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Childhood memories of Doreen Gail Bancroft (nee Maisey)Originally written in spanish 1998.translacion by DoreenGail Bancroft.
BIRTH ANYBODY ELSE BORN IN A PUB?
Edited by - Doreen on 01/01/2008 11:45:22 PM
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Posted - 27/01/2008 : 08:55
Great pics..........
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Posted - 28/01/2008 : 00:53
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Posted - 28/01/2008 : 08:15
Never seen that before..... tell us about it.....
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Posted - 28/01/2008 : 09:45
SPIDERS
I was born under the sun sighn Leo,
noted for their bravery when speaking their minds,
or truths,but not so brave when things get physical.
When i was three, in Painters lodge one night i was
tucked up in bed with the night candle on my bedside table.
I had just dropped off to sleepface upwards, when something
very cold ,and scrachy fell plop between my eyes, the sensation
was such that it woke me up imediately.
I opened my eyes to see what at that range( 0) was a giant black hairy ,
fat spider, a monster.
The result was shock and ataque of histeria beatig with my hands
to get rid of it for some seconds as after it was no longer there i
could still feel the sensacion, and the cold spot where it landed.
This, and instinct is what started my profound fear of spiders.
As you know In england we have because of the rain perhaps
many spiders, that come into our homes for proteccion,
and in the south east its said that there are many more that
in the north.
As we lived in the country there would be more too.
From that day on , and for several years to come there had
to be a spider hunt before i went to bed, at first i refused to
go into the bedroom untill somebody had inspected it first.
When In Dads ,and auntie Elizabeths house,
i remember one particular time when every night there were one or two spiders.
this was because it was a thtched roof cottage prone to
housing spiders.
Mum would have swatted them there ,and then,
but Auntie Elizabeth had an antique spider brush,
the brush was small , and round with no hairs in the middle,
so that you could place it over the spider trapping it in the centre,
between the soft bristles,
then just shake it out of the window,and the spider would drop
down on his invisible string to the garden.
Auntie Elizabet taught me that you didnt kill things just because
you didnt like them,mind you she was in turn aterorized by flies
,and the possible germs that they carried about,
so it was allowed to kill flies,and they were encouraged to comit suicide
on sticky papers.
I remember having coveted one of Auntie Elizabeths skirts for years
it was bright yellow cotton, was very full, and had large patch pockets,
auntie said i could have it when i was big enough.
When i was seven it was slightly altered to fit me ,
and i took it back home to mums, she of course hated it,
i only got to wear it twice , as the third time i took it out of the
drawer and was pulling it on when a spider attacked my legs,
hysteria ,andthat was the end of the skirt, my fear wouldnt let me
put it on again.
It would be quite some years before i overcame this fear of spiders.
I can catch them in my hands now , if they are small,
but i dont want them near my face.
Edited by - Doreen on 28/01/2008 09:51:03 AM
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Posted - 29/01/2008 : 06:31
It's funny but as me and Jack were sat there last night watching TV a big spider scuttled across the hearth on a mission. I looked at it and thought about you Dot. It shot under the sofa and is no doubt plotting a takeover.... I'm not to keen on spiders, I was bitten by one when I was a lad, but I don't understand killing them.....
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Posted - 29/01/2008 : 09:41
What happened when you got bitten?i too have been bitten on the arm, and had a problem for months after,it left a permanent little hole in my arm.
I have also been bitten by a viper type snake (Vipera Aspis,)very nasty
i was going backwards down a line of spuds splashing sulfate ,and water on the plants, and going backwards so as not to wet my skirts,
i must have trod on it by accident.
It bit me on the back of my heel,my foot ,and leg blew up like a baloon ,and went black, the doctors took three days to give me an antidote, very nasty, thankfully the vipers in Spain can only kill 3 per cent of the people they bite,and thats if they go untreated.
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Posted - 29/01/2008 : 14:07
It was when I was about 9. I had a spider in a matchbox and was showing it to my mates when it bit me on the knee. Shorts of course in those days. nasty bite and it festered for a while.
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Posted - 01/02/2008 : 13:48
THE PLAYGROUND
In our school there were three areas of playground,
the first was nearest to the street and the junior classes,
the second was for the seniors, and the third on a lower level,
which was the uneven pot holed grass sports field,that had
a large wilderness at one end hidden to the eye of the playground
minder by the flint walls of the main school buildings.
,All inhabited by moles,and the cosequent heaps of earth
dotted about,this was the main reason for the potholes.
we were allowed to use the area on the condicion that we stayed in the grass area.
At the end of the wilderness there was a large tree, where a boy had been tied up by other boys ,
and left for hours in pain from the ropes,
and nearly died from soffocacion as the rope round his neck tightened as he struggled to get loose.
So the rough ground wilderness was completely out of bounds.
Perfect of course to hide in, and to seek out the poisnouse black
toadstools that grew there.
There is just something that atracts you to the prohibited,
my brother was caned several times for being in there.
Only one window looked out onto this field from the school,
but it was very high in the classroom so that an adult needed
to stand on a chair to see out of it.
There was a lady teacher in this class,
who was courtins another male teacher in the throw s
of a divorce,
it was supposed to be a secret, but you know kids sometimes
notice things, and see some comings ,
and goings at the lunchtime break.
My bother and his gang had cottoned on to the fact that the
two teachers were spending a lot of time together
in a locked classroom, so this just had to be investigated.
The plan was that somehow they would look into this very
high window,it needed four boys standing on each others
shoulders to reach the hight of the window,and look in
the field being on a lwer level.
the fourth boy reached the top looked in ,
and shrieked
THEY ARE DOING IT!!!
The teachers rushed to the widow with a chair ,
and saw us runnig away out of the rough land,
me included.
So the next thing i knew was that me ,
and my brothers gangwere up in the heads study to
be punishedfor my first time,the second time was when
my brother lit a camp fire on the rough ground and we all
sat round it pretending to smoke a pace pipe.
And where there is smoke there is fire,
curiosity being aroused by the smoke we were found out .
The Head of the school was Mr Herbert 75 years old tall ,
and thin like his wife a stickler for dicipline,
but had a fairer caracter than Mrs Herbert.
Here we were, in line ,in the heads office,
being told one by one by our names ,how many lashes
of which cane would be dealt out to us .
when he got to me the last in line he said are you sorry
for what you have done ? i said yes Sir
, he then asked will you do it agan?
No no Sir, he looked at me hard and long ,
I was only seven, the rest ten,and was also the only girl.
So he said you can go, much to my releif.
he very rarely lashed girls, and of my age hardly ever.
I had been terrified in the office because there was
on the floor of one wall a long glass case, that had
been made especialy to present ,and house all the
collecion of corporal punshment canes there were
about eight or ten all of varied thicknesses,
some had split ends, these were reputed to hurt the most,
He took them out trying them on his own hand a lttle
as part of the act,and then with a loud crack on the dest
,just to terrify us more.
There were also a couple of sticks with bludgeon ends,
one of them with nasty nobles, this was the worst,
I saw this used once in a publick punishment ,
all the parents ,and school children were present for an
anual meeting, it was an older boy who continually destroyed
things ,and beat kids up ,the school bully,
this time he had sawn down a cherry tree in flower the churchyard.
The only time i fell foul of this boy was when i was twelve,
he had a habit of throwing a tennis ball at other kids backs
to cause them pain, and one day crossing a grass patch
in his part of town isaw him doing just that to a small child
so i ran to pick the ball up ,so that he couldnt repaet the act
he came for me like a bull, just as he was catchng
up with me an open offal lorry was going by ,
i threw th ball into the back, he was furios ,
he threw me to the ground and ripped the front of y blouse
open then tried to do the same with the bra,
exposing my ample female atributes ,
that must have blown his mind , or at least
it distracted him enough for me to get free,
and i stuck the knee in,as he stood up ,
and tried to grab me again.
that ended his capers.
Ididnt go back to that area of town for a long time.
Any way the gang afterwards had bad feelings for me ,
having been let off, but i was very releived.
Of course i had used his favite words:
YES SIR ; NO SIR.
The canes were the proper specified ones alowed for punishments for all schools still in the dark ages at that time.
Flint stones were used for quite a lot of victorian type buildings in the area,
the oval stones were cracked open across the middle revealing the dark glass
like flint inside, this was used to face the building, the building had a dark foreboding
effect , as the rest of the street was made up of small cottages in
medieval black ,and white wood ,and lime.
Edited by - Doreen on 01/02/2008 2:03:48 PM
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Posted - 02/02/2008 : 06:43
During the war canes must have been scarce because the teachers made do by binding the ends up with string, and in one case, wire.
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Posted - 02/02/2008 : 17:29
Mr Herberts split cane was a specially split and reinforced one ,
to inflict a different type of pain , it was one of the most feared as it
sliced into the skin.
The wire one sounds nasty.
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 20:59
This is a pic of part of castle st, if i find one of the school i will post it ,
dificult because most photographers avoid taking pics of it.
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 22:45
WIMSEY,S
A few doors up from our house lived a little girl of my age,
an only child, the parents were well off,
her house was large ,and very nicely decorated,
fernch windows,and colonial style furniture,
the garden three times the size of ours.
Luckily for me the parents of this child had decided that
i was natural, unspoilt,different,and
it would be a good idea if i played with their daughter, who
had only mixed with the girls in a private school, and i was
encouraged to educate her with the ways ,
and life of the very much less fortunate class.
When i said to the mother what a lovely hose ,and garden she had-
she said yes i like it , but do you know that we have rats
in the garden shed, you dont have rats do you,
-no i said not here.
she went on to tell me how to get rid of the rats ,
look take a new yellow dusting cloth rinse it in warm water,
see how the water has turned bright yellow'
-yes, -well that is poisonus for the rats ,
we put the water in the shed ,and they drink it.
i felt very honored being let into an adults secrets, but i wasn,t
very sure about her recipe to kill rats, but she assured me that
with time it worked.
so in the summer holidays i spent a few days playing in her garden.
she had a large shed sized dolls house in the garden,
that her Daddy had made for her ,it had proper floors windows ,
and doors.
There were two rooms, one with two beds for the dolls fully equiped,
pillows ,sheets ,blakets, carpet chest of drawers,
the other room had the kitchen , a cupboard with pots ,and pans,
a round table two chairs,and a baby highchair.
all the walls were papered, and the windows had curtains.
On the table was the thing that i coveted most,
a china tea set, i just loved it,it was decorated with fairies
,and knomes sitting on red spotted toadstools, sturdy
but there was nothing grosse about it.
I asked Daddy to buy me one for my birthday,
not an easy task as i didnt want a nasty plastic one,
they were too easy to find.
four years later he found an almost identical tea set for me,
it had benn literally colecting dust somewhere,
as the box was covered, leaving your hands grey if you touched it.
mother went up the wall saying what a stupid present at
my age
, and filthy to boot,men just dont think about the presentacion
of these things.
but although i was to old ,and would never play with it
i loved it , and it sat on my dresser for years.
Normally when daddy asked what i would like for my birthday
i would ask for something money cant buy the tea set being t
he only material gift i ever asked for.One year i wanted something wierd,
the highest slide in the county.
we went from vilage to village town to town,playgound to playground.
Most places just had swings ,and roundabouts,
some had small slides,and returning home in the bubble car
downcast and by a new route at last we found what we were looking for,
but it was amidst a sea of stinging nettles , the high robust type.
so Dad found a long stick,and started to slash the nettles,
making a good path to the ladder,he broke uot in a sweat with the
excersise.it was a bit rusty the first few times going down,
but my new lilly white knickers , and sock soon made it shine.
I have never seen before or after a slide so high, it was
just one of those tricks of good fortune that sometimes happens.
Dad was so happy that day.
even if the nettles had stung him, he had been
in contact with nature , he had angina ,
so was not allowed to force himself fisicly,
so he had done something prohibited ,
that pleased him no end,auntie elizabeth protected him too much
so this was a happy relaese of energy for a change,
and out of her sight.
so after the fun was had by all we decided unanimosly
to complete the day with an off diet ice cream,
saying to me dont tell Auntie.
we mounted in the car filthy sweaty,
laughing, just like two kids together .
Edited by - Doreen on 03/02/2008 10:52:20 PM
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Posted - 05/02/2008 : 10:02
The next year i asked for a ride on a horse.
Dad had quite a few connexions in the horse world being that ,
he regularly auctioned them off.
But on that day going round the varios horse stables,
either the owner was away , or the horses were being shown
at some fair or gymkhana.
having no luck locally Dad decided in desperacion
to take me to newmarket,
The centre of world as far as race horses were concerned,
there
we were certain to find at least horses.
As we came near to the largest training ground we could
see from the road many horses being exercised at a gallop,
these were unaproachable, and far off into the grounds,
but near the road there was a beutifull black arabian stallion
being walked round a small oval space ,
convalessing after some injury ,there was white painted wooden
fencing in on both sides, making a narrow pathway.
Daddy talked to the trainer for some time, I dont remember
what about, but Dad had been brought up in the family stables
so making conversation with the trainer came easy to him.
i dont know what he said but i was allowed to mount the horse,
my first,i remember the smell, the itchy blanket on my legs with a
large number nine on the side nine just like me, and ohh the hight i had never
seen a horse so high, being so high up off the ground on
a moving animal scared me a bit,but it was a dream come true.
Nothing could please dad more than seeing his daughter
ride what could have been the best horse in england.
Edited by - Doreen on 05/02/2008 10:03:03 AM
Edited by - Doreen on 06/02/2008 7:53:43 PM
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Posted - 05/02/2008 : 10:39
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Posted - 07/02/2008 : 06:45
I like the fringed leather trousers..... yours?
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BIRTH, any body else born in a pub?
