Family traits

I've never liked white cheese as a child. In my 30's I really started to enjoy white Stilton when I mentioned it at my parent's it turned out to be my paternal grandfather's favourite. 

In my teens I hated what I called soup with bits in. As an adult the only soups I don't like have pearl barley in them...I was unaware that my father hated it, maybe it was because as a child he was fed a lot of it. 

Is it just me or have others experienced similar weird things ?   Probably just me imageimage



  • DovefromaboveDovefromabove Central Norfolk UKPosts: 44,428

    I'm fighting that possibility - my son says I'm more like my delightfully batty aunt than like Ma - hope that's a good thing image

    In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt ... Margaret Atwood
  • pansyfacepansyface PEAK DISTRICTPosts: 10,994

    Oh Lord! Where to start! I see my mother in shop windows. I see her hands at the kitchen worktop holding a knife just THAT way. I see my father's varicose veins (thanks dad). I could go on but it's not a pretty pictureimage

    Apophthegm -  a big word for a small thought.
  • GemmaJFGemmaJF Posts: 1,197

    I hated cheese when I was little, will eat most types now though. Not a change in taste as it was the consistency of it that use to put me off, not the taste.

    The family trait miracle in our family is my son. He never met my Dad who passed away young at 57, when I was 19. My son is like a carbon copy of Dad in personality, looks and outlook. image

    I think I actually try hard not to be much like my family, but I know deep down I'm slowly turning into my auntie Lilly. She always was the black sheep of the family, highly opinionated, and always out in her garden. image 

  • 1Runnybeak11Runnybeak1 Posts: 7,212

    Oh yes Pansy, I too see the same freckly, hands of my Mother as I do chores. My hair has a cat lick at the front,  if I let it, just like hers.  The thick mad wavy hair of my Dad and his love of to much salt.  My girls all have the same hands. My brother is a walking replica? Of my Dad except for the hair. But has his walk, hands, freckles And is a smooth dancer like my Dad.  

    I catch a glance of myself sometimes and see my Mom and Grandmother looking back at me. 

  • ObelixxObelixx Posts: 10,999

    Heaven forbid!!  I hope I'm more caring, more adventurous, more nurturing and kinder - and a better cook and gardener.

    The Vendée, France
  • LynLyn Posts: 8,818

    I hope not as well, and I hope when I am old and need care that I will co operate with whoever looks after me.

    I am more like my dad, he is quiet, placid, hates a fuss and crowds of people, parties, being of gypsy mother, he always loved being out doors, in those days it was scrumping veg, in later years growing it. Thats not to say we dont fight for ourselves, he was a boxing champion first for his school, then in the Navy, and at fairground.

    I was glued to my dad, he couldnt move without me. Always have been, we were great mates when I was teenage, fixing motor bikes and cars. Sunday mornings would be down scrappy, mum would want me to help in the house.

    My mum was a better cook than me, she loved messing about in the kitchen, I would rather be outside.


    Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor. 
  • ClaringtonClarington Posts: 4,913

    My brother always reminds me of the milkman...




  • 1Runnybeak11Runnybeak1 Posts: 7,212

    CLARI. image   Yes we had the same Milkman and we had moved 3 times. image

    Seriously, and no disrespect to my parents but I am much more like my Maternal G.Mother.  She had a lot of the traits I have, not my Mom or Dad although I look like them both.  She loved flowers and the outdoors. She was a Farmers wife in Ireland.  When my Mother was given flowers she would just plonk them in case and never arrange them. Even as a little girl, that used to irk me. Never would picnic or eat outside, which I love.  Oh lots of things.  I'd better stop coz it sounds as though I'm getting at my Mother but I'm not. 

  • KEFKEF Posts: 8,915


    Thanks for your posts I thought this might be a bit of fun or die quickly onto page 10.

    Not that I like to admit but I think I am developing my dad's eyebrows imageimage

    I also had a relative named  Lily, my maternal grandma. Hence Lily of the Valley in my garden image

    She loved bottled Guinness, not draft imageimage and no other alcohol, she didn't lose her taste for it until she was 76. I don't think I take after Lily as I don't much like alcohol and am in no way opinionated or stubborn as she was(bless her) image but I do tell huge big fibs imageimageimage Cheers all ! 

  • Green MagpieGreen Magpie Posts: 689

    The flip side of this is when you see your adult children turning into you....

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