Surviving the past one day at a time
Posted in Childhood, Health, Medicals, School on Sep 27th, 2010
There is a very good reason for my delving back into the dawn of history to tell you tales from my very young days. What I hope I’m getting across is the fact that, apart from a truly horrendous health record and living in awful conditions, my childhood was very happy until the events that [...]
Thanks to Rich’s support and his trenchant stares at would be mockers, very little was said on the coach or at school. The high point of the day for me was one of my classmates asking plaintively, almost despairingly “Miss, do those specs mean Malc’s even cleverer now?”. Miss Beevis laughed, all my classmates laughed [...]
Posted in Abuse, Anger, Childhood, Depression on Sep 18th, 2010
It was recently suggested in a comment that I seem to have been a somewhat difficult child, prone to temper tantrums. To a certain extent that’s true but isn’t entirely fair to my young self. I was, by nature quite a sweet tempered boy with a very lively sense of fun and a penchant for [...]
I don’t tend to invoke politics or religion here on the Old Midhurstian Blog but I feel the need to make a point about the forthcoming Papal visit to the UK and the issue of clerical abuse. It’s very easy to get sucked in to the media furore surrounding the increasingly distressing revelations of systematic [...]
Posted in Best Friend, Childhood, Malc, Rich on Sep 10th, 2010
There was more drama and very nearly another tantrum at the optician’s. When he put the test frame on me I thought they were the glasses I’d have to wear. I was very quickly disabused of that notion before I’d drawn enough breath to start shouting. The test took ages but the optician was finally [...]
Well, wishes and prayers didn’t work; I couldn’t even see Mummy’s face properly when she woke me up so the morning started with tears, self-pity and breakfast, of course. Once my older sisters had left for school we got ready for the journey to Petworth. We could have waited until Thursday when the doctor held [...]
Posted in Best Friend, Childhood, Malc, Rich, School on Sep 4th, 2010
Rich’s loyalty, support and protection helped to make the worst day of my young life almost tolerable. I was seven years old, had moved to the second block of the class and had already secured my place at the back right hand desk. Nobody was going to take that away from me, ever! One morning [...]
Posted in Best Friend, Childhood, Malc, Rich, School on Sep 2nd, 2010
Rich and I devised a naughty trick to play on Mrs Chalfont, the Infants Teacher. When she got cross with us for whispering to each other she called my name then Rich’s. I stood up but Rich didn’t and when she got even angrier I said innocently “But, Miss Malcolm Richard is my name.” That [...]
Posted in Best Friend, Childhood, Malc, Rich on Aug 30th, 2010
One of the defining tales of my childhood goes back a little further into the mists of time. If I’ve told this story already I apologise for repeating myself but these are very good memories that I never want to lose. We moved to Lurgashall in 1956 when I was three and my Mother was [...]
The “virtually indestructible” story reminded me of another incident from the dawn of time. If a certain person who reads this blog sees this she may well arrange to have me killed but it’s a cute story. It could have easily been a tragic story but fate, or whatever controls these things, intervened and there [...]
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