Category Archives: Autobiography

Goodbye Francis

Posted on April 29, 2014 by odeboyz

The last words exchanged“Have a nice holiday Frances”.“I will Mike” her voice strongBelying her eighty something years. Accompanied by her sisterThe mini-cab tooting impatiently They were off to the airportThe adventure to be savoured. Memories of the old countryStill thinking … Continue reading →

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The beautiful City

Posted on April 18, 2014 by odeboyz

Some years ago (OK more than I should have let pass) a couple of our group of close friends suggested we visit Paris. Jan, was immediately up for it, but as always, all I could envisage was foreign food and … Continue reading →

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Gran’s great big iron mangle

Posted on April 15, 2014 by odeboyz

Gran’s great big iron Mangle   Granny had a mangle It really was a beast Squishy boiled bloated clothes It’s very favourite feast   Monday’s saw the wash board down And scrubbed the clothes were sent From the huge great … Continue reading →

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Winter cold.

Posted on April 3, 2014 by odeboyz

When the coalmen came to deliver two or three cwt. of coal from their horse drawn cart. Mum and me would hear them coming down the street, and by the time they got to our house, one would have flipped … Continue reading →

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An Eccentric Expired.

Posted on March 21, 2014 by odeboyz

About five years ago, the Council contacted me to ask if I knew Bill xxxx (a tenant living on our estate) and that if I did could I urgently contact him as he was thousands of pounds in rent arrears … Continue reading →

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To me Dardie.

Posted on March 11, 2014 by odeboyz

Dad, I know you like meaningful words Well, here’s a whole bunch of  them. Expressing emotions, anger, and sadness. I cant think what to say, Now you’ve floated so far away. But I know your looking down upon me Hoping … Continue reading →

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Disability in my family and others

Posted on March 6, 2014 by odeboyz

This is a true story about me and my then young family. My eldest daughter Rita was about eleven years old whilst my three sons Terry Steven and Robert were seven, our and three. So from about 1982 I was … Continue reading →

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A Bad Weekend

Posted on February 21, 2014 by odeboyz
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Working in the 1970s

Posted on February 6, 2014 by odeboyz

We nicknamed the huge treble extension ladder “Big Bertha” as it really was a beast with thirty rungs in each in each of its three sections, the bottom and middle section fitted with ropes and pulley wheels. In 1972 I … Continue reading →

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Harold Hill history.

Posted on January 17, 2014 by odeboyz

True stories to my granddaughter Kay. Hi Kay, as with most things, the most tenuous threads of fate pull together in forming both a personal as well as an interactive history of me with others and others with me.  So … Continue reading →

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