my husband, and having folks over for dinner.
But since child hood Ive kept a dark secretI am also a closet Philatelist, otherwise known as a stamp collector. When wishing to escape from the trauma of real life, Ive spent hours, days, even months come to that, pouring over little scraps of postage paper wondering perhaps where they came from, what stories they might tell, were they flawed or even better quite rare? Would I be the next school child to discover an early British Guiana stamp worth hundreds of thousands of pounds as featured in the Stanley Gibbons monthly?
It wasnt a conscious decision to come out. Late last year Id discovered the most peculiar set of circumstances and coincidences involving stamps and another family from a bygone age. These events and findings had occurred over previous years during my life and theirs, and I needed to share this tale with someone. So, one afternoon when at tea with ladies from my local Golf Club, I blurted it out; I had a secret passion for collecting stamps. Reactions were mixed; surprise, slight shock, embarrassed laughter and quizzical looks said it all. And this was before I got to tell the full story! I was now being mentally registered as a geek or possibly an anorak or any other expression along those lines. Fun loving outgoing Patsy was disappearing before their very eyes and someone else was taking her place.
And then I got to thinking. After undertaking several years of research on my family history I have been surprised time and time again at the number of inherited character traits and the quirky twists of fate. And also wonder at the most amazing coincidences forming connections through the years between my generation and theirs.
Hence, Ive included some of those wonderful stories so you can judge for yourselves.
Chapter One
Early Years
1955
British stamp Queen Elizabeth 10/-
Aside from escapism, what had brought me to such a hobby? Well I was born in 1955, in Nottingham City hospital, the second child of a large family containing four brothers and years later one little sister. And yes, just like Jo in Little Women, I was a Tom boy. Mum tried her best to get me interested in the dolls she never possessed due to rationing and the war; yet, I gamely threw them out of the little pram I was pushing, in order to load it up with stones and rubble and anything else it would carry. I had a strange fascination for watching my dad mix concrete for his latest Do It Yourself project. This possibly instilled in me an interest in buildings and all that that entailed in later life.
But my childhood was a mixture of extremes, super happy memories and at times, very sad and frightening ones.