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This year my eldest grandchild starts her final year at Uni. This is one of those realisation moments that time moves faster as you grow older. It won't slow down.
That idea of a job for life,you mentioned,may have sounded boring years ago,but my children are in this new 'contracts' age and there is always a 'what if?' worry which we didn't have. My generation were lucky. We just didn't realise it at the time.
"Heaven knows what lies ahead for them, but let's hope it turns out just as well."

Cue a 73 post argument on Br*x*t.
That's got me humming "The Circle of Life" (from The Lion King).
Probably all day long..
Let's hope indeed, for all the next generations. May they do better than their forebears. Thank you DG, for a story that resonates so much with my own.
Good luck and best wishes to all who are moving on to work, college, 6th form or high school this autumn
A beautifully written and evocative piece, DG. I like this glimpse into someone else's life that has run to a similar timeline to mine.

Sorry to dribble on about my memories, but your piece brought back many. Thirty-six years ago I shared the driving with my dad to what he liked to call my "digs" in Burton-on-Trent for a year of work before university (I don't remember it ever being called a gap year). It turned out it wasn't digs like my dad remembered but a bedsit. That meant a quick dash to the Co-op department store for basic kitchen utensils and supplies. My mum had preferred to say her goodbyes at home than in a backstreet of Burton within smelling distance of the pork-pie factory, the marmite factory and the Ind Coope brewery.
That's how I started, fresh out of university, a room in a shared house.
Seemed ok at the time. I'd never want to do that again.
Shared houses are rites of passage - or character building as I keep telling my children as they complain about the delights of theirs!

My eldest also just finished uni, but is "taking August off" before he starts looking for work! In my day I was guaranteed a job straight from Uni - in fact the borough was obliged to find me my first position! How times have changed.

I wish all young people much luck today. Their lives will be very different from ours - just as ours were from those of our parents/grandparents, but hopefully just as rich and fulfilling.
A lovely piece DG. I have a tear in my eye. My leaving home seems only yesterday. Actually I left home about five times, always coming back, and as my parents get older perhaps I will move back again. But the week after next I am going with my eldest son to open days at uni.
What a lovely piece of writing DG
Well, I still live with my parents. No wonder I still act like bratty kids at times.
August bank holiday weekend, 1988? Just possible I was visiting my grandparents in Lowestoft, now both long since dead. We visit my parents there now, but I doubt any of my generation will be retiring there.

My eldest nephew recently turned 18, and my eldest niece has a child already. And so the wheel turns, faster and faster it seems as the years go by.

Things can only get better, they said. Let's hope so.
Our family went through the big generational change last year when my youngest nephew had his 18th birthday.

So now we have no children in the family for the first time since 1993.

What we do have though is four brilliant young adults and it has been fascinating watching them grow and develop and make their own way in the world. Our family is infinitely richer for that.
Lovely post.
Loved the post.
A charming memoir. Full of human interest and a delight to read, as always.
Job for life? The thought of 30 years service in the same company sounds like hell on earth.

dg writes: Depends on the company, obviously.
Very evocative indeed. I have recently witnessed a steady turn of my family's younger generation going forth and making their own way, sometimes on quite a rocky road, but so far, thankfully, always getting through to somewhere good; in many ways they face tough challenges compared to my generation. Perhaps the most unexpected thing is my mum delighting in how her grandchildren are raising the great-grandchildren. If the youngest in the family lives as long as great-gran, she’ll see in the 22nd century. Who knows what the world will be like then, the mind boggles at the thought. Maybe they'll party like it’s 1999 -or I like to think even better.
Loved reading this, and the comments. It was a kind of reverse situation for me. My parents were the ones who moved out - down to the south coast. I had to find myself a bed-sit as my job was in central London.
Always a fascinating read, today's post is one of your most wonderful
What a splendid tribute to your family! Left a little lump in the throat. Having a brother is grand, innit?
Ditto (lump in throat). Poignant.
A really good read. As it did with others it resonated with me. I moved out of Wales to the shared room in London. My son moved out to his shared room in Canberra. He coped. I needed therapy!

But, as you say, it’s the start of something new and of sharing experiences across generations.

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