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Regular followers and visitors to this site will know I'm using BLOGGERS WERE CHILDREN TOO! for my theme this year. I hope you're enjoying reading about bloggers, some you know and some you may not yet know, as they respond to some prompts I sent out. I've been so grateful for their responses as it helped me to get to know them better, admire their stunning cuteness as babes, and delighted me with random facts.
Thank you Adult Bloggers for your heartfelt responses. Thank you readers for visiting my posts. I hope you'll leave a comment and if you'd like to follow the link to my respondents' blogs they'd be delighted to meet you.
I was born in the town of Preston in North West England, and lived there until I was eighteen. As I was born during World War 2, my father was in the armed forces, and my mother lived with her parents, so my first home was my grandparents’ house.
Just before the war ended, I was admitted to hospital for an operation on a congenitally-dislocated hip, and spent the next 15 months of my life at Liverpool Children’s Hospital in Cheshire.
A couple of months after my 3rd birthday, I came out of hospital to the house my parents had bought. The front part of this Victorian house was a shop where my mother sold knitting and sewing items.
When I was eleven, the shop was sold, and we moved to a small house a couple of miles away, which was where I spend my teenage years, until I went to University when I was eighteen.
It’s difficult to say which was my favourite home, as both the shop and the later house have a lot of different memories attached to them.
My best childhood memory was the first time I went to camp with the Girl Guides. I was eleven and it was my first holiday without my parents. It didn’t matter that it had rained so much we had to spend the first night on the floor of the local church because the camping field was too water-logged to pitch the tents. For me, it was a week of fun and laughter with my friends.
My worst childhood memory was when a car skidded on the road outside our shop and smashed into the front window. Fortunately, no-one was in the shop at the time. I was seven, and we were all in the back room, but I can still hear the almighty smash. I thought the whole house was collapsing and I was so scared. Amazingly, the occupants of the car weren’t badly injured, just a few minor cuts, but it was the most frightening experience I’d ever had.
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| Paula's long-time current abode near Manchester |
Today I live in a small house on the outskirts of the city of Manchester. I’ve been here for 46 years, bringing up my two daughters here, and now living on my own.
More about Paula:
She had some early publishing success with short stories and four novels, but then had a break from writing while she brought up a young family and also pursued her career as a history teacher for twenty-five years. She has recently returned to writing fiction, after retiring from teaching.
Her novel, ‘His Leading Lady’ was published by Whiskey Creek Press in June 2011, and her latest release, ‘Fragrance of Violets’ was published in February 2012. She has two more contemporary romances awaiting release, and is working on another.
Apart from writing, she enjoys travelling and loves the English Lake District and Ireland. She has also travelled extensively in Britain, mainland Europe, the Middle East, USA and Canada and loves visiting new places. Her other interests include musical theatre and researching her family history.
Here are some links to catch up with Paula:
Website: http://paulamartinromances.webs.com




