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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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