Unlike the morning this group was all women. A single sex group always subtly changes the dynamic of a session, they often seem freer and more willing to discuss more sensitive subjects.
|Sarah, Agnes, Barbara and Joanne|
From the reminiscence we devised 10 word edits of the pieces, which will be a starting point for a twitter poems. Lots of great material was gathered, these pieces stood out to me, they have a feeling of 'old sayings':
My sister, I was always little when she was big: Marion
Make it go a little further it might be mine tomorrow: Agnes.
Made plain gowns green with shadow leaves, little capped sleeves: Jane
I couldn’t make a pattern so went round the edge: Barbara
Mum wasn’t violent but nearly clobbered a woman for liver: Barbara