Posts Tagged ‘Loughborough’

NEW EDITION — When Phones Were Immobile and Lived in Red Boxes is now available

December 29, 2009

Queuing to phone at the corner telephone box!

When Phones Were Immobile and Lived in RED BOXES — ISBN 978-0-9548885-8-9
Now available in Ulverston at the Tinners Rabbit Bookshop, The Novel Cafe, The Corner Bookshop in the Market Hall. Also in Barrow-in-Furness at Heath’s Books and Stationers.
May be purchased on-line (signed if required) at Magpies Nest Publishing or order from any good bookshop (don’t forget ISBN number)
£7.50 – includes P&P if ordered direct from publisher. (UK)

Chapter One — School-days:
sewage, sex, sport and school dinners.
Chapter Two — No NHS.
Chapter Three — Of God and Bananas.
Chapter Four — Of war and play.
Chapter Five — Innocent youth or just plain daft?
Chapter Six — Family affairs.
Chapter Seven — I want to be a designer.
Chapter Eight — Moving on to where I started!
Chapter Nine — Boys!
Chapter Ten — You shall go to the ball.
Conclusion — The beginning of the new.
Chapter Eleven — On the move.
Chapter Twelve — Babies !
Chapter Thirteen — Education and all that.
Chapter Fourteen — Practice makes perfect?

This book, enjoyed by young and old – and all those in between – gets passed around whole families — sometimes getting as far as Canada, the USA and Australia!
Excellent reviews. Go to Magpies Nest Publishing for more information and chapters to read.

New Header for tired eyes!

July 26, 2009

Thought I would have a change of header. Something more solid. This oil painting has come out a bit dark but no matter — it is different to what was here before — twiggy trees with a rainbow just peeking through.
I painted this picture years ago. We lived in Loughborough at the time. It is the view from where we lived — Priory Road. Anyone coming from that part of Leicestershire will recognise The Beacon, a place to walk and relax. Actually, on one occasion, one of our lads — quite young at the time and a bit of an adventurer — walked off and we were at our wits end to find him. As usual, he showed surprise that we were concerned.
Still in the infant school, he was a young entrepreneur. We heard he had gone to all the houses on our small estate selling his comics. On another occasion, he went round knocking on doors offering to take back empty (glass) bottles to the shop. (He collected tuppence for each bottle). He also regularly searched ditches looking for potential loot — scrap iron etc — which would earn more pennies. Anything of value would be taken to the Police Station.
Because he was slow to learn how to read, the Infant School Head told us that he was not academic but good with his hands. Actually, he was dyslexic but such a condition was not recognised then.
I am pleased to say the school was wrong. Our son made it to University with a degree in Engineering. But they were right about being good with his hands. Using hands and brain, there are few things he cannot do. He has now mostly compensated for his dyslexia. And so it is with many children of that era.
And today?
How many children have been written off at school? Boredom is often the cause.