My parents were married for 63 years and were very different to each other. How it lasted so long I do not know because there were times when Mum could have slowly strangled Dad but, only once did I ever hear them argue, when I was 14 and that was over a rescue dog (guess who instigated that one?)
Times were not always easy but we were grown in an atmosphere of no meaning no, and begging and pleading, whining and sulking only achieved a firmed NO and being teased for behaving so badly.
Laughter was to the fore. We laughed at each other and, more importantly at ourselves. Ourselves. Seeing the funny side of situations regardless. It has stood not only me but also my sister in good stead for our lives.
When I was 14 I had a bad fall from a mare. All I remember is watching this big brown and white butt descending towards me as I was against a tree having just come off, thinking "This is going to hurt!"
I had a broken nose. My teeth had gone right through my top lip, and my top teeth were knocked loose.
I rode back to the stables and stayed there all day.
I do not bruise easily but I do swell. My eyes were puffed, my nose swollen but I could still see my top lip turned inside out protruding from below my nose.
My sister and cousin were at the stables that day and they got indoors before me. Mum was cooking chips (fries) for our meal. She turned from the cooker with the fry basket in one hand and a plate under the basket in the other. When I walked in she took one look, put the plate and basket on the table, sat on her stool covering her face with both hands shaking with laughter and her comment was "Well, you won't be wanting vinegar on your chips will you?"
I was sent to the doctor, neither of my parents ever drove, to be patched up.
The surgery was closed and his wife answered my knock on the door.
She called out to her husband who was still in his surgery "Darling, it is Linda."
He retort was "Is it a kick, bite or fall?"
Guess they knew me well!
That is how injuries were dealt with, laugh at them and if you couldn't take them, stop riding. I will add, Mum was a brilliant nurse, I suffered with severe migraines all through my childhood and she tended to me as only a mother can, tirelessly day and night.
When Dad was taken ill and diagnosed as having had a stroke, he was in hospital and barely conscious. Mum took his hand and said "I have always loved you so much. I hope you know that."
He just squeezed her hand. Made my sister and I very tearful.
Dad died a few days later. He had not had a stroke but had a brain tumour, he was 92 and until the day before becoming ill, had been doing grocery shopping for less able people in the town and also delivering newspapers every morning.
As a child I was envious of friends whose parents could afford far more things for them. My father worked hard but was a low wage earner. As I have grown and heard tales from friends I realise that I had a rich childhood and life. Money is not important in comparison.