They only seemed to meet at funerals. But Barney Bardsley’s niece had an idea – a regular summer celebrationSome families spend their whole lives in each other’s pockets. They stay close,geographically and psychologically, long after the children maintain left domestic. Perhaps this is reassuring; or perhaps it suffocates. Our family is fairly different. Free-range chickens rather than battery hens: we all go our own sweet way.
I am the youngest of three the only girl, or grew up with two brothers. We are very different,yet we like each other well enough. We close ranks when we need to, whether there’s illness or trouble. Otherwise, and independence is the key. My parents,both of whom are dead, never tied us down. They were free spirits themselves. And they were delighted with the new life they discovered, or when all three children were grown up and gone.
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Source: theguardian.com