WORDS ON WEDNESDAY
WORDS ON WEDNESDAY
STARS.
RAIN.
SMELL.
BLOOD.
MOON.
SHADOWS.
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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STARS.
RAIN.
SMELL.
BLOOD.
MOON.
SHADOWS.
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. .
Vest .... daily gaggle .com.
Comments
world is since beginning a hard place to live and becoming even harder but if you remove these hardships from the caves of life what you see is a flat boring existence which flow which like a mortar in space going on and on meaninglessly with no direction until it get one to define the worth and true meaning of it's being
My mum was a 1926 baby, but born in Germany so I don't know what day it was, only the date.