Friday 2nd April 1943.......
Hello again. Today is Friday 2nd
April 1943. I'm still six but my
seventh birthday is next
Wednesday. Yippee! My sister,
Sheila, will be sixteen this
year. My brother, Graham, is in
the Army, as you know. He's a
long, long way away, over the
sea. He's twenty at the
moment. He was nineteen when he
was called up, last summer. So they are both a lot
older than me. When he was at
home Graham used to call me the
cuckoo in the nest. I have no
idea why.
This is the three of us.
Sheila is looking after me. I'm
the cuckoo, I suppose. Doesn't
she look proud? It was my
very first summer, in July or
August 1936. I was only
four or five months old.
Doesn't look as though I'm
enjoying it much. It's probably
just before we go on holiday to
Devon. We're all on the swing
which Dad built for my brother
and sister. I still use it now
and it's great fun. You can see
Russell lupins everywhere. Dad
loves them. So do I. They
are so pretty. The colours take
your breath away. And behind us are
fields and then
Thornhill Road
and Sutton Park in the distance.
There's nothing much happening
here today on the
Chester Road
in Streetly. We had to say
"Rabbits" yesterday morning,
before anything else. And that's
about it. Of course in Russia
and North Africa and the
Pacific, there are all sorts of
things happening every day. In
Ukraine, the Germans have
captured
Kharkov. In
Tunisia the
Germans are still fighting and
making it very difficult for us and the Yanks.
Every night the RAF sets off for
the Ruhr with its Lancasters and
Halifaxes and Stirlings and
Wellingtons. And early in the
morning, some of them don't come
back. At sea we have had to stop
the dreadful
Arctic convoys
which take guns and aeroplanes and
other stuff to
Russia because
the Germans have too many ships
in Norway. But here in
Streetly,
everything is quiet. Just
aircraft up in the sky,
especially all the Harvards
droning around, nearly every
day, while the pilots are
practising. I wonder where they
come from. I should like
to see their aerodrome. They
make ever such a funny sound
when they climb or dive. Mum
isn't worried about them because
she knows what they are and so
I can hang out of the window and
watch them if I want to.
Or play in the garden when they
are up there.
So, as there's not much
happening here, I think I'll
just tell you a bit about my big
sister.................
I think I love Sheila. Well, Mum
tells me I ought to. And I
suppose I do, really.
She
has always looked after
me, reading to me and telling me
stuff and things like that. I
think she loves me. In her
own way.
She came to our new house in
Streetly in August 1931 when
all the family moved here. That
was Mum and Dad and Graham and
her. She was younger then than I
am now. They didn't have me
then, of course. I think she
went straight to
Sandwell School
in Blackwood Road, Streetly when
she was old enough. She's still
there now, and I am as well, as
you know. This is a picture of
her in her school uniform in the
winter of 1931 or 1932, probably
just after she had started
there. She looks quite fierce.
Although she isn't, now. Or not
usually, anyway.
She is nine years older than me
and VERY clever. She knows lots
of things and when I haven't been
annoying her she can be very
kind and will tell me what she
knows.
It's a long time ago that she
told me that the earth is round.
Like an orange, she said. (It's
lucky I can still remember what
an orange looks like!) And when
we went to
Blackpool I looked out to
sea and I could actually see the
curve and this proved she was
right.
Peacetime, which she knows
all about, interests me a lot. I
asked her the other day whether
in peacetime they still have
news on the wireless: "Oh, yes,
when ships sink and things like
that". And she tells me
something I can hardly believe.
Sometimes the wireless will tell
you what the weather is going to
be like TOMORROW! How can this
be possible? But she is my big
sister and knows everything and
so she must be right.
Here she is, standing outside our
front door, probably not long
after they had moved in. She was
about five then.
When I appeared, in 1936, I
think she was very interested in
me and liked to help Mum look
after me. The picture we started
off with shows that, doesn't it?
Here she is in August that year,
holding me. She looks quite
proud. Not so sure how I'm
feeling, though.
You're probably guessing that
the picture wasn't taken in
Streetly. It wasn't. It shows
the front of the farmhouse where
we were staying in
South Devon.
The family went there nearly
every year before the war and we
would like to be doing it now.
But of course we can't, although
we did get there, somehow or
other, the summer before last.
Just the three of us, Mum, Sheila
and me. Dad and Graham turned up
for a few days and then went off
again, back to work and their
Home Guard job. I bet they
didn't want to go back. (There
were evacuees at the farm then.
Three boys from
Ladywood which is in
Birmingham. I'll
tell you about them some time). The
picture shows the first time
they had taken me there, in August
1936. It's a long, long car
journey from Streetly and takes
all day. I can only remember
bits of it from prewar.
Streetly
to Kingstanding to the middle of
Birmingham to the
Bristol Road
and then on and on and on,
through the middle of every town
on the way. Dad says the Germans
are building roads called
autobahns which are like the
huge roads you see in parts of
Birmingham with trams running
down the middle where the grass
is. But the
autobahns are different.
They
don't have trams and they run
for miles and miles and people
can drive very fast on them and
they don't go through the middle
of towns. I expect it's mainly
tanks and army lorries and
things of that sort which use
them now. We don't have anything
like that. Just the
A38.
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Talking of roads and journeys,
that brings me to CARS.
I'm interested in cars, as you
know. Here's my sister
(right)
sitting on the back of the car
which has brought us for our
fortnight's holiday to the
seaside. It's a
Morris Major. I
travelled in it as well but of
course I can't remember it
because I was only a baby. It
had changed to a
Ford V8 before
I started to notice things. My
brother
said
that the Morris always smelt of
bad eggs. I don't know why.
But it wasn't the car which Dad
had when they all moved to
Streetly. That was something
called a
Morris Cowley and he
took a picture of it, not long
before they moved
(left). My sister is
standing there outside the house
they lived in then, in
Croydon
Road, Erdington.
So that was the
car which was parked for a while
in the drive of their new house
in Chester Road. Did you ever
notice it?
I'm really interested in
cars as I've told you before
(especially big American ones).
I watch them passing by from
time to time on the
Chester
Road, in between the lorries and
the motorbikes and the Bren Gun
Carriers and all the other Army
and RAF and Navy vehicles.
I've even got a car of my own.
That's a joke. Here I am in it
(right).
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But now I must get back to my
sister and tell you more about
her and how she and I get on.
First, though, come to think of
it, I have a picture of her in
her own car, as well
(right). She looks as
though she's concentrating. That
was in
Rhyl in 1930. She's not
really interested in cars,
though. Girls are funny things,
aren't they?
So, now,
really back to Sheila.
Here's a nice picture of her, on
the same sunny day as the one on
the swing and in the same pink
dress. She was nine then.
As I look these pictures, it
reminds me that, yes, I DO love
my sister. Ever so much. Or most
of the time, anyway. When I was
little, she let me share her
bedroom. That's when I got
kicked out of Mum and Dad's room
and the yellow cot I had then. I
can still remember bouncing
around in that, talking to Mum
and Dad who were still in bed. I
expect they must have got fed up
with me. I bet there was an
argument when they told Sheila
that I was going to move in with
her. But it worked out OK. Most
of the time.
I have Graham's room now,
on the front of the house
looking out onto the Chester
Road. And all
the interesting traffic.
I've been there since he went
away, last June. I bet my
sister's relieved.
Of course, she's nearly grown
up. Dad took this picture of us
last July
(right) when
we went to see Graham at his
Army camp at
Church Stretton. You can
just see me. Mucking
about, as usual. She's even
taller now. Miles bigger than
me. I'll never catch up.
Dad used some of his petrol
ration for this trip. We don't often
have a day out like that.
I'm not even sure he really
should have been using the car
for something like this.
But it
was a lovely sunny day and we
had a super time. Dad took some
pictures of us and especially of
Graham. He had got a bit of
colour film. He'd probably
saved it from pre-war.
During the same weekend he took
another picture of Sheila and
me
(left), this time in the garden at
home. She had changed into
her Girl Guide uniform. It's not
a very good photograph but it
shows one of those times when we
are getting on really well. Bags
more lupins. You can see they
are all still growing, even
though there's a war on.
The only trouble with Sheila is
that she sometimes thinks she is
my mum, especially when we are
both at school and that's what
causes a lot of the rows. She's
still at
Sandwell School in
Blackwood Road, just like me,
but is now one of the oldest girls
there. The whole school has an
assembly every morning. That's
in a room at the back of the
building where you can look out
into the garden. There's a lawn
there where we can go at
playtime if it's not raining.
(The air raid shelter is there
as well. We haven't had to use
that yet but I can remember Dad
and some other parents helping
to dig it on one hot weekend in
1940). We line up, sitting down
in three rows facing the
fireplace. I'm in the front row.
My sister is with the other big
girls, right at the back. With
her friends, like
Heather Craik
and Marguerite Norton and
Beth
Davies and
Joyce Nind.
This is a picture of the whole
school taken four or
five years ago. In 1938 or 1939.
So it's not now and it's in the
open air, not in the classroom.
But it gives you an idea of what
morning assembly is like.
The bigger girls at the back.
Sheila's there, second from the
right. Small boys at the front. Not me,
though, I wasn't there. I was
only two or three then and so I
hadn't started.
You really have to behave at
assembly. No talking or mucking
about. If you're naughty,
dreadful things can happen. One
winter's day one of my friends
was playing with a Dinky Toy.
The teacher noticed and threw it
onto the roaring fire right in
front of us. I watched this
precious, lovely thing melt and
turn into a silvery stream of
metal. It was awful. The world
seemed a horrible place at that
moment. I got over it, though,
eventually.
It was on a morning like that
when my sister got all agitated
and tried to attract my
attention when we were supposed
to be keeping quiet. I don't
really know what she was so
excited about. But I think she
felt she wanted to give me some
guidance. Like girls do, as you
know. She'd seen something she
didn't like and felt it was her
duty to put it right. I was
probably picking my nose or
something like that. Nothing
very dreadful. And anyway,
sometimes these things have to
be done, don't they? I bet she
does it herself when nobody is
looking. But whatever it was
that I was doing wrong, the
teacher, either
Miss Cook or
Mrs. Fairey, didn't notice it.
All they saw was Sheila making a
kerfuffle in the back row. And
she got a right telling-off.
With the final words: "Sheila, I
expected better of you".
Sometimes you have to allow a
victory to come your way, don't
you? Even if it's not really
quite fair, and you know it. You
just sit back and enjoy it,
while it lasts. Best not to rub
it in afterwards though.
But, as I say, she is so clever
and knows so much and if there's
an argument over anything I
usually lose it. I think in this
picture I have just lost another
one. She certainly looks pretty
satisfied. Mum is as cheerful as
ever. I don't remember Dad
ticking me off for trying to
spoil his happy picture of the
three of us. So perhaps he was
feeling a bit of sympathy with
me. Us blokes have to stick
together. This picture was taken
at the same time as the one of
us by the car I showed you
a few days ago. And I look
pretty miserable in both.
But despite all that, I probably
still love her, even at that
moment....
And anyway, perhaps it was
nothing to do with her. It
might have been just a bad
blazer day. I do wish I could
remember.
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P.S. It's my birthday next
Wednesday and I'm getting a
treat. That'll cheer me up no
end. And something important is
going to happen to my brother on
Tuesday. I'll tell you about all
that next time.