Family

For my whole life I have realised the complex diversities of people and their families it is true that many things happen behind closed doors. Just to think how many stories people that walk down oxford road could contain intrigue and fascinate me.Well I want to tell you my families storie which contain’s all of the twist and turn’s of a blockbuster thriller but my family is ’normal’ joust like your family is or your next door neighbours but as we all know there is no such thing as a ‘normal’ family we all have secrets, we all have the mad christian or the drunken family member but I’m just inviting you to know my family’s storie.

Where do we begin with my mother’s side or my father’s both are as dysfunctional as the other but before I start expressing my view’s and opinions of anyone I’m about to discuss I love everyone in my family because as they say blood is thicker than water but I have always responded to that by saying ‘so who wants to bathe in blood?’ or ’Yeah but only crazy people or vampire’s drink blood’ You could go on forever but family’s are so important I mean some people in your family even your sibling’s you would never ever seek out to be a friend or even an aquantinence but they are their and so make your life ever more entertaining.
The arly stages of my mother and father’s life are very blured because for one I wasn’t their and it never really came up in conversation so I will try my best.
My mother was born in preston into a small terrace house near the cotton mills.She was brought up most of her life believing that John Thorpe and Monica Thorpe were her biological parents but her father was a john mckelvie.We shall come back to that whole detail later and I will warn you that there are a lot of John’s in the family so prepare yourself to become confused. Anyway Ann Mary Thorpe was born on the 11th April 1949 she had four siblings Josie, Jack, Shelia and Margaret.A few years after Ann’s arrival Lynn was born and as you expect their was a lot of rivalry between the two.From what my mother told me she throughouly enjoyed school , and was quite clever as she entered her teens arguments between her and her sister lynn occurred.I think that in a sense my mother was kind of jealous of lynn , many of the lad’s called lynn twiggy because she resembled the supermodel whilst though my mum was very attractive I think she was rather chubby .Jack the only brother particully looked out for ann and if any lad’s messed her around he would be quick to find them, he was rather short but was known around Preston for being ‘tough’.I don’t know much more about her life in Preston a part from two memories from her childhood she always told me about. When she was four years old she ended up falling in a bucket of boiling hot water and burnt her backside badly she had to stay in hospital for a few weeks and she remembers how her mother Mona wouldn’t allow her to have a dummy, her mother was quite strict but her father John Thorpe was a man who loved his children and he used to sneak in a dummy for Ann when he visited her in hospital. When my mother died a few week’s before my mother had found my old dummy from when I was a baby so when we had a choice to put an item in her coffin I had a tough choice between a packet of Benson and hedges or my dummy. I put the dummy in.
Another Memory from her childhood wasn’t a particularly pleasant one and this probably had a huge impact on the person she was going to be. Her father John Thorpe was a gambler and spent most of the families money Ann’s Mother worked in the cotton mill and in a polite way enjoyed men’s company. Now one night John came home drunk and told Mona he had lost a lot of money gambling Ann heard all of this from the toilet because they where arguing on the landing. Mona had a knife in her hand and with her rage stabbed John in the stomach. He didn’t die but was injured spent some time in hospital and then came back but Ann who was only a child at the time heard all of this and saw most of it too.
The next blow in ann’s life came when she was sixteen and was told that her eal father was Called John Mckelvie he was a drinker and a gambler but had seemed to become kind of successful and was managing a hotel in Manchester with his wife Sylvia and his two young children john and fiona.My mother probably could have gone to college and made a good life for herself but instead at 16 she was sent to life with this ‘new’ family and look after her father and her stepmothers children.but luckly Sylvia who ann refered to as Mama McKelvie was a kind and gentle person.