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. .
Vest .... daily gaggle .com.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Being a right Tosser Helps
Winning the Toss when playing cricket is giving you the edge over your opponent some say at least fifty runs on the board. and the presen...
-
In future ALL posts on this Site will have a section to be known as 'OPEN FORUM. this is to be introduced as from now and a reminder of ...
-
Every year Australians eat around 13 kilograms of fish per person. And if health authorities had their way, we'd be eating even more. Bu...
-
If you dunno what girt by sea means sport you dun Qualify. Regarding Our National Anthem I am sorry, but after hearing they want to sing th...
11 comments:
amazingly written post.
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
baili. I was a Friday child, with Far To Go. which was near the truth, Thanks for your comment.
I'm glad you survived to be able to tell us these tales.
My mum was a 1926 baby, but born in Germany so I don't know what day it was, only the date.
A lovely story. And, like River, I am glad you survived to tell the tale.
I recognise the paragraph even if it is not a direct quote. Hackney is super trendy now.
Andrew. But of course you would, but the switch was in order to accommodate the six key words. Thanks for calling.
River. I would appreciate a brief history of your parentage and yourself. Thanks for calling.
Elephants Child. It is so pleasing to know there are people who realise I have some worth. Thank you.
Great job with Words For Wednesday. You had an amazing birth and love all the true and interesting stories you share on your blog.
Granny Annie. Good morning nice person, thankyou for your kind appreciation of my efforts.
River. In todays Sydney Telegraph is a pic of Mariah Carey wearing FISH NET STOCKINGS. Gotcha.
Post a Comment