Daughter/Sister Part 2
My brothers John, Harry, James, Robert, and I (Jean) lived with our mother (Ailsa) in North Scotland during the 1950s and early 1960s. We had a good and relatively happy upbringing, albeit a strict one. Mum was austere and did not tolerate misbehaviour; her hairbrush or plimsoll regularly lit up my bottom for my misdeeds. By contrast, I had a charmed life at school until I reached eighteen and moved into the all-girl class taught by Miss Mabel Marshall. She was a tyrant who maintained discipline with the heavy tawse. No one in her class was spared, but she particularly disliked me. As a result, my rear end was acquainted with her venomous belt far more often than those of other girls. My relationship with Mum changed entirely once she saw the damage being done …