Tag Archives: family life

Back in time for the family

This past bank holiday weekend, my wife and I went to her sister’s house in Billericay. This time Aunty June came from Wolverhampton, with her two sons Andrew and Michael and their families. June was born in 1926 making her … Continue reading

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The Two Obadiah’s

When just a boy, I asked Dad What’s the oldest song you know? He pulled the music stool out And while playing he began to sing. It turns out that when Dad was a boy He asked his own Grandad … Continue reading

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Rodin’s the Thinker: or was it called the dreamer

Back in the mid to late 50s, our teachers only addressed us children by our surnames or more usually as ‘You boy’, or, ‘You Girl’. I’m afraid on many occasions I was told “You boy, pay attention and stop your … Continue reading

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1951 – Cherry Pie

Replete with dinner, just eaten Mum brought a golden pie in from the kitchen The jug of custard quickly followed, “Be careful, the cherries have stones Just leave them round the side of your dish”. Soon after we, three boys, … Continue reading

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Yes- That’s my wife

The police came to my front door last night holding a picture of my wife. They said, “Is this your wife, sir?” Shocked, I answered, ” Yes.” They said, “I’m afraid it looks like she’s been hit by a bus.” … Continue reading

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Sit wide eyed in wonder

It’s Christmas, kids all over the land call out As soon as morning awakens them The little ones still believe; Perhaps older ones aren’t now quite so sure. Noise of excited children as presents Wrapped so gently in previous weeks … Continue reading

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A lad who had to grow up fast

Fred Rouse, was a typical Cockney lad. Stroppy at times, a lean, tall, gangling boy. He and my older brother became good friends when they both started senior school together, Queens Head Street School, Islington aged eleven. Over the next … Continue reading

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