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Let’s join hands

This funny baby did not appear as pink and cherubic as the illustrations on the cover of the instruction manual that it came with. But a few hours had now passed since my birth. The angry bruising around my face had begun to … Continue reading

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Ringing home

My parents finished building the house at 155 Bosty Lane, Aldridge by the summer of 1957. They had, by this time, been married for almost nine years.  These had been nine years of a childless, double-income life in rented rooms comprising half of … Continue reading

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Piping down the valleys wild.

    Deepmore Avenue, Bentley, near Walsall – nineteen thirty something…. He is out of bed well before the five children rise and put their reluctant toes onto the cold lino before dressing for school. His faithful little wife – in … Continue reading

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Dirty Money

  Ken, my husband, dug up this livery button in the vegetable garden of our cottage the other day. He might be a bit mutton, but he’s still a hawk-eye for a bit of garden archeology, and swooped on what looked … Continue reading

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Those were the Days

8, Church Street, Walsall: Sunday 7th April 1861. Name: Thos. Day Age: 19 Occupation: Baker Where born: Boston, Lincolnshire My mother’s great grandfather, Thomas Watson Day, was not yet out of his teens. He had left behind all that was … Continue reading

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The tiny parlour

  My dad told me that when he was at work pegging out building plots for the new estates that were springing up north of Birmingham in the post-war years, he would marvel at how inconveniently small the allotted spaces … Continue reading

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Beyond the Curtain Wall

These snuff-brown pieces of thick, stiff, dry, hide have the passing appearance of relics from a medieval fortress siege.  They are my dad’s “tab” (finger-guard) and “bracer” (arm-guard), from his practice of archery , which my parents had taken up some … Continue reading

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