This was his Bad-Ass of me.
I cant imagine Vest to be what he portrays, an asshole - perhaps a greedy overweight christian hog with pots of shekels - born to wealth and fed with the silver goblet is more to the truth, he is a mockery to poverty and hateful to religions mainly muslims and jews.a big man in his castle torture his many starving servent swhile he eats fine food and wine and beds many women to sate his sexual appitite. A..W U B's.
A New Beginning
John Leonard Spencer . 3
After saying goodbye to Granny Stephens, our family went .hop picking.
in Kent for a few weeks in the summer. Travelling to the hop fields in old
Lorries (trucks) was something I thoroughly enjoyed, along with the new
experience of clean, fresh country air and the great smell of the hops! No
wonder men like beer! The vines of the hops reached higher than my
mother.s head. Since I was encouraged to help, I would occasionally pick
the hops lower down.
The facilities at the campsite were very basic. Our sleeping quarters
consisted of clean mattresses filled with straw on wooden bunks. We
brought our own bedding, clothes, and cooking utensils. Children would
fish and swim in the nearby river. The smell of wood fires and cooking
our meals are things I will never forget.
Tough times called for desperate measures. After the winter and
another trip to the hop fields in Kent, my mother decided to stay with
elderly relatives at Folkestone in the county of Kent, who would provide
board and lodging in exchange for household duties. It was very hot on
the day we arrived and the walk into town seemed never ending. My
mother asked a woman at a posh house for water, and the lady was kind
enough to give us a meal as well.
We moved into a house not far from the beach, where the fishing
.boats. were propped up with poles. Most of the time, the fishermen
would give me a bucket of dabs (small flatfish), which we all enjoyed and
kept us on side with the elderly relatives.
Late in 1930, my mother asked me to look out the bedroom window.
She told me I was looking at the Airship R101. Remembering that
spectacular sighting, it saddens me to say that it was the first and only
occasion I would see it, as unfortunately the R101 crashed later in the
By late 1931, the whole country was in a depression. If food was
available, few could afford it. I was now five years plus. For some
unknown reason, we moved to the town of Dagenham in the county of
Kent near London to live with other Spencer relatives. I vividly recall the
cold winter and going to school for the first time.
I learned later that our mother became enamoured with an already spoken-
for male member of the Dagenham Spencers, which was
probably the reason our family was given our marching orders by an
A New Beginning
4 . Waving Goodbye to a Thousand Flies
irate female family member. The short stopover at the local workhouse
was as far down the social ladder as anyone could go.
My father.s brother rescued us from this disastrous situation. Uncle
Ted, a bachelor, was a serving member of the army who attained the rank
of captain after rising from the ranks, but unfortunately died in his fifties
from an alcohol-related problem. Our short period of residence with our
paternal grandmother was full of conflict. It was about this time that I
was hospitalised with diphtheria. Statistically, I was one of the few
survivors of this medical ailment.
Life went on until the bubble burst. My mother and relatives decided
it was time we were someone else.s responsibility. So, in early 1932, Saint
Barnado's Homes, Stepney, London EC1, accepted us.
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