Hello Hello to all Hivians, Silver Bloggers and anyone else reading this.
This week's The Silverbloggers Chronicles - Prompt 8 is ....
Tell us about your memories of moving house?
It may have been a big move, to another city, or even country. Or moving when you were a child, or when you finally left your parental home and moved into your own home.
Tell us how you felt about the move once settled. Share some tips on making the move easier and how you kept your sanity staying in the process;)
From Northern Ireland to Scotland
I grew up in Northern Ireland and indeed a Norn Iron accent was the first I accent I had. Even now I will still say some things in that lilt especially when I have had one too many.
One summer's day when I was five round this time of year I came home from school and was ushered into our car by my heavily pregnant mother who was holding my sister's hand.
The next thing I knew we were on the road to the port of Larne.
Then it was a ferry from Larne to Stranraer on the Scottish west coast, and a car ride across Scotland to Fife where my grandparents lived!
It was the stuff of fairy tales, or as I would later find out, the stuff of nightmares.
This was during that The Troubles. My father was a quantity surveyor and had been born in Carrickfergus but grew up in Scotland.
He took a took a position in Northern Ireland on an ambitious project to create a new town to house the overspill from Belfast. It was named Craigavon after James Craig the first Prime Minister of Northern Ireland and a prominent Unionist leader.
Of course both sides would put a spin on anything. The bottom line was the IRA gave my father one threat too many, and that last one prompted my mother to take us on the ferry back to her parents in Scotland. My father did pack up and joined us a couple of weeks later.
But it was a place I was forbidden to go back to by mother. When I said I applied to Queen's University in Belfast she pleaded for me not to go back. Of course I didn't go and it wasn't until she passed away did I make the pilgrimage home.
The things done in the name of religion I am sorry to say often abhor me.
We ended up in Edinburgh and wee five year old Edward went to school and nobody could understand a fluffing word I said 🤣
So gradually an Edinburgh-ish accent took over.
Luckily children do make friends easily enough, and I was no different once people understood me!
The next move we made that I remember was when I was 11 again in August!
From Scotland's capital Edinburgh to Orkney's capital Kirkwall
My father had took a job on an oil terminal construction, initially only for a year. So he commuted up there for three weeks at a time I think.
However, he was offered a much longer term position, so my parents decided that we would move up there. I though would stay at my school in Edinburgh but change from being a day boy to being a boarder!
Orkney, where the fluff was that, I had to dig out the atlas and find out!
It was beautiful and we were there before it became a cruise liner stopping point and I think ruined by tourists.
After three years I did come back to live fulltime in Orkney and do my final two years of school there.
That was like my first move, as people said talked funny again!
Since then, I have moved too many times to remember, from country to country, continent to continent.
The only thing I learned is to try and not accumulate too much stuff!
Yes I know it's easier said than done!
What about you? What memories do you have of moving house?
Let me know in the comments! And why not join in with the fun and start your Chronicle!?
Can you guess which pictures relate to which place?
Thanks for visiting and enjoy the rest of your day!
My previous Chronicles ... are :-
Prompt 1 Colour ~ my Chronicle 1
Prompt 2 Joy ~ my Chronicle 2
Prompt 3 Hometown ~ my Chronicle 3
Prompt 4 Wheels ~ my Chronicle 4
Prompt 6 Memory recipe ~ my Chronicle 6
Prompt 7 summer holidays ~ my Chronicle 7
Prompt 8 Moving house ~ my this one ...
All images and ramblings are from me, the mad Scotsman TengoLoTodo unless otherwise stated..
DO WHAT YOU LOVE AND DO IT OFTEN
Haste Ye Back!
Hey fellow creators & readers! 📝🎶🎨
This article was brought to you via Ecency, a cool way to blog on the Hive social platform.
Are you a writer, artist, vlogger, musician, poet, or any kind of content wizard? Hive is a bit different – it’s run by its community, not a big company. That means your voice, your content! It can't just be silenced, censored, or demonetized out of the blue. And that truly matters these days!
If you're ready for a social experience where you genuinely own and control your creations, why not check out Hive?
➡️ Learn more about Hive here ➡️ Ready to join? Create your Hive account here
Come build the future of content with us!
