A Message to the Children – Lesson Eight – MY HOLIDAYS

MY HOLIDAYS Waterside was a caravan park by a rocky cove. The railway line ran next to it, taking trains to Paignton and Torquay. At the age of eight I sat on the grassy embankment and watched the Great Western … Continue reading

A MESSAGE TO THE CHILDREN – LESSON SEVEN – LITTLE JIMMY’S XMAS

LITTLE JIMMY’S CHRISTMAS Auntie Lottie suffers from deafness, senility and badly fitting false teeth. She’s a relative of Auntie Winnie, my Uncle Fred’s wife, and already a million years old when Little Jimmy is born. I only ever see her … Continue reading

A MESSAGE TO THE CHILDREN – LESSON SIX – GENTS AND GYPSIES

GENTS AND GYPSIES Uncle Joe Wright kept a seven feet high luminous Frankenstein in his kitchen.   Uncle Joe Williams wore a flying helmet and drove a motorcycle and sidecar. Uncle Joe Burton looked like Goebbels.   Joe Wright was Nellie’s … Continue reading

AMESSAGE TO THE CHILDREN – LESSON FIVE -THE LAST VICTORIAN

THE LAST VICTORIAN My childhood was spent in a Victorian world of slums: of mill chimneys, cobbled streets, gas lamps and yellow smogs. This wasn’t true for all my contemporaries in nineteen fifties Oldham. The Coppice, for example, was the … Continue reading

“A MESSAGE TO THE CHILDREN” A GUIDE TO WRITING AUTOBIOGRAPHY. LESSON FOUR – THE LAST COWBOY IN WREXHAM

LESSON FOUR – THE LAST COWBOY IN WREXHAM Hughie Williams was an Indian fighter. He and his drinking pal, my Uncle Denis, killed the last one in Wrexham, in the summer of 1954, one morning shortly before breakfast, while Little … Continue reading