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The author was born in October 1918, just before the end of the
First World War. He lived through a century of tremendous
change and turmoil, and his life was shaped by some of these;
most notably the Depression of the early 1930s and the Second
World War.
A J Spedding
Copyright A J Spedding
The right of A J Spedding in to be identified as author of this work has
been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the
Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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damages.
I cannot make the disclaimer popular with writers of fiction who declare
that the persons coming to life in their narratives are entirely imaginary
and bear no intended resemblance to any person living or dead. Some of
my characters were real, others were... not quite, and a few, mainly the
unpleasant ones, are made up from whole cloth or patches from the
same.
Ded ic at io n
Contents
My Life Story
Zagreb
Best of Friends
The Bouquet
Poor Pussy
Flying Lesson
The Mugging
Army Reservist
Mans Inhumanity
Teacher
Summer Cottage
Bank Job
Investment Scam
Investment
Marriage Break-up
Painting
Skegness
Next Trick
Gambling
Divorce
Pickers
Not Stupid
Charity
Charity 2
Fall
Fishy
Dating Agency
The Safe
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M y Li fe Stor y
I was born in 1918, just at the end of the First World War; the
bloodiest conflict the world had, or has, ever seen. I had an
elder brother, Jack, and a younger sister, Gladys. My mother,
Elizabeth, was a loving, caring woman, my father a brilliant
design engineer and, at the time, Managing Director of a blast
furnace company. Later, he would take over one of the rolling
mills that he designed at Penistone, near Sheffield.
We moved into an elegant bungalow complete with
central heating; a rarity in those days and, also another rarity,
a live-in maidservant named Nancy, who was a jolly Irish lass
and an excellent worker.
At the local grammar school I had experienced a pleasant
way of life, being the house captain for both the cricket and
football teams. My father himself was an excellent cricketer,
and was accepted to play for the Yorkshire national team. This
was to be short lived, however, after they discovered that he
had in fact been born in Cumbria; to play for Yorkshire, you
had to have been born in the county.
As a family, we lived a satisfying, comfortable life, until
catastrophe struck.
The late 1920s and early 30s were disastrous, for
everyone. There was massive, country-wide unemployment,
with close to three million people relying on the government
for hand outs. Lack of demand for steel caused my fathers
company to close. He was given no support from the country;
if you had been earning more than 5, you were expected to
live off of your savings, if you had any at all.
I was 15 and about to take the school certificate, even
though I had just spent ten weeks in hospital with the scarlet
fever. I had already gained two credits from my schoolwork; a
top grade of five credits or more could put you in line for a
high-end university such as Oxford or Cambridge.
During a rather boring history lesson, I was summoned by
one of the teachers. Youre required in the Headmasters
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