Surviving the past one day at a time
Posted in Childhood, Memories, Reflection on Aug 9th, 2010
There are aspects of my childhood that I’ve been trying to understand for a long time but which still don’t quite make sense. Just after my eighth birthday I joined the church choir, a conventional enough development; expected and welcomed. I loved singing and being in the choir made church a lot less boring. Sunday [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Reflecions on Aug 7th, 2010
As I said towards the end of my last post it’s not my intention to demonise my Dad. When I started this often painful excursion through my formative years I did so with the desire to give as honest a record as possible which necessitates recalling some pretty horrific moments. I loved Dad and I [...]
Posted in Punishment, Runaway on Aug 6th, 2010
Despite a generous dose of pain killers I had a crappy night. I hated sleeping on my back but with a pillow under my knee it was the only available position. When Mum woke me at 7am she unceremoniously pulled back my covers and pulled up the leg of my pyjama trousers to look at [...]
Posted in Punishment, Runaway on Aug 5th, 2010
The drive home didn’t take nearly long enough; all too soon we were pulling up outside the house. The front door was open, the hall light was on and my parents were waiting on the doorstep. I was clearly in no state to make a run for it so being escorted down the path with [...]
Checking I had my fags, lighter and wallet (contents a pound) I opened the window. Our house had almost been designed for this. Being the only boy in the family had predetermined that I’d get the smallest room and my window just happened to be directly above the front porch. Scrambling out onto the small [...]
Posted in Anger, Mental Archaeology, School on Aug 3rd, 2010
My best friend and I had already organised a post exam 3 week cycling trip in the West Country, with a 2 or 3 day stop at my Nan’s included, so I didn’t have time to fret over the slow progress with the grant application. That holiday was quite an adventure itself so I’m not [...]
The first setback came just before O Levels actually started. I didn’t get the scholarship not, they assured me, through any lack of ability, simply because those scholarships were very limited and heavily oversubscribed. I was reassured that if the grant was forthcoming then there was a place waiting for me at Dartington so I [...]
Posted in Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jul 29th, 2010
I’d made my decision so on Thursday I turned up for my viola lesson and gave my teacher the good news, she was delighted. How does a nearly 16 year break something like that to his parents? The only thing to do was talk to the one Master that I completely trusted. The man who’d [...]
Posted in Mental Archaeology, Music, School on Jul 28th, 2010
OK, back to the list and a pretty horrendous sequence of events, even by my extreme standards. This was something that started out being very good and degenerated into something very bad. It’s going to take more than one post to tell this story because the details are important. In February 1969 I sat my [...]
Posted in Discipline, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Jul 26th, 2010
The fact that I was never caned at Grammar School is a debt I owe to one man, Norman Lucas the Headmaster at Midhurst. By being my Headmaster that man saved me from setting some sort of record for beatings. “Luke” as he was affectionately, and I mean that sincerely, known was determined that corporal [...]
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