MY STORY 4 School Days-Infants

goldsongbird By goldsongbird, 10th Jul 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/2d332qs3/
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Popping bubbles in the Tarmac is great fun ,who needs toys.

Meeting Dorothy and becomming a Duchess



It was the school holidays; I had been home from evacuation for two weeks and pleaded with my Mum to let me go out. Over those two weeks Mum had taken Malcolm and I to the local park and picnic in Kew Gardens, (which is still my favourite place). I was dressed in a maroon herringbone, fitted coat with velvet collar, bought at the local market. Black shoes, white socks and wearing a red beret. Mum said that there was a little girl living in a flat where the stairs were and the flat was under the arch and I was to knock on her door and ask her out to play. I went down stairs to the flat ,the last step of the staircase bought me in line with the doorstep of the flat. I nervously stepped into the doorway and knocked on the door . I waited for a while then a girl about my age opened the door and I asked her if she would like to come out to play. She looked at me and she said, “Coo ain`t you posh”. This was the beginning of a long friendship with Dorothy who was six months older than me who always reminded of the fact when decisions had to be made in our young lives. The flats consisted of three blocks formed in a half moon shape and brick built `Air Raid` shelters ran along the back and behind the shelters were about six bungalows. This formed a large courtyard covered in tarmac and poles were erected and lines of rope were strung between each pole to enable the people who lived in the flats to dry their clothes. Can you imagine one small lady 4`10”(My Mum) carrying a basket full of washing having to walk down two flights of stairs to hang her washing out, it was not easy. Most of the time Mum used to hang small items of washing on the verander and the large items such as sheets and towels were taken to the bagwash (Items were put into a large bag and taken to the laundry). On this huge expanse of tarmac we used to play French Cricket, Rounders, Knock-Down-Ginger Hide&Seek. There were so many kids living in the flats that there was not time to be lonely but my life now and for the future was all brick and tarmac where once it used to be fields and trees. September 1945 I started in the infants school which was all red brick and tarmack. There were quite a few evacuees in the playground so I was not alone in feeling lost, also a little frightened of what was in store for us . Having met and played games with most of the children who came from the courts we stuck together .Dorothy being six months older than I, as she reminded me was at the `Big School` waiting for me to get there. We also had `Male` teachers, who smelt of tobacco. The summer was very hot and the tarmac which covered the courtyard when heated by the sun bubbled and us kids used to pop the bubbles.
.Mother was not very pleased when I used to get home covered in Tar. Imagine what my white socks looked like, and she made my legs sore trying to get the tar off of my skin. I had been home about four months. Starting a new school and learning the language of London (slang) was exciting but frightening. I soon found my way. As long as children are friendly towards each other they will play together. Most of the kids that I played with during the summer also were evacuees and about my age. In the September we were all put into the infants school until we were sorted by age and by the December we were allocated to our schools.
Dorothy was not evacuated she hid in the wardrobe and fell asleep so was over looked. One day Mother and I had a difference of opinion, in other words I answered her back. she called me to stand in front of her and as I stood nervously waiting for a smack she said, "I am the Queen of this castle, You can be the Duchess if you like",there was no smack.
That is how I became known as the Duchess. Can you imagine my shame when for the first time ` My Mum` leaned over the balcony and called “Duchess, your tea is ready,” the ribbing I got from my friends,I am sure Mum did it on purpose.( I blushed very easily in those days). Duchess is a nick name used by a lot of London street market folk and Mum`s family were market people from the East End. Duchess is now part of my advertising as a singer and I use it with pride. Mum is still with me. My birthday is in December so January 1946 I started the big school.

My Story 4

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Making Friends, Playing Games, Red Bricks And Tarmac

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author avatar goldsongbird
I was a singer at five years old and I am still a singer.My writings will be memories of a life lived.

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author avatar Tranquilpen
10th Jul 2011 (#)

Goldsongbird, what a marvelous stroll down memory lane, I could just see you standing there in your maroon herring-boned coat. can't wait to read part two. Thank you so much.

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author avatar goldsongbird
11th Jul 2011 (#)

Thank you so much.

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author avatar Songbird B
11th Jul 2011 (#)

What another great article this is my dear friend. Your descriptive quality is so good that I can almost feel I am standing there seeing you as that little girl... I am hanging onto your every word now, as is Andre, above...Can't wait till the next chapter! Great work, Goldsongbird...! \0/xxx

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author avatar goldsongbird
11th Jul 2011 (#)

Thank you for introducing me to Wilkinut.Need I say morexx

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author avatar Delicia Powers
11th Jul 2011 (#)

Wonderful memories, thank you goldensongbird beautiful work!

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author avatar goldsongbird
11th Jul 2011 (#)

I shall be on a high all day after these comments thank you.

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