Gillian’s passions are people, languages, health, Celtic dance and music, playing concertina, coastal walking, guide dogs. It is her passion for people that motivates Gillian to write portraits of their lives.
Where do I begin? When did I first know how much I loved my Dad? Was it my first thought on the day I was born? Was it genetic? Was it when I realized how cloned in actions, lateral thinking, independent thought and ideas we were? Dad was practical, active, fun, friendly, a great listener, a fulfiller of family dreams, an amateur champion cyclist and effective behavioural modifier when needed. I could be strong-willed at times.
He was born in 1917 in Hulme, inner city Manchester, third child, first son of six children, to his mother’s third husband, who turned into a bullying alcoholic and violent father. Poverty was everywhere in those days and all the children had to work from a very early age, to compensate for their inadequate father who left when Dad was twelve. Dad had to grow up quickly.
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