Think I may have said before that I often walk through the park to get to the library. On this small, but occasionally adventurous journey, I have encountered some amazing species: talking parrots (‘lemme go, lemme go’), big fish (partial to Greggs' sausage rolls), religious zealots ( 'armageddon is coming, not like in the movie, though'), and resident beggars ('here's a fiver, do what you like with it') - it’s a veritable safari!
(The library, and the walk to it, feature in my autobiographical narrative. Although, the focus is predominantly on the homeless and the dispossessed, who litter the pathways and shelter amidst the book leaves.) BTW. There is a book sale in the library today; it beats me why anyone would buy a book when you can borrow it for free)
Later on today, I will be talking to my mum about nuns (of the Carmelite variety). This will be interesting, and of course relevant to my story (RE: The section about my Catholic schooling). I will elaborate on this in my next post - ETA: Monday 26th September 2016. 11:00.
Mum - I’ll be round about 4. Get the kettle on.
Now I’ve got an angle on it (see last but one blog), I’m rather excited about my autobiography (it’s going to be great!)
I recently completed an academic research project (MPhil) about working-class women’s autobiographies. Now I’m writing my own...
To cut a long story short:
My dad and both my grandads were coal miners. I was born in Coalville. I belong on this website. I returned to education as a mature student: got a couple of A-levels, went to university; got a BA, an MA, a PhD, and an MPhil. It was not as easy as that. It was not as quick as that. But I did. I have spent most of my adult-life studying something. Generally something to do with English literature: mainly something to do with working-class women. My MA is about Women and God – inspired by and emotively written through my experiences as a pupil at Catholic primary and secondary schools. My PhD and MPhil projects are about working-class women writers – inspired and emotively written through my experiences as a working-class woman in a materialistic and class-ridden society. When I was an undergraduate at university, there wasn’t a module about working-class writing. There just wasn't. I didn’t study any working-class texts. I just didn’t. I once gave a research paper about my PhD (ie: talking about my work) and I remember someone laughingly said, ‘Was there a recession in the 1980s? I must have missed that.’ That just about sums it up. I have had no working-class peers. I found them in my reading and writing. In my reading and writing I found myself.
Welcome to my blog. It's basically about me.It’s called ‘My Travel Blog’ (because I’m time travelling through my memories of the past). See what I did there?