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The Book written by BB
continued
It was always the case that his brother Ron,had laid out and had lit the evening fire,and he soon disappeared out the back door to meet up with his pals in the local neighborhood street gang. They ruled and defended the Wensum Park,and bomb sites along the entire Drayton Road , leading to the iron spikes of Mile Cross bridge. They the local boys that were, were a community set apart from any other. Even the local Teds avoided contact with the Mile Cross Boys of 1955, it sure was a gritty time of life. As you might have realised my big brother Ron,well over the age of 10, whom i write of was born in the early part of 1945.
Back to the home upon Shorncliffe Avenue, where the thick book lay upon the stairs. Soon there were hot coals in the fireplace fit enough to toast any bread crusty brown ,or keep any King at peaceful ease while warming his woolly socks!
Turning his gaze ever forwards the boy studied the front and back cover of the library book,but could not read its title, however the man walking along the sea shore while wearing fur garments and carrying two guns did so stir up his curious natured imagination. So perhaps his Mom,would enlighten him by reading some contents from the large book? As the mantle piece clock chimed out the quarter past six,it saw the little fellow already with blunt hard pressed pencil to hand,drawing his version of that man upon that beach. A curious thing indeed to view because of his concentrated tiny tip of his tongue being well employed between his front teeth,and his keen as mustard quick glances at the complicated picture. However soon his happy wax crayon was employed to complete the smudge!
A master piece!
6.45 pm arrived and so did the crammed to full red double decker 88 Bus carrying his Mom. An ordeal for the boy in all weathers to meet his mother upon her daily return from her working life in the City of Norwich. Always he helped carry the brown paper bags of take away home food from her workplace! Grace Liddy, was a washer up in a cake come restaurant nestled in the Back of the Inns in Norwich,near the old Norman castle standing tall and proud upon its grassy giant earthen mound.
The two of them quick paced headed for home 5 minutes away.
The weather having abated for a short while from chucking down entire rivers upon all those unlucky heads that had happened to be below it , had dried its self with a good strong wringing out! The boys coat could certainly testify to that, if only it could.
After Tea,while the radio drifted in and out of song, his Mom,read the Title of the book,and then opened it up.
The first book,never forgotten.
It must be said that the book was never returned to the Library, it the entire building being burnt down to grey ashes and was blown away upon such a stormy wind.
So what happened next?
The book was hidden in a secret place beneath the loose floor board in the boys bedroom.
Look at that?
Its a Tigger
and he's the only one.
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I'm not surprised at anything that happens here.
Me too.
i need to get shelves a lifting up and out as if they were lofty sails.
Until the next one, take care,stay safe and yes help others if you can. BB