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The second ten years 1929 - 1939

 


When I was ten I was moved to an intermediate school about a mile away. This was a long way to walk back home at lunchtime. Sometimes a few of us lads would come out of school and wait for a slow lorry or steam engine to come out of the nearby rail goods yard. We would then chase after it and hang from the tail board for dear life until we were closer to home. We then had to wait for the wagon to slow down for us to release our grip, and make a safe return to earth. We got to know which wagon was going our way.

 

My mother took in a lot of washing, to do for a few people. In those days she had a wooden washing tub and a wooden dolly. The water was heated in a brick surrounded cast iron boiler over a coal fire, and then ladled into the tub, with clothes to wash and a few handfuls of powder. Then the clothes were pounded with the dolly in an already steamy wash-house for about ten minutes. When considered clean enough they were put through the mangle with big six inch rollers. When the pressure was put on the mangle it was hard work to turn the eighteen inch diameter wheel to squeeze the water out. This pounding, and turning the mangle, was what I was given to do on wash days when I came home to my lunch from school. My mother would say "Here Jack, come and do this while I get your dinner." Then when the washing was finished and ironed, my sister and I would have to take it back to where it came from. That could be as much as a mile away, on foot of course.

 

At the intermediate school I remember we had someone come to give us a talk on the Ovaltine product, which was a kind of advertising gimmick. Afterwards we had to write an essay on the subject. There were three prizes for the best essays and I was the winner of the second prize, which was Ovaltine samples and Ovaltine chocolate. This success inspired me to do well in the entrance exam for a chance to go to the Central Higher Grade school, in which I succeeded. So at eleven years old I changed schools again. I enjoyed my time at this school, always going early in the morning especially to have the privilege of ringing the bell, as was usual for a short while before classes began.

 

I now had my first bicycle which came in handy to hurry to and from school. My friends also had a bicycle, so during the summer months we organised outings together at weekends to the local beauty spots. We took sandwiches, and bat and ball, to really have a good day out. Sometimes we cycled fifteen or more miles each way, enjoying ourselves in the fresh air.

 

It was about this time that my mother was offered a key to a new house. This was quite exciting, so my sisters and I went to see where we were likely to be going to live. With our encouragement my mother accepted the key, so we soon moved into the new house away from grandparents, aunt and cousin. The distance to school was very much the same as before but in a different direction. It was a pleasure to come from school to the new house where I was able to do homework in comfort. We had a large lounge, kitchen, bathroom and coal store downstairs, and three bedrooms, but now we also had a lovely big garden. The garden entailed a lot of hard work over a long period before it was dug over and planted. My mother became a keen gardener. My friend had a nice garden with an archway and trellis work on either side about three feet in height. With roses growing along each side of the trellis and over the archway it gave the garden a bit of character. It gave me the idea to ask my mother if we could have one. When I had the offer of help from my friend, my mother agreed to let me do the job. I found this very interesting and challenging, as my knowledge of woodwork then was very little. With my friends help we slowly assembled the archway and trellis and erected it along the back of the house. Then we had to paint it green to complete the job. The next job was to buy and plant the climbing and rambling roses, which was done with much satisfaction. The follow on job from that was to lay a brick path from the archway to the bottom of the garden. This was a hard but essential job but when completed our garden began to take shape. There, I think, my gardening enthusiasm ended. It was my mother who became the gardener.

 

In the 1930s and even a few years before then I attended Sunday School every Sunday morning and afternoon, and also the adjoining Methodist Chapel in the morning and evening. There were some very good teachers at the Sunday school who organised Scripture and Band of Hope classes. They taught us that life could be good without wrongdoing and drinking alcohol. There was also a Boys Club and Girl Guides for the girls, which were attended enthusiastically. We entered into scripture examinations with other schools and also temperance exams from which I gained several book prizes. At the Boys Club we learnt plays and produced them on stage in the schoolroom. One such play has remained in my memory because it was so popular. We performed this play called The Nigger Parliament many times and at different locations. It was about an all black Negro parliament debating, and a very funny comedy it was. The words were often wrongly or strangely pronounced. The word "political" became "politickle."

 

Following on from this I was asked to join a Drama Group with a senior cast who were rehearsing for Shakespeare's Merry Wives of Windsor. I got the part of Robin, and attended rehearsals every week. After many weeks the play was ready to go on stage. We had the dress rehearsal, and then at the final moment the producer fell ill. As she was taking two parts, and no-one could take over, it was abruptly cancelled. This ended my stage career.

 

As I entered my teens the next thing that I did was to join the local cricket club as a member. This allowed me to watch the first and second team play at Haden Hill ground. It also enabled me to practice in the nets and sometimes with the team members on the ground. My love of cricket grew from this early age, and I still like to watch a match. In my late teens, I did the scoring for Old Hill second team in the Birmingham League, which I enjoyed very much.

 

At the age of fourteen, although I was happy to continue school, my mother wanted me to leave and get work, to help run the home. One could leave at fourteen then, or at our school, carry on to eighteen. So my mother arranged an interview for an office trainee at Dudley. This was not successful. In a short time after that a friend of my mother's suggested I should try the joinery works where her son was working. Not very thrilled at this kind of work, I was urged to go and try my luck. This time I was offered a job in the joinery shop to start after the spring holiday, or two months after my fourteenth birthday. It was a very hard job working at the rear end of a four cutter moulding machine. My job was collecting the lengths of mouldings as they came through, tying them in bundles and taking them to the timber storage racks. After that batch came through, I had to get the timber in from the stacks, enough to do the next type of moulding, and then help to saw it to size to go through the machine again.

 

After twelve months at this work I was moved to a bench job to assist a tradesman making purpose made joinery. There were fourteen such pairs of workers who between them turned out a lot of work. Now I was beginning to like my job, so then I enrolled for evening classes twice a week doing cabinet work. This was at Dudley Art College, so after working until five-thirty, it meant hurrying back home, washing and changing, and having a meal. Then a long walk, about a mile and a half to catch the bus to Dudley for classes from seven thirty until nine o'clock. By the time I was home it was bedtime and I was very tired. This was continued until I was called to join the Army at the start of the Second World War in 1939. During that time at college I had made by hand, and to my own designs, a chest of drawers and my own bedroom suite in oak, all French polished, all of which remains my bedroom suite today.

 

The hours of work were from seven till five in winter, and seven till six in summer, except the two nights when I was allowed to finish at five-thirty for evening classes. Nevertheless, at every possible moment of spare time I made stools with a woven seagrass seat, and sold them to relatives and friends for a small profit. Many other woodwork jobs were made for neighbours whenever I had spare time. All the wood and other materials for making my bedroom suite which I have mentioned before were bought a little at a time. They were first of all taken home, and then I had to take them on the bus to Dudley Art School. I was no more than sixteen when I made my own workshed and erected it in the garden. Then I made a workbench. The timber for this I remember purchasing from my workplace, balancing the lot on my bicycle across the saddle and handlebars, and with one foot on the pedal I rode most of the way home. It was mainly a steady slope, downwards of course. The shed came in very useful and remained there until I married, then it was moved to our future home. In 1957 I sold the shed when we moved to a new house, my present home. The bench was taken to the new house; it was reduced but is still in use today in 1993.

 

It was at the age of seventeen when I began what was to become a serious friendship with a girlfriend whom I had known for several years by going to Sunday School. We used to meet with other boys and girls around the lamppost after homework was done, laughing, joking, and telling yarns during the dark winter months. In the summer we walked to the local park to meet up and have a game together or listen to the band. Then, one Sunday after Chapel we met by the park and took our first walk together. After that Sunday walk we became very good friends, meeting on free evenings and weekends, whenever possible.

 

The following spring holiday we decided to go hiking for the day. We took a packed lunch and set off about 9.30 a.m. from her home in Old Hill. After walking approximately three miles in the direction of Bromsgrove out in the countryside, a car came alongside, stopped, and the driver enquired if we would like a lift. We turned to each other to consider the offer, but we answered "No thanks, we are only out hiking."

 

The man said, "How far are you going?"

 

I said, "Probably as far as the Lickey Hills."

 

He replied, "I am going to Austins’ work, that's in your direction if you wish to come." Thinking it would give us the opportunity to go farther afield on our hike, we took up the challenge. So we sped to Austins’ work, arriving quite early. Thanking him for the lift, we then continued our walk, thinking that we could now venture further; but we didn't have a map, so we had to remember the signs so as to find our way back home. We carried on walking until about mid-day. By this time we were close to Redditch, so we found a nice spot to have our lunch. Little did we realize as we sat talking that we had three or four hours walking plus the time it would take to cover the distance we rode in the car. So on this lovely sunny holiday afternoon we began our very long walk back home. Talking and walking without a care in the world, and following the same route as our outward journey, we loved every minute. Mile after mile and hour after hour we walked which was pleasant until the sun went down, reminding us that it was getting late. At that point our attention was drawn to our tired feet, but we still had a long way to get home. Naturally, no car stopped to give us a lift now, and we were not on a bus route. On and on we walked, evermore tired and footsore, walking more slowly all the time. At last at about nine o'clock we arrived back at Mary's home. We enjoyed our day out very much, but we suffered with sore feet next day. On our next meeting Mary said she couldn't bear the clothes on her feet that night, they were so sore. So much for our hiking day, we must have walked well over twenty miles.

 

Cycling was still a great love of mine, and at work there were other enthusiasts. One workmate, who was a few years older than me, had a tandem bicycle. He went on quite long trips with his wife on this tandem, and so it came as a surprise when he asked me if I wished to go with him on the back of the tandem, to the cyclists Annual Meeting at Meridon near Coventry. I had never ridden on a tandem before. So on this particular Sunday we set off early to be in time for the morning service beginning at eleven o'clock. It was roughly twenty six miles each way so there was ample time for me to get accustomed to this machine. I found it a very enjoyable experience, and I have never seen so many cyclists together.

 

By this time in my life, and still courting strongly with my girlfriend Mary, we began to go to the theatre. Neither of us had much pocket money so we had to save hard to be able to enjoy our new found pleasure.

 

Besides going to the local theatre to see Musicals, we occasionally went to Birmingham Hippodrome to see top stars of the day in Variety Shows. We saw many of the old favourites like Tommy Trinder, Max Miller, Randolph Sutton, Larry Adler, Florrie Ford, and others. It is a love of the theatre and music, and especially good singing, that has remained with us. Another kind of music which we loved to hear was played by brass bands in the local park regularly every Sunday in the summer. It was then, and still is, a lovely park. There must have been thousands there on a Sunday to walk around, and listen to the band, and I must stress at this point that there was never any misbehaviour. The park to us had everything to enjoy oneself. With natural lakes and trees, historic buildings, and bowling greens, and tennis courts, it was a great attraction for all ages. We spent some of the happiest days of our lives there.

 

Cycling at the age of nineteen had a special appeal when I had a brand new, shining chrome, bicycle. It had hub brakes and dynamo lighting. My excursions into the countryside were more enjoyable and more frequent. There was at this time a workmate who enjoyed riding, so we planned to go in the summer holidays on our cycles to the seaside for a week's holiday. The nearest resort was Weston-Super-Mare. This also happened to be where my girlfriend Mary was going with her uncle, aunt, and cousin. So it was decided that we go on this holiday to Weston which was an extremely long journey of 108 miles.

 

We started at three thirty in the morning on quiet, dark roads, progressing steadily. As we rode, we gradually witnessed the dawn come up and the birds started their dawn chorus. It was the start of a beautiful sunny day and continued to be an unforgettable, gorgeous day. We had a few stops along the way, and finally arrived at the seafront at about two o'clock in the afternoon. We found accommodation at a guest house, although we had to accept a small chalet in the garden for sleeping. It was a most enjoyable week. The food was good and the other guests in the house who also came from the Midlands were most friendly. My friend knew of course how eager I was to see my girlfriend during the week, so it was arranged between us for me to go out with her one day. The weekend came all too quickly with another ride back home; another 108 miles. Luckily it was lovely weather again, but it seemed much harder and longer going back. We had of course only the Sunday to get over it, because we were back at work on Monday morning.

 

Soon afterwards that same year I spotted an advert in the local newspaper. It was asking for anyone who would be interested in joining up to form a harmonica band. Well, I had been playing one since I was about six years old so I thought it sounded quite interesting. On Saturday afternoon off I went to the meeting place at Brierly Hill. The organiser played an accordion, and he was looking for about five more to join the band. He had the required number apply that day, so the band was formed and rehearsals began with four mouth organ players, an accordionist and a drummer. Afterwards we met every Saturday afternoon and learnt many pieces of music. Many weeks later we were able to put on a concert at a local school. We each wore grey flannel trousers with a wide, pleated, dark blue silk waistband, a white shirt and blue and white striped tie. Bookings were few but we continued practising.

 

About the same time I enrolled for a Correspondence course for Carpentry and Joinery. With evening classes twice a week I was very busy outside working hours. After about fifteen months doing the Correspondence course I had to give it up, but it was mainly because I couldn't afford the monthly instalments. My mother could not, or would not help me either.

 

Now at twenty, I had finished making the wardrobe at evening classes, to complete the bedroom suite. It was now at home in my bedroom where I could see the satisfying result of five years patient work, all done by hand. I was rewarded each year with a prize and a free studentship as well.

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