I had a great day yesterday, in fact I had a smile on my face for most of the day and it stayed there all the way home from Claremont to Shelley.
I attended a course facilitated by Rachel Robertson on Crafting Personal Writing, it was held in a beautiful old building that was once a teachers college on the grounds of UWA Claremont
I met a group of people with like minded ambitions, or, I should say some were a lot more ambitious than me, way smarter to, we all had our own stories to share. I was and still am in awe listening to their writing that they shared.
We completed several activities throughout the day, which I might add, the day just, literally flew by, before we knew it, it was time to go home
Why did I complete this workshop? To enhance my hobbie of writing and telling a story. With my dad in his twilight years I have come to realise that a lot of his memories are now lost to us, his reflections, ideals, thoughts. I plan on writing; through a series of summaries, my childhood, a sign of the times, under the spell of a very disfunctional family. How we got from their to here and survivied. A bit of a heaing process, an understanding of what the hell happened
More of that at a later date!
One of the activities to get us started on developing a story line, to spend 5 minutes describing what our name means. The great thing about this type of activity is that it brings back those locked away memories that you had no idea were still stored inside your head, and you thought it was empty didn’t you?
|Any body clever enough to rotate this, I am in the top row next to my very favourite teacher. She was always kind and looked after me, with any luck you can’t see what year it was!!!!|
So here goes this is what I wrote:
Rae Bowler, not Ray – That’s how you spell Rae the boys way. That’s right I have a unisex name, go figure. I am named after my dad’s best friend in England (dad is from Nottingham) so I am good with that
Boy did I get a lot of stick at school for having a name like Bowler, especially as I couldn’t bowl either. So now we have a Boys named crossed with a sport. Great!
When I was younger I insisted that I would change my name (surname that is) as I hated it.
But ho hum I fell in love and ended up with the surname Hilhorst (Dutch descendants)
Hilhorst is my married name, you remember those days when it was considered the norm to take on your husbands name. So did I win or lose, I can’t decide, which would I rather have now?
I also remember when I was around 10, I stated at the breakfast table (a Sunday I distinctly remember that, like it was yesterday) ‘I was going to marry a German’ my parents said, ‘You can’t marry a German’, I said okay then I will marry a Dutchman’ And by default that is exactly what I did, 30 years married next year
Now there is something else I should mention, Rae is my middle name, Rosalene is my first, my mothers choice, don’t know if the name originated from anywhere inside the family
Alas I spent many early school days crying as my name was shortened to Rosy, I was a stickler and still am of words being spoken correctly and not shortened (clearly I am in the wrong country) I am a bit of a policy and procedures girl.
So a meeting at school was called between my mother, teacher, principle, they all agreed that, yes, I would be forever known as Rae (which is on my birth certificate)
Guess what they did: Some resolution plan!!!!!!
- At the next morning assembly (in those days you had one every day)
- I had to stand up in front of the whole school
- The whole school was asked to please call me Rae rather than Rosalene
- I can’t remember or not if I shrank away in embarrassment
- Guess I couldn’t have thought it was a big deal, because I don’t remember being embarrased
- Thankfully is was a very small all girls school
|Tainya, Derek and me (Rae) same deal, who can turn this around?|