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Helen and Benny walked over the bomb site off of Meadow Row. It was early Saturday morning and they were going to the morning matinee at the ABC cinema. My doll Battered Betty's arm has broken off, she said. How comes? Benny said. My brother swung it round and it broke off, she said. Can't your dad mend it? Benny said. He said will look at it; I hope he can; Betty's my best doll ever and I have had it since I was little, she said. They came off the bomb site and stood on the kerb watching traffic going past. Should have gone to the crossing, Helen said, be quicker. So they walked up to the crossing, and stood there, and the traffic stopped and they walked across to the other side, and walked past the fish and chip shop. I went there last night with my old man, Benny said, after we'd been to the cinema to see a Western film. You get out more than I do, Betty said, I haven't been to the cinema except for matinees for ages. Maybe next time I go with my old man I can ask if you can come, Benny said. O that would be good, Benny, if my parents allow me to, Helen said. They got to the cinema and there was a long queue of kids, so they joined it and waited. The traffic passed by, and a dull greyness hung in the morning sky.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
GREY SATURDAY 1955.
Helen and Benny walked over the bomb site off of Meadow Row. It was early Saturday morning and they were going to the morning matinee at the ABC cinema. My doll Battered Betty's arm has broken off, she said. How comes? Benny said. My brother swung it round and it broke off, she said. Can't your dad mend it? Benny said. He said will look at it; I hope he can; Betty's my best doll ever and I have had it since I was little, she said. They came off the bomb site and stood on the kerb watching traffic going past. Should have gone to the crossing, Helen said, be quicker. So they walked up to the crossing, and stood there, and the traffic stopped and they walked across to the other side, and walked past the fish and chip shop. I went there last night with my old man, Benny said, after we'd been to the cinema to see a Western film. You get out more than I do, Betty said, I haven't been to the cinema except for matinees for ages. Maybe next time I go with my old man I can ask if you can come, Benny said. O that would be good, Benny, if my parents allow me to, Helen said. They got to the cinema and there was a long queue of kids, so they joined it and waited. The traffic passed by, and a dull greyness hung in the morning sky.
KIDS IN LONDON IN 1955
#girl#boy#london#1955
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
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