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#1955
Outside the Duke of Wellington you waited for me clutching your doll close against you. I met you there by the metal railway bridge nearly opposite the coal wharf. I met you in the grocer shop that morning while we were shopping for our mothers and arranged going to the herbalist shop. "Sarsaparilla makes blood" I told you. "Does it?" You said. "So Jim told me" I informed. "So if I drink a pint will it make a pint of blood?" You asked. "Guess so" I said "going by what Jim said." We walked up the road behind the cinema. We passed a ***** sitting by the side of the road smoking. You were nervous and stared at him through your thick lenses glasses. We came out on to the New Kent Road. The road was busy with mid-morning traffic so we went down the subway. "Got money?" I said. "Got 1/-" you said opening your palm. "That be enough?" I nodded. "Plenty enough" I replied. We walked down the road by the train station and went past the entrance. "Have I got enough for liquorice sticks too?" You asked. " Plenty" I said. We crossed the road to the herbalist shop on the corner and went in. We bought liquorice sticks and two glasses of saraprilla and gave the man our money. We stood by the window looking out pretending we were drinking stout.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
Off with Helen 1955
You walked the bomb site with Benny, he was relating about some gunslinger he'd seen at the flicks and how the gunslinger had his guns different from other gunslingers he'd seen, with guns back to front so that he had to cross his hands over to reach guns from different holsters. You listened as you often did to his talk on guns and gunslingers and cowboy films he'd seen. He bent down and picked up a stone for his catapult which he had in the back pocket of his jeans. You told him about your young brother and how your mother wanted you to hold him steady while she changed his ***** and how he kicked his legs, and how hard it was to hold him there, and your mother saying: Hold him steady while I get his clean ***** on. Benny weighed the stone in the palm of his hand, then put it in his pocket. So did you managed to hold him? Benny said. You looked past him as a copper walked towards you both. Copper, you said. Benny turned and stood beside you. What are you doing here? the copper said. Looking for ammunition, Benny said. Ammunition? the copper said. Stones for my catapult, Benny said. Bomb sites are dangerous places, so clear off, the copper said. You stared nervously at the copper. But I need stones, Benny said. I don't care if you are looking for the Crown Jewels, the copper said, sling your hook. You followed Benny off the bomb site into Meadow Row. The copper stood watching you, hands at his sides. Let's go to the other bomb site, Benny said, up off the other side of the Square. You looked back at the copper still standing there. ©
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
Helen and Benny and the Bomb site 1955.
You walked the bomb site with Benny, he was relating about some gunslinger he'd seen at the flicks and how the gunslinger had his guns different from other gunslingers he'd seen, with guns back to front so that he had to cross his hands over to reach guns from different holsters. You listened as you often did to his talk on guns and gunslingers and cowboy films he'd seen. He bent down and picked up a stone for his catapult which he had in the back pocket of his jeans. You told him about your young brother and how your mother wanted you to hold him steady while she changed his ***** and how he kicked his legs, and how hard it was to hold him there, and your mother saying: Hold him steady while I get his clean ***** on. Benny weighed the stone in the palm of his hand, then put it in his pocket. So did you managed to hold him? Benny said. You looked past him as a copper walked towards you both. Copper, you said. Benny turned and stood beside you. What are you doing here? the copper said. Looking for ammunition, Benny said. Ammunition? the copper said. Stones for my catapult, Benny said. Bomb sites are dangerous places, so clear off, the copper said. You stared nervously at the copper. But I need stones, Benny said. I don't care if you are looking for the Crown Jewels, the copper said, sling your hook. You followed Benny off the bomb site into Meadow Row. The copper stood watching you, hands at his sides. Let's go to the other bomb site, Benny said, up off the other side of the Square. You looked back at the copper still standing there. ©
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Helen was in the sandpit making sandcastles with the ***** yellow sand. Benedict was sitting on the low wall staring into space. Buckley said girls didn't have the same as boys; said his sister hadn't when he saw her bath time. Aren't you going to make sandcastles? Helen said. He looked at her and her sandy hands. Guess I can, he said, getting down from the wall. She offered him a small blue ***** and small bucket. Wonder if they have? Buckley could have been telling fibs. I have made three sandcastles, she said, the sand is damp after yesterday's rain. He shovelled sand into the bucket. A woman with her daughter was in the sandpit making sandcastles. He looked at her. He wondered if she. Don't trust Buckley. That time he said he saw his parents playing games when he went to their room for a glass of water one night. Benedict made two sandcastles and joined them up to Helen's three. Our big castle, she said excitedly. Girls must have he mused moodily.
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Making Sandcastles 1955
Helen brought me small round stones for my catapult from the bomb site off Meadow Row. She brought them captured in her small pink hands. Can I try your catapult? She asked. Sure you can I replied handing her the weapon and showing how to load and shoot. She aimed along her   narrow arm and the Y at the end and let go and watched the stone whizz away fly past a tin can and disappear amongst debris and weeds. Try again I said. She tried again and missed the can but almost winged a pigeon in its flight. On her final attempt she missed the can and pigeon and hit nothing but infinity.
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
Helen and Catapult 1955.
I was with Helen on the bomb site on Harper Road. I was practising drawing my toy gun from the left hand holster as I’d seen Billy the Kid do in the film. I was better with my right but I did it but slower. Why do you need to have a gun both sides? Helen said. So I can shoot two bad guys instead of one I said. She watched me patiently I drew my left hand gun again and again until I was happy I was quite quick. I showed her around the bomb site there was a bombed out butcher's shop and we got in the back door (which had been busted open by someone). I showed her around careful of the stairs they're a bit fragile I said as we climbed the shaky staircase. Upstairs there was a hole in the roof and we could see the sky we went to the window avoiding walking on the center of the room (we walked around the sides) and looked out the window on Harper Road. I got caught here the other week with other kids and a Rozzer told me off I said. Rozzer? she said. A policeman I said. O I would hate that she said. Don't worry I will keep an eye out I said. We looked around then came out the back way. We went to the 1d shop and bought two bottles of 1d drinks and sherbet dips and walked back to Rockingham Street and we began to drink and eat.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
SATURDAY FUN 1955
And I told 'er your old man don't go round 'er place for nothink he must be up ta somethink the woman said. Benny’s mother did not reply but nodded as in agreement. His mother never dropped her H's and her vowels were rounded giving the impression of upmarket or posh sounding. Stands ta reason I told 'er can't trust men as far as you can throw 'em. Benny stood behind his mother gazing at the cakes on display in the glass case shelf after shelf of them. His mouth watered at the ones at the bottom with shredded coconut on top. He wondered if he could persuade his mother to buy him a coconut cake only 4d for Christ’s-sake. But he never asked he understood that things were tight and it was only right she spend her money wisely. But still his mouth watered. But will she listen? the woman continued not on your belly goes all off with me only doing it for your sake I says to 'er. His mother nodded looked at the woman kindly but with a sense of stiffness or aloofness Benny thought. Once the old girl had gone and the shopping bought Benny’s dream of cake or cakes came to nought.
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Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
CAME TO NOUGHT 1955.
Helen fell over in the park and cut her hand. I took her to the first aid lady in the little hut at the park entrance. How did you do it? I feel off the swing. She dab the cut with yellow stinky stuff. Helen winced ******* up her face. Who is he ? She said looking at me. He's my friend Benny Helen said. Didn't push her off I suppose? No he didn't Helen said I fell. Why would I push her off? she's my friend I said. You never know what kids'll do around here the woman said gazing at me sternly. After dabbing the cut clean she wrapped a bandaged around it and stuck it down with pink plaster. That should keep it clean best show your mother when you get home the woman said now shoo I have other things to do. We walked out the hut. Helen looking at her bandaged hand. Shall we go home now? she said. Sure if you like I said. We walked out the park and along Bath Terrace. Helen said Mrs Knight's new kitten tried to escape but it had crept into Helen's parent's flat and they took it back. When we got to Helen's flat she showed her mother the bandaged hand and explained what happened. Her mother said good boy Benny and gave me a glass of lemonade and a biscuit or two. What else was a 7 year old boy to do?
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
WOUND AND REWARD 1955
Helen said the woman in the flat above hers (Mrs Knight) had a new kitten to replace the one that got run over   on the road. It was a tabby and when Mrs Knight lets it out it rubs against my legs Helen said. I can show when you come round next time. We walked to Jail Park went on the swings. I'm going to get a kitten when I'm older she said a tabby like Mrs Knight. We rode the swings high rising up into the morning air. I pretended I was in a Spitfire shooting down German warplanes tat-a-tat-tat I went. Helen talked on about how the kitten drinks the milk she puts out on a saucer but too often or it'll want to live with us she said. I shot down half a dozen warplanes the invisible pilots falling dead.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
KITTEN AND WARZONES 1955
Benny Coles looked past the bomb site at the road beyond. Cars, buses and lorries went past almost without stop . To his right the bomb site reached to the railway arches boarded up and the railway above where steam trains went by frequently. To his left the bomb site reached to Meadow Row, with the green grocer shop on the corner of narrow Arch Street, with the public house on the opposite corner. Behind him was the back of the coal wharf where lorries and horse-drawn wagons waited to be filled with black sacks of coal or coke. Benny stood, hands in the pockets of his blue jeans, wearing his white open neck shirt, his coloured patterned sleeveless jumper . His terrain, his manor, as far as his hazel seven year old eyes could see. His uncle Freddie talked of his manor and who did what and when. Uncle Freddie was a tall, lean man with a steady unblinking stare, or so it seemed to Benny whenever his uncle talked to him. Need to know what's going on in your manor, Uncle said, puffing on his cigarette, eyeing Benny, taking in his brown hair, with a quiff, and those hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle. Benny liked it when his uncle talked of the War. About being in Monty's mob in North Africa fighting Jerry. Who this Jerry was Benny was unsure, but it was exciting to listen to what his uncle said. Benny took out his catapult from the back pocket of his jeans and picking up a small stone from the bomb site placed the stone in the pouch and aimed at a pigeon over the way. He released the pouch and the stone whizzed through the air, but missed the pigeon which took off in fright, and hit the old wooden door of one of the railway arches. He had aimed at a rat one time which he saw in one of the ruins of a bombed out house, but he missed and the rat ran off back inside the ruins out of sight. He liked the bomb site. He liked to imagine who lived there before the bombs fell, what they were doing before the War. On some walls of the bombed out houses there was still wallpaper and on one wall he saw a picture frame still hanging, although the roof and one wall were missing. Later he would go to see if his friend Helen was allowed out. A plumpish girl, aged seven, with wire-framed spectacles with thick lens which made her eyes large like cow's eyes, and dark brown hair tied in two bunches. He bent down and chose another small stone, and put it the pouch of the catapult, and aimed at an old tin can sitting on a large boulder over by the arches. He pulled back the pouch and let it go. The stone whizzed through the air and knocked the tin can off with a clatter. He put the catapult away in his back pocket and walked back towards Meadow Row. He'd have some lunch at home, then go to see if Helen was going out. He walked past the public house, a piano was playing, and through an open door he saw an old man sitting at the bar with a glass of beer and smoking a pipe. A barmaid was standing there, a cigarette between her red lips, her blonde hair piled up on her head like a beehive. Benny walked on down Meadow Row, passing houses on both sides, the cobbled road was shining where rain had fallen that morning. He crossed Rockingham Street, looking both ways to make sure nothing was coming. He walked up the slope to the Square, and along by the pram sheds, walked past the baker with his horse-drawn cart, and along and up the concrete stairs to the flat where he lived with his parents and siblings, and the budgie named Billy. He stopped outside the front door and peered over the balcony and the view beyond. His manor, his terrain. The sky looked dull which promised thunder and a downpour of rain
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
NOTHING ELSE MATTERED 1955. (PROSE POEM)
Benny Coles looked past the bomb site at the road beyond. Cars, buses and lorries went past almost without stop . To his right the bomb site reached to the railway arches boarded up and the railway above where steam trains went by frequently. To his left the bomb site reached to Meadow Row, with the green grocer shop on the corner of narrow Arch Street, with the public house on the opposite corner. Behind him was the back of the coal wharf where lorries and horse-drawn wagons waited to be filled with black sacks of coal or coke. Benny stood, hands in the pockets of his blue jeans, wearing his white open neck shirt, his coloured patterned sleeveless jumper . His terrain, his manor, as far as his hazel seven year old eyes could see. His uncle Freddie talked of his manor and who did what and when. Uncle Freddie was a tall, lean man with a steady unblinking stare, or so it seemed to Benny whenever his uncle talked to him. Need to know what's going on in your manor, Uncle said, puffing on his cigarette, eyeing Benny, taking in his brown hair, with a quiff, and those hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle. Benny liked it when his uncle talked of the War. About being in Monty's mob in North Africa fighting Jerry. Who this Jerry was Benny was unsure, but it was exciting to listen to what his uncle said. Benny took out his catapult from the back pocket of his jeans and picking up a small stone from the bomb site placed the stone in the pouch and aimed at a pigeon over the way. He released the pouch and the stone whizzed through the air, but missed the pigeon which took off in fright, and hit the old wooden door of one of the railway arches. He had aimed at a rat one time which he saw in one of the ruins of a bombed out house, but he missed and the rat ran off back inside the ruins out of sight. He liked the bomb site. He liked to imagine who lived there before the bombs fell, what they were doing before the War. On some walls of the bombed out houses there was still wallpaper and on one wall he saw a picture frame still hanging, although the roof and one wall were missing. Later he would go to see if his friend Helen was allowed out. A plumpish girl, aged seven, with wire-framed spectacles with thick lens which made her eyes large like cow's eyes, and dark brown hair tied in two bunches. He bent down and chose another small stone, and put it the pouch of the catapult, and aimed at an old tin can sitting on a large boulder over by the arches. He pulled back the pouch and let it go. The stone whizzed through the air and knocked the tin can off with a clatter. He put the catapult away in his back pocket and walked back towards Meadow Row. He'd have some lunch at home, then go to see if Helen was going out. He walked past the public house, a piano was playing, and through an open door he saw an old man sitting at the bar with a glass of beer and smoking a pipe. A barmaid was standing there, a cigarette between her red lips, her blonde hair piled up on her head like a beehive. Benny walked on down Meadow Row, passing houses on both sides, the cobbled road was shining where rain had fallen that morning. He crossed Rockingham Street, looking both ways to make sure nothing was coming. He walked up the slope to the Square, and along by the pram sheds, walked past the baker with his horse-drawn cart, and along and up the concrete stairs to the flat where he lived with his parents and siblings, and the budgie named Billy. He stopped outside the front door and peered over the balcony and the view beyond. His manor, his terrain. The sky looked dull which promised thunder and a downpour of rain
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Helen showed me the conker she had found brown with a black area at one end she held it in her small pink hand. I picked it up weighed it in my hand. It was a good one I told her. She said she found it along St George's Road on the way home from school the day before. It was amongst others Benny she said but it seemed the best one. We walked through the Square to get my mother's shopping the conker in my pocket. Helen said her upstairs neighbour Mrs Knight had a new cat a kitten all black when Mrs Knight showed her the room behind her smelt of cats and old dinners. I bought the items on the shopping list my mother had given me with the coins wrapped up in it. I put the stuff in the shopping bag we went back to my parents' flat. I put the conker with others I had in my room. We went out again although the sky looked like rain.
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
THE NEW CONKER 1955.
A fight erupted in the playground two boys circling each other jabbing out punches now and then mostly wrestling of a sort then pushing apart to throw pathetic punches once again. I watched from the sideline within the crowd. The tall kid had the reach but missed more often than he hit. The tubby kid was slow but when he hit it struck hard because the tall kid winced saw it on his face. No girls came and watched they were too busy at other things to bother or they didn't like the sight of blood or roughness. My money (not that I had any) was on the tubby kid. Hit him Watts a voice said from the crowd. Then a voice said prefects! and the crowd dispersed like a Red Sea. The fighters merged with the crowd and there was nothing left to see.
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
BENNY FIGHT WATCHING 1955.
Benny showed me how to twirl a toy gun around my finger. I managed to do as he said although it fell off my finger a few times before I did it right. Mum said it isn't ladylike to twirl a gun around my finger but I like doing what Benny does. I like being Maid Marian to his Robin Hood or Mrs Earp to his Wyatt Earp. He showed me how to fire a catapult and knock a tin can off a wall. Mum wanted me to help her clean up my little brother as he kicked so while she changed his ***** I had to hold his little legs to stop him kicking and the smell was yuk. On Saturday Benny said we can go to the morning matinee and see films and cartoons. I'll have to ask Mum and see if she can afford for me to go. Benny said it's 6d. Mum looked tired when she said it was bedtime. I went to bed but couldn't get twirling a toy gun around my finger out of my head.
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
HELEN THE COWGIRL 1955.
Helen said Mrs Knight's cat had died got run over out on the road squashed up in the kerb. Helen showed me her face distraught tears in eyes. There it was a tabby cat dead and bloodied. Does Mrs Knight know? I said. Yes she's most upset Helen said she asked my dad if he could box it up and bury it outback in the small bit of garden no one uses and he said he would after his dinner. We watched the dead cat it seemed old and was probably in cat's heaven now I said to cheer her up. Do you think so Benny? she said. Sure it is I said. She seemed pleased and we walked off leaving the cat to Helen's dad to pick up and bury in the small bit of garden no one uses except other cats to **** in or wait for birds to catch. We walked under the railway bridge as a steam train steamed over and away. Poor kitty no more to play.
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
HELEN AND THE DEAD CAT 1955.
My old man was eating his dinner at the table by the window. I had eaten mine and was attempting to draw my toy six shooter from the holster on my right side as fast as I could. My mother was in the kitchen sorting wash. My sister was in the other room playing with her dolls. I draw out the gun and POW POW I shoot at the bad guys at the bar in the saloon then put my gun back in the holster. You could draw quicker if you tied a piece of string through the holster and tied it around your leg like they do in the films my old man says. Can you do it? I ask. Sure after I've eaten he says. I take out the gun and twirl it around my finger like I had seen it done at the movies and then shoot POW POW at the tall bad guy who was going to shoot me from the side. Last night I was Billy the Kid and was shot by Pat Garrett. Later I guess I'll be Jesse James and some **** while shoot me in the back.
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
BEING JESSE JAMES 1955.
Cogan compared his fists with mine his were larger with scarred skin. I compared his face to an ape he didn't smile but stared at me you want this? he said showing me his fist. Not today I have already eaten I said by reply. He smacked one fist into the palm of the other. Any time you fancy your chances he said I’ll be waiting for you after school. He thumped his palm again and walked away. I watched him go never hit a person with glasses on my mother always said but in Cogan case I’d make an exception if he bugged me to. Helen had been watching over by the wall of the playground. What did he want? she asked looking at me through her thick lens glasses. We were comparing fist sizes I said. Why do that? she said. He tried to throw his weight about but I wasn't having it I said. She looked scared what if he waits for you after school? He's said that before and he never waited or showed I replied. But he might this time she said biting her lower lip. Don't worry about him the big hunk I've watched Roy Rogers fight on the TV I said. What if he gets you before you can get him she said. The bell rang for the end of recess so we walked back into school and up the stairs to the classroom. Cogan was sitting at the back staring at me as I sat down. I gave him a nod as I turned around and smiled just to get him angry and get him wild.
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
GET HIM WILD 1955.
Benny held his conker from old string Derek aimed at it with his conker then brought his down with speed whacked Benny's conker in a wide arc twirling round Benny's hand has it spilt? Derek asked Benny looked at his brown conker no it's ok Benny said my go now Derek held his conker from new string Benny aimed and whacked it into two and it flew to the ground that was my fiftenner Derek said he picked up the pieces and walked off Benny watched him go off and put his conker in his pocket and walked back into school as the bell was ringing for lessons history with Mr Finn The Normans William the wild eyed Conqueror just like him.
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
BENNY THE CONQUEROR 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.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
GREY SATURDAY 1955.
Helen stared at the playground: what did Mr Finn mean about the Plaque of London? She asked me. It was an outbreak of the bubonic plague between 1665-6, I said. What's bubonic? she said. An infection I think, I said, Mr Finn said it was spread by fleas on rats. She looked at me how comes you hear things he says and I don't, she said. I love history and listen more I guess, I said. She looked at her hands through her thick lens glasses: I’m not clever, she said, history bores me. Never mind, I said, you must be good at something. Don't think I am, she said. You're good at needle work with Mrs Murphy, I said, I saw the thing you took home. She was silent for a few moment Mum said it was good, Helen said. It was, I said. She smiled: guess I am good at something, she said. The bell rang for the end of morning break. Right back to class, I said, geography now with Mr Good. She stopped smiling and pouted. We went back into school. I’ll never be clever, she said, always be a fool. You're good and pretty, I said. She smiled going red.
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
BENNY AND HELEN 1955.
And then went down for the bus (while 'twas in motion) as you'd seen your old man do and sat at the side as the clippie collected fares as she went, about 1955 year before Suez and year after Elvis recorded That's alright Mama and the 7th year of your outward voyage, our life is a luminous halo or so it seemed, conscious from the beginning unto the end or conscious of the end of the beginning, at the beginning the end of life or some such, Mr Finn tall and thin moustached talking of kings and castles in class dipping pen into the inkwell to scribe what he'd scribed on the blackboard, Helen peering at you through thick lens glasses her brown hair plaited in plaits her grey pinafore food stained, Finn on about keeps and drawbridges and moats and you drew what he said drew as your granddad had shown you draw from life he had said take from life draw what you see, the bus on its way the clippie clipping tickets a machine around her neck or shoulder, you thinking I'll be one of those when I get older.
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
BENNY'S BUS TRIP 1955.
You and Helen played Snap on the grass in front of Banks House, the cards landing on the grass where you tossed them in play. Snap! Helen said, two of the baker, Benny. You nodded and she took the cards from the grass. She had more cards than you now, and she seemed pleased, shuffling the cards in her small 7 year old hands. You shuffled yours in your 7 year old hands, your fingers nimble. You gazed at her as she sat there crossed legged, her hair plaited into two plaits, her thick lens glasses making her eyes large. She began and put down a card, you followed her, then her again. Over the way coal trucks were being loaded with coal, a few horse drawn wagons stood there also, the horses standing patiently, wearing nose bags. I'm going to the flicks this afternoon, you said, you want to come? She stopped and held the card in mid air. I'll ask Mum if I can go, Helen said, looking at you with her large eyes, what is the film about? You placed a card down. Cowboy film, should be good, you said. She looked at the cards on the grass, then back at you: I hope I can go, she said. Snap! You said, seeing two cards the same, distracted she looked at you saying: you've won the game.
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
WON THE GAME 1955.
Helen wanted to go to the fairground, but her mother only had a 1/- so I gave her some of the money my parents gave me, and we went on to the fairground which was on the Meadow Row bomb site. It was busy and noisy with bright lights. and she said: what shall we go on? How about the bumper cars? I said Will we be all right if with those big boys get on? They might crash into us, she said. Then we'll crash into them, I said. So she said ok and we got in one of the cars, and I paid the youth who came and took the money. Then we were off, and I was driving keeping an eye out for anyone coming our way, and trying to avoid crashing into anyone if I could help it, but it was nigh impossible not to crash. Two boys aimed for us bumped into us on purpose. Helen looked shocked, but I turned the wheel and went after them   and followed them, and just when they thought they were safe, I bumped into them from the rear and sent them forward with the bump. Helen looked apprehensive: what if they come after us again? She said. So what, I said, I am ready for them. Then another car bumped into us by some man and his daughter and he gave me a goofy smile, so I smiled back. Then we went off again trying to avoid getting bashed, but a car from our left came across and the two boys caught us from the side and shook us up then they were gone. I was going to go get them, but the cars began to slow down and the ride was over. Helen sat there gathering her thoughts, and I watched the two boys get out and walk off. You ok? I said to Helen. Yes, she said, that was good. I was pleased, but if the car had gone on longer, I'd have got those two boys if I could.
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
FAIRGROUND RIDE 1955.
Helen wanted to go to the fairground, but her mother only had a 1/- so I gave her some of the money my parents gave me, and we went on to the fairground which was on the Meadow Row bomb site. It was busy and noisy with bright lights. and she said: what shall we go on? How about the bumper cars? I said Will we be all right if with those big boys get on? They might crash into us, she said. Then we'll crash into them, I said. So she said ok and we got in one of the cars, and I paid the youth who came and took the money. Then we were off, and I was driving keeping an eye out for anyone coming our way, and trying to avoid crashing into anyone if I could help it, but it was nigh impossible not to crash. Two boys aimed for us bumped into us on purpose. Helen looked shocked, but I turned the wheel and went after them   and followed them, and just when they thought they were safe, I bumped into them from the rear and sent them forward with the bump. Helen looked apprehensive: what if they come after us again? She said. So what, I said, I am ready for them. Then another car bumped into us by some man and his daughter and he gave me a goofy smile, so I smiled back. Then we went off again trying to avoid getting bashed, but a car from our left came across and the two boys caught us from the side and shook us up then they were gone. I was going to go get them, but the cars began to slow down and the ride was over. Helen sat there gathering her thoughts, and I watched the two boys get out and walk off. You ok? I said to Helen. Yes, she said, that was good. I was pleased, but if the car had gone on longer, I'd have got those two boys if I could.
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It was a cold morning and I called in at Helen's place to walk to school with her but she wasn't ready so her mum said to stand by the fire and wait Helen was finishing off her breakfast we overslept she said and Dad had to rush off without breakfast and I had to help Mum get the kids up and I dressed in the cold and rushed to get warm but still I am late don't worry I said it's only school the warmth from the fire warmed me and I stood listening to the radio playing some music and Helen's brother and sister were sitting there eating their breakfast slowly get ready come on now get a long Benny doesn't want to be late for school Helen's mum said   Helen finished her breakfast and went to get her coat and hat and I stood rubbing my hands in front of the fire before venturing out in the cold again sorry about this Benny her mum said we overslept not like us at all but there you go these things happen and she went off to the kitchen again and Helen came in her coat and hat and her thick lens glasses and off we went her mum kissed her cheek goodbye   and we went out in the cold air again and I shoved my hands in my trouser pockets and we walked off to school but I could think of a hundred better things than this to do but we walked on along Rockingham Street in cold shoes and on cold feet.
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 3:35 AM UTC
COLD DAY TO SCHOOL 1955.
Helen and I were sitting on the grass in front of Banks House it was a Sunday morning bright and warm she had her hair in 2 plaits and her thick lens glasses enlarged her eyes which were peering at me so he shot you? she said looking concerned yes the creep shot me in the back while I wasn't looking I said so who was it again? she said Pat Garrett he's sheriff or something like that I said and you were Billy the Kid? she said flicking one of her plaits of hair behind her shoulder yes but I had a good life while I did I said she nodded I saw him in a film at the flicks I said Robert Taylor was him in it my old man took me she looked at the 6 shooter gun in my holster on the grass how many guns have you got? she asked I have 3 I said and a rifle sometimes I have 2 guns on me in holster sometime I have 1 why 2? she said so I can shoot 2 bad guys at once or if I'm the baddie then 2 marshals she frowned which do you like best to be? she said I like playing Wyatt Earp if I'm a good guy or Billy the Kid if I'm a bad guy she passed me a sherbet lemon sweet from a white paper bag and I ****** it she talked of her doll Battered Betty who lost an arm when her little brother smashed her against a wall but her dad fixed it and it has 2 arms now again I picked up my 6 shooter and took it out of the holster and began to polish it she talked on about her dolls' shoes white ones but one had gone missing and she thought her brother may have stolen it I ****** another sherbet lemon cleaning my gun part of my Sunday morning fun.
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
SUNDAY MORNING FUN 1955.
Helen and I were sitting on the grass in front of Banks House it was a Sunday morning bright and warm she had her hair in 2 plaits and her thick lens glasses enlarged her eyes which were peering at me so he shot you? she said looking concerned yes the creep shot me in the back while I wasn't looking I said so who was it again? she said Pat Garrett he's sheriff or something like that I said and you were Billy the Kid? she said flicking one of her plaits of hair behind her shoulder yes but I had a good life while I did I said she nodded I saw him in a film at the flicks I said Robert Taylor was him in it my old man took me she looked at the 6 shooter gun in my holster on the grass how many guns have you got? she asked I have 3 I said and a rifle sometimes I have 2 guns on me in holster sometime I have 1 why 2? she said so I can shoot 2 bad guys at once or if I'm the baddie then 2 marshals she frowned which do you like best to be? she said I like playing Wyatt Earp if I'm a good guy or Billy the Kid if I'm a bad guy she passed me a sherbet lemon sweet from a white paper bag and I ****** it she talked of her doll Battered Betty who lost an arm when her little brother smashed her against a wall but her dad fixed it and it has 2 arms now again I picked up my 6 shooter and took it out of the holster and began to polish it she talked on about her dolls' shoes white ones but one had gone missing and she thought her brother may have stolen it I ****** another sherbet lemon cleaning my gun part of my Sunday morning fun.
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They stood inside Baldwin's herbalist shop looking around at the various jars and bottles on the side and shelves going up high Helen looked to see if Benny's arm had stopped its imaginary bleeding it had so she removed her girls' handkerchief from his arm it's stopped she said stopped bleeding he looked at his arm where Jessie James had shot him in the gunfight on Meadow Row bomb site so it has he said rubbing at the pretend wound how can I help you youngsters? the man said at the counter gazing at them can we have two glasses of sarsaparilla please Helen said to make some blood as Benny here was wounded by Jessie James in a gunfight off Meadow Row bomb site or it could have been Frank James Benny said I couldn't be sure in the shoot out the man nodded and smiled and went and got two glasses of sarsaparilla and brought it to them Benny paid the man the coins from his jeans' pocket and they stood by the window and peered out as they sipped the drinks other people came in and were served some wanting other things than sarsaparilla what are you doing afterwards? Helen asked might go to Jail Park on the swings he said can I come too? she said of course he said if you want to they sipped their drinks in silence then she said Betty's arm's broke it came out of the socket thingy how'd that happen? Benny said she looked at the other people in the shop my brother did it swung Betty around by her arm and she hit a wall and the arm came out she said Benny looked at her shall I try to mend it? he said no Mum said she'd do it or get Dad to do it when he comes home from work but she told my brother off for breaking my doll's arm Helen said seriously Benny looked at her standing there in her thick lens spectacles and her large eyes gazing at him and her white blouse and red skirt (slightly stained) so they drank their drinks and left but the other people in the shop talked together and remained.
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
SARSAPARILLA AND ARM WOUNDS 1955.
They stood inside Baldwin's herbalist shop looking around at the various jars and bottles on the side and shelves going up high Helen looked to see if Benny's arm had stopped its imaginary bleeding it had so she removed her girls' handkerchief from his arm it's stopped she said stopped bleeding he looked at his arm where Jessie James had shot him in the gunfight on Meadow Row bomb site so it has he said rubbing at the pretend wound how can I help you youngsters? the man said at the counter gazing at them can we have two glasses of sarsaparilla please Helen said to make some blood as Benny here was wounded by Jessie James in a gunfight off Meadow Row bomb site or it could have been Frank James Benny said I couldn't be sure in the shoot out the man nodded and smiled and went and got two glasses of sarsaparilla and brought it to them Benny paid the man the coins from his jeans' pocket and they stood by the window and peered out as they sipped the drinks other people came in and were served some wanting other things than sarsaparilla what are you doing afterwards? Helen asked might go to Jail Park on the swings he said can I come too? she said of course he said if you want to they sipped their drinks in silence then she said Betty's arm's broke it came out of the socket thingy how'd that happen? Benny said she looked at the other people in the shop my brother did it swung Betty around by her arm and she hit a wall and the arm came out she said Benny looked at her shall I try to mend it? he said no Mum said she'd do it or get Dad to do it when he comes home from work but she told my brother off for breaking my doll's arm Helen said seriously Benny looked at her standing there in her thick lens spectacles and her large eyes gazing at him and her white blouse and red skirt (slightly stained) so they drank their drinks and left but the other people in the shop talked together and remained.
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Helen climbed the concrete stairs to Benny's flat where his mother answered and Helen said is Benny home? no he's out Helen his mother said out where? Helen said he went out with his six-shooter and cowboy hat so he's maybe on a bomb site try the one up Meadow Row he's often there his mother said Helen nodded and said thank you and walked down the stairs and across the Square and down the slope across Rockingham Street and up along Meadow Row she'd not brought her doll Battered Betty as her brother had torn off an arm in play and it needed mending when she came to the greengrocer shop on Arch Street she walked along to view the bomb site and putting a hand over her eyebrows to block out the morning sun she gazed at the huge bomb site anxiously(she didn't like bomb sites alone) she saw him over by the railway bridge firing his six-shooter at an imaginary enemy she called out to him and walked across the rough ground of the bomb site towards him he stopped firing and put his six-shooter away in an holster with a twirl of fingers been looking for you she said your mum said you might be here Benny pushed back his cowboy hat to the back of his head his quiff of hair standing up had a gunfight planned here so had to leave early he said gunfight she said with who? she looked around at invisible enemies Frank and Jessie James he said and their gang of course she looked in the direction he pointed and nodded need any help from me? she said looking at Benny through her thick lens spectacles no I shot them both and the gang fled he said did you get shot? she asked only in the arm he said pointing at his left arm she looked at his 7 year old arm but didn't see a wound or blood but pretended looks bad she said maybe I should put an handkerchief around it ok if you like he said she fiddled in her skirt pocket and brought out a small girl's handkerchief and tied it around his arm and tied a knot is that better? she said yes it is he said didn't want to bleed to death no she said and they walked off across the bomb site let's go to Baldwin's the herbalist shop and get some sarsaparilla to make more blood he said and she looked at his arm and saw imaginary blood all red.
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
GUNFIGHT AT THE BOMB SITE 1955
Helen climbed the concrete stairs to Benny's flat where his mother answered and Helen said is Benny home? no he's out Helen his mother said out where? Helen said he went out with his six-shooter and cowboy hat so he's maybe on a bomb site try the one up Meadow Row he's often there his mother said Helen nodded and said thank you and walked down the stairs and across the Square and down the slope across Rockingham Street and up along Meadow Row she'd not brought her doll Battered Betty as her brother had torn off an arm in play and it needed mending when she came to the greengrocer shop on Arch Street she walked along to view the bomb site and putting a hand over her eyebrows to block out the morning sun she gazed at the huge bomb site anxiously(she didn't like bomb sites alone) she saw him over by the railway bridge firing his six-shooter at an imaginary enemy she called out to him and walked across the rough ground of the bomb site towards him he stopped firing and put his six-shooter away in an holster with a twirl of fingers been looking for you she said your mum said you might be here Benny pushed back his cowboy hat to the back of his head his quiff of hair standing up had a gunfight planned here so had to leave early he said gunfight she said with who? she looked around at invisible enemies Frank and Jessie James he said and their gang of course she looked in the direction he pointed and nodded need any help from me? she said looking at Benny through her thick lens spectacles no I shot them both and the gang fled he said did you get shot? she asked only in the arm he said pointing at his left arm she looked at his 7 year old arm but didn't see a wound or blood but pretended looks bad she said maybe I should put an handkerchief around it ok if you like he said she fiddled in her skirt pocket and brought out a small girl's handkerchief and tied it around his arm and tied a knot is that better? she said yes it is he said didn't want to bleed to death no she said and they walked off across the bomb site let's go to Baldwin's the herbalist shop and get some sarsaparilla to make more blood he said and she looked at his arm and saw imaginary blood all red.
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