Albert Spooner
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“It was 1917, we slept four in a bed, two up and two down with a candlestick on a chair. But we all leapt out of bed when we heard that the German Zeppalin was over us. There was an entry to every six to eight dwellings up the street with one gas lamp at the top. One in the middle, and one at the bottom. Kids would play chock, skimmings and marbles along the granite cobble stones or follow the open top trams. It was a hard struggle at times with many portions of misery.
Donkey Hill, known in those days, was the fastest sledge run also an escape to greener pastures when the snow wasn’t down. In the back yards of the St Anns District friendship was forged around a solid anvil of strength and belonging. Scooping up “hoss muck” or bits of stray coal between horse-drawn vehicles and hawkers, was a way of life for the author. |
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