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Penny

Came into our family, not long after Sheena had got to the Rainbow bridge.  Mom, Dad and myself, went to somewhere in Wolverhampton way, in our reliant robin, to see a litter of boxers.

It was a ‘bit of a  rough’  area we went to. I was so excited, but had to behave my self,and mind my P’s and Q’s. We were taken into the kitchen and there they all were. Loads of boxer puppies. WOW.  Which one would Mom and Dad pick. 

They all came rushing to the front of the small puppy box, apart from one. A little brindle bitch, who just stayed up the corner watching what was going on. Dad picked up a beautiful male one, he was going to be huge. He wanted him so much. Then mom, said I want that one. The little brindle bitch sat up the corner. She was the runt of the litter the man said. It didn’t matter what she was, Mom fell in love with her.

Her tail had been docked to short, and seemed so tiny compared to the others. Dad paid the money and off we went.

She lay inside mom’s cardigan, shivering and scared. she kept whimpering, and doing little sighs, I swear she has tears in her eyes.

Now, my sister didn’t know anything about us fetching a dog, as she was at a netball match. We had arranged between us what would happen when she came home. I would be in the back garden with the dog and Dad would tell her to go and get the washing up done. The kitchen window looked out on to the back garden.

When she arrived home, Dad was waiting in the hall for her. He had his stern voice on and told her to get  in the kitchen and do the washing up. I could hear all this in the garden, He was getting on at her, she was insisting it had been done. As she got near the sink, she looked up and saw me in the garden with the puppy. Her school bags went in the air, she ran as fast as she could to me and scooped the little mite up in her arms. We were all laughing and crying together.

We named her Penny, and she was just wonderful.

I will add more about the exploits of this wonderful friend and companion at a later date.

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Early memories

Apparently I was born  in Silver Court Gardens flats, in Brownhills, on July 18th 1962. I do not remember this event at all, but my mom told me, so it has to be true.

I was a little early, and was born with a collapsed lung, and was rushed to hospital. I still have the scars in my ankle to this day, where the tubes were put in to feed me.

Mom said the flat was running with damp, and the council moved them to a house on Clayhanger. This is where my earliest memories start.

You never lived in Clayhanger, but on Clayhanger.

OUR HOME:

My first memory was of a bed in the living room, Mom had given birth to my sister Yvonne, who sadly died. I can’t remember her, but I took her name as my conformation name.

We lived in High Street ,

It was a semi detached  council house. I suppose nowadays It would look small, but when you are little everything looked big. When you entered through the front door, the hallway went down to the kitchen, with the backdoor at the side of it. To the right of the front door were the stairs. directly on your left was the living room come dining room. It had a serving hatch to the kitchen.

Upstairs had the bathroom at the top of the stairs, and the front bedroom was Mom and Dads, back bedroom, was mine and my sisters.

I remember we had a meter under the stairs for the electric, but I cannot remember when it was took out.

We had a big garden, but I remember it was very over grown, I can remember Mom and Dad doing it over, and it was beautiful then. Two lawns, with a path running down the middle. The rest was concrete going towards the house.

We never had much money, but our home was filled with so much love, It was wonderful.

I was the youngest in our house, I was a ‘chatty cathy’, but also a bit of a loner, although I got on with everyone, I preferred my own company.

Attached to us was Aunty Doreen, (not real Aunty, but you always called people that ) and Uncle Allan Leech. They had Three children.

On the other side, via the path, was Mr & Mrs. Parry and their daughter Kim.

Over the road was Mr & Mrs. Wickson. Edmond Howdle and Mr & Mrs. Sing. That was our shops.

If it was your birthday Mrs. Wickson let you pick something from the toy section, Don’t think Mr. Wickson knew about it.

On a Sunday, I used to rush to Sunday school, if you got there first, you could ring the bell. But I only got there first, once.  It was a very small church, built with money from the miners fund. A two roomed school was attached to it.

Opposite was the local pub, The George and Dragon. We used to search the local Tip for bottles to take back and get the deposit. thought we were rich.

Beside the pub was waste ground we use to play on and we could access the park over the fence too. It saved walking all the way down the road to the main entrance, which was up a little gully way between the POSH houses. They were the private houses, I always though they must have been millionaires to own their own houses.

It was a big highlight for the village, when the council put us some things on the park for us to play on. There was three swing, a proper horse, a climbing frame. Wow. And non of that protecting flooring either.

We didn’t use them that much as we could find our own entertainment. on the opposite side of the field was a brook. it had a great rope swing. I got into very bad trouble once for going on it, but I blamed my sister. I had just had my new school shoes, and mom sent me to find my sister. I knew where she would be. So off I went in my new shoes, felt like a queen, brown shiny leather like brogue, with a nice buckle strap across the toe section.

When I got to the rope swing I found our Roe, with her mates. I was asked to have a go, now this swing went over the brook. Just as I was getting ready for a good run up, the biggest rat I have ever seen, jumped over my foot. It’s tale was bigger than it’s body, it was huge. So I slipped and was swinging in mid air over the brook, all I could think of, was mom killing me for getting mud on my new shoes. Luckily, our Roe’s friend was very tall and got on the edge of the bank to pull me in.

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Motorbikes

 

My Trike..................

Anything to do with motorbikes, and of course my Trike.

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Life stories

Just my memories of the stuff I did. May have to split it into childhood and adult memories.

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Family tree

I think this one will be interesting. very full of aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggg, where are they.

I started my family tree,after I was given a box of old photos from my nans after she died. Well, what a box of worms it was.

I will put some family photos on here soon.

I am researching: Addis, Keay, Davies, Hall, France, Hill.

Well what a bunch they were too.

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my dogs stories

I will be adding loads of stories of the antics they did and do get up too. please leave your stories too.

My first encounter of a dogs was our Sheena, A big boxer girl. My dad got her off a man who he worked with. It belonged to his son, and she was shut in the bathroom all day. So one morning we got up(Dad worked nights) and there she was. My memories of her was sleeping with my head on her.

She was a wonderful tan colour and in my eyes the biggest dog I had ever seen.

That is how I started to love boxers.

On Sundays, We used to go to Sutton park for a walk. Now, our Sheena was so quiet, never barked, But when we reached the Island just before the entrance to Sutton park, she would go mental. If the traffic was queuing, it was a nightmare, it was as if she was shouting at them to hurry up and move, as she was in her favourite place.

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crafts

hope this  will be in the correct one.

I will like people to post about the crafts they do.

I have been doing Tunisian crocheting lately and I love it.

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JUST GETTING GOING.

Well I have finally done it. Set up a blog.

There will be spelling mistake, bad punctuation,but I don’t care as long as It makes sense.

I hope that people will add comments, but nasty ones will be deleted.

I hope you will put your thoughts and stories in the categories sections, and I hope this will be a happy blog to be on.

I would like to add, I was inspired to do a blog by reading Brownhills bob’s blog. so a thankyou to him.

When I get the hang of this blogging stuff, I hope, my blog page will be fab.

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