Suzanne Lambert Storyteller, Author and Blogger My Story
© 2013 - 2019 Suzanne Lambert | All Rights Reserved
I was born in Scotwood, Newcastle upon Tyne in a home for unmarried mothers and was taken to the local orphanage in Jesmond.  My mother was left heartbroken as she returned home without her baby daughter.  Just a few miles away Nancy, a nanny in the orphanage nursery, made her way down the parlour stairs to see who was at the door.  I was placed in her arms and our story began. As a child, when I first picked up a pen and began to write, I could never have imagined that one day I would become a published author.  My favourite game was sitting underneath the conker tree making up stories then telling them to the children.  “I live in a world filled with magic” I told mum.  “You live with your head in the clouds” she would say smiling. My mother, Nancy, was an amazing soul and my favourite times were those she sat beside me in bed reading me story after story.  However, in my world I never heard words like ‘believe in yourself’ and ‘follow your dreams’.  I was told to work hard, concentrate, get good grades and then I would get a good job.  Not exactly inspiring! My favourite story, of course, was about me being brought to the orphanage door and her running down the stairs to look at me.  “A precious baby, can you imagine, I took one look at you and knew God had sent me a daughter” she would say, her eyes filling with tears every time. When I heard the story of the Rag Dolls for the first time I cried.  Over the years it became a tradition to tell the story on Christmas Eve.  I was always so proud to tell people at the end of the story that Nancy was my mother.  “You should write a book” someone once said, as I told another story about mum’s children.  I thought about it for a moment, then dismissed it.  I was being ridiculous.  I could tell a story but had no idea how to write and University was far beyond my means.  For me writing a book was simply a dream. When my precious daughter was born my world was complete.
 On our very first Christmas Eve together I drew the curtains and switched on the tree lights as mum cradled Gemah in her arms and told her the story of the Rag Dolls.  It is a moment I will never forget and hold dearly in my heart. Twenty six years later my daughter knew the story by heart and she picked up the Take A Break magazine one day and said “look mum, they want life stories for a book, you must send in grandma’s story of the Rag Dolls.  “Oh I don’t know, I told her”.  Come on mum” she said giving me a hug, “do it for grandma”. With absolutely no belief in myself or my writing skills I sat down that night in front of the computer and closed my eyes.  It was almost as though mum was standing next to me and my fingers began to fly over the keyboard.  In no time at all I had one thousand words and I pressed click to send.  “There you go mum” I whispered. The day I received the phone call saying I had won was one I will never forget.  I went from absolutely thrilled to terrified in seconds.  Me write a book?   The support and encouragement I received over the next few months were incredible.   I worked hard writing every single spare moment I had, loving every single moment of it.   When a dream comes true, that you never really believed in, it is all the more special when it happens.   Seeing my book sitting on the shelf in the bookstore was an incredible moment.  “So what next” someone said.  My first book had been about mum and I.  It was our story. My thoughts went back to mum and all the stories she had told me.  I knew what I had to do.  My next book would be about Nancy’s children.  I hope my books make you smile, even bring a tear to your eye before making you smile again. Mum weaved her magic not only into my life but all the children that were in her care.  I hope the magic touches you too.
Suzanne Lambert Storyteller, Author and Blogger My Story
© 2013 - 2019 Suzanne Lambert | All Rights Reserved
I was born in Scotwood, Newcastle upon Tyne in a home for unmarried mothers and was taken to the local orphanage in Jesmond.  My mother was left heartbroken as she returned home without her baby daughter.  Just a few miles away Nancy, a nanny in the orphanage nursery, made her way down the parlour stairs to see who was at the door.  I was placed in her arms and our story began. As a child, when I first picked up a pen and began to write, I could never have imagined that one day I would become a published author.  My favourite game was sitting underneath the conker tree making up stories then telling them to the children.  “I live in a world filled with magic” I told mum.  “You live with your head in the clouds” she would say smiling. My mother, Nancy, was an amazing soul and my favourite times were those she sat beside me in bed reading me story after story.  However, in my world I never heard words like ‘believe in yourself’ and ‘follow your dreams’.  I was told to work hard, concentrate, get good grades and then I would get a good job.  Not exactly inspiring! My favourite story, of course, was about me being brought to the orphanage door and her running down the stairs to look at me.  “A precious baby, can you imagine, I took one look at you and knew God had sent me a daughter” she would say, her eyes filling with tears every time. When I heard the story of the Rag Dolls for the first time I cried.  Over the years it became a tradition to tell the story on Christmas Eve.  I was always so proud to tell people at the end of the story that Nancy was my mother.  “You should write a book” someone once said, as I told another story about mum’s children.  I thought about it for a moment, then dismissed it.  I was being ridiculous.  I could tell a story but had no idea how to write and University was far beyond my means.  For me writing a book was simply a dream.
When my precious daughter was born my world was complete.  On our very first Christmas Eve together I drew the curtains and switched on the tree lights as mum cradled Gemah in her arms and told her the story of the Rag Dolls.  It is a moment I will never forget and hold dearly in my heart. Twenty six years later my daughter knew the story by heart and she picked up the Take A Break magazine one day and said “look mum, they want life stories for a book, you must send in grandma’s story of the Rag Dolls.  “Oh I don’t know, I told her”.  Come on mum” she said giving me a hug, “do it for grandma”. With absolutely no belief in myself or my writing skills I sat down that night in front of the computer and closed my eyes.  It was almost as though mum was standing next to me and my fingers began to fly over the keyboard.  In no time at all I had one thousand words and I pressed click to send.  “There you go mum” I whispered. The day I received the phone call saying I had won was one I will never forget.  I went from absolutely thrilled to terrified in seconds.  Me write a book?   The support and encouragement I received over the next few months were incredible.   I worked hard writing every single spare moment I had, loving every single moment of it.   When a dream comes true, that you never really believed in, it is all the more special when it happens.   Seeing my book sitting on the shelf in the bookstore was an incredible moment.  “So what next” someone said.  My first book had been about mum and I.  It was our story. My thoughts went back to mum and all the stories she had told me.  I knew what I had to do.  My next book would be about Nancy’s children.  I hope my books make you smile, even bring a tear to your eye before making you smile again. Mum weaved her magic not only into my life but all the children that were in her care.  I hope the magic touches you too.