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I mostly remember my mum when she was in her early 40s am the youngest - she was separated from my dad. This was like 1975 she was still friends with dad and they always got drunk together in that hottest of summers and they always ended up back in drunken slumbers in her bedroom
She was called Annie, she was loud and funny & LOVED company of men now by that I mean in the mid 70s she wasn’t scared to laugh and outwit them verbally and banter with men when many women in my circle didn’t answer back - she was incredibly poor yet never seemed bothered by it
She spoke to everyone in the street, she hung out of her window & spoke to people going past, loved Hollywood movies & could quote scenes from favourite musicals with a two step dance routine in burst shoes with a fading black eye she got from a fist fight with my older brother
She and my eldest brother starting fighting when dad left - she would scream at him punch him he’s lunch her then defend him fiercely when I ran and got the cops “he’s my son” she spat as they hugged crying
She was funny, she knew so many people, she had poverty tricks- she wired the main electrics from a street pole up to her close & got caught went to court and stood there in front of a Magistate and told him she had a lot of vaginal discharge and mental problems
Magistrate was horrified -men in the court aghast as she described vaginal discharge, they dismissed the case to get her out of the building - I was there horrified, she laughed all the way home and told me men can’t cope with some words and they will do anything to shut you up
She was sparky, funny, depressed, unconventional in a way I never knew women at that time could be she would argue back her case when most women I knew pretended men were right and just made tea- she stood her ground
Then she met Peter the man who eventually murdered her in 1982 he stopped her laughing loud, he made her leave her friends he made her secretive and scared to speak - she became silent and frightened until he finally threw her in the River
So when men come online and tell me to stop swearing, shut up, stop being a comedian, stop answering back, just to be fucking quiet- you’ll all know now why I fight back and won’t let them shut me down
Today is the anniversary of her death and I just wanted you all to know a wee bit more about Annie Currie
Today was the date we found her body
