My mother died in childbirth when I was ten. She left three boys and three girls. My father coped for about a year ………..
and then the family was split up. My mother’s family took the three girls and my father’s family took the three boys.
My oldest brother and I were brought up by my grandfather and uncle in
Now 9d a week was like a ‘fiver’ now. Anyway I went into that wee house and there was nothing in it – it was empty. But I slept there.
Well, things got worse – and things got better. I got something to lie on. I got boxes to sit on. I stole wood and stuff to make fires. Soon it became the house for the boys of the village. I left school. I didn’t have any schooling after twelve years of age. I got a little older and I went to work.
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