WORDS ON WEDNESDAY
MY STORY , Hackney, London. England 1926.
There were no bright (STARS) to herald my arrival into this world on The Sixteenth day of July 1926, only claps of thunder and lightning and pouring (RAIN) which had disrupted the electric power and darkened the skies now devoid of the customary summer (MOON) (SHADOWS) and an expression of deep concern from my parents and the local midwife struggling in the candle light midst the (SMELL) of (BLOOD) hot water and sweat., Who wondered how they were going to support this new addition to the family on an already overstretched budget.
1926 was not a good year to enter the world. There was much political strife, coupled with industrial strikes, job shortages and a generally undernourished population, very few people escaped the deprivations that continued into the early nineteen thirties. However, I survived to tell the fable of my birthing which took place so many long years ago. .
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To advise that Vest (Les Bowyer) passed away this morning. Regards, Chris (Son).
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