Tagged Family Life

The Air Raid

The building shook harder than before. This was the fourth night in a week that Germany’s bombs had been dropped on Leeds. Jenny was terrified, she couldn’t show it. As always she had her children to think of. The first explosion seemed to be a few streets away but the second was much closer. The whole house shook and plaster fell from the wall. She expected there little terraced house to collapse at any minute. Jenny was huddled in the hastily built shelter in the cellar of their small home with her three children held close to her. Some of the…

Don’s Story

“Mum there’s a bloke outside rolling about on the floor I think he’s drunk” “It’s that bloody pub again three fights this week, Bill call the police. “We’re off to the rent office tomorrow. I want a transfer. We are off up Swarcliffe near our Pam,” said Mum She hated it here I knew she did. I suppose only now about to enter my teens did I begin to realise how much. Her large brood of brothers and sisters were always striving to better themselves. Each trying to be better than the rest. Business people, successful people. Where was my…

One Day Soon I’m Going to Cas Vegas

The coach and four bound for Hull winds its way along a ribbon of stone and dirt. Not long departed from The Bull and Mouth in the fledgling city, a hard day of toil ahead. Tolls paid at Halton Dial the traveller’s carriage labours up the leafy tree-lined hill. The new turnpike unfolds through fields and English countryside. A rural idyll. A double-decker 401 to distant Goole, grumbling hot and sweaty out-of-town. Diesel fumes spewing into the wet, grey, winter evening. ‘Home is where the heart is’ and mine is by this noisy tarmac world. A fast-flowing river of cars, trucks, buses, and helicopters chasing sirens. The traffic is fast talking,…

Uncle Charlie

What’s up Dad?” “Uncle Charlie died.” “Whose uncle Charlie?” Turns out he was a quiet man a relative who I never met. A solitary sort of bloke as if he couldn’t or didn’t want to fit in. No one in the His family lost touch and Charlie died alone in his room, no relatives could be found. His death notice appeared in the local paper, too late he had already been buried, alone, an unmarked paupers grave. Pregnant, jobless, homeless. A girl ‘in service,’ what happened? We will never know I suppose. Victorian England was a harsh, unforgiving place. Society still reels from their pompous values. Destitute, young and with…

‘I Think I’ve Just Seen Bob’

“The strangest thing happened on my way here, I thought I saw Bob,” said Pat “You can’t have he’s dead, we all went to his funeral,” said Harry. The three men were best friends, worked together and at weekends were drinking buddies. Until recently Bob Dixon had been part of their little group. Each Friday after work they had a night out, pubs, bands and a curry. “I know but that’s the fourth time I’ve seen him this month. Only from the back, I could have sworn it was him,” said Pat “It was a car crash wasn’t it,” said…

Pete’s Portal

Pete stood by the portal, unsure what to do next. He had read about them and seen them in movies. He never thought though that they existed, surely they were science fiction. A shimmering rift. A fracture in space and time between this world and well, who knows what. His day had started well, just like any other. Pete was up early walking his dogs walk, then work. He had been doing the afternoon shift at the petrol station for years now. It was OK he liked things the way they were. He had plenty of time for his dogs…

Eduardo’s Story

‘Wonderful view eh,’ said the old man who had appeared behind me. He must have walked up quietly as I stood enchanted by the view of the old port far below the citadel walls. This window in the ancient castle ramparts was clearly a popular place for tourists taking photos. “It is yes, quite breath-taking,” here we go no doubt, he’ll want money. To guide me round, be my friend and I only want to take a photo. “Are you English or German?” he asked. This always the happens when I am abroad, being mistaken for a German. It’s not surprising I…

A New Jumper For Dotty

George and Cynthia walked with purpose through the park. To all the world a perfect couple. He was happy, a spring in his step chattering away.  “I’m so excited aunty has agreed to knit something for Dotty.” George’s aunt was knitting a jumper for his baby. On nice days she spent most afternoons in the park knitting and chatting. A flask filled with tea and a basket full of wool. She loved to knit nice warm clothes for families with new additions. Her little red creations could be seen all over town. Red was the only colour she worked with.…

Destiny

I think I had one of those meeting your destiny moments a few weeks ago. I suppose like a lot of these times in our lives, this one began many years before. I often think Victorian England must have been an incredible place. Vast areas of countryside unchanged for generations. Peaceful unspoilt land where hard work was the norm for common folk. Dark, dangerous cities spewing pollution and poison into the air and rivers. Driving the nation forward and drawing the rural population towards them like moths to a flame. My great-grandfather lived in both communities. He is someone I have always…