So, to begin our trip down memory lane I might as well start with the event in my own life that has
done more to mold my character than any other.
One I like to call:
My Run-in with a Car
It was a summer day. The sun was for once shining down on London town. I was 5 years of age. Life was good. Then it happened! Everything became unstuck!
At
the time we lived in the upstairs flat of a typical London Row house. The drawing shown is certainly more "gusified" than our little abode but is depicts the style perfectly.
Mum was
very heavily pregnant with LS. And, from what I’ve been told, I had spied the
Ice Cream man on his trolley bike and was very politely screaming for an ice
cream cone. Mum, tired, exhausted with
the heat, uncomfortable with the extra weight, wishing that I’d shut-up,
wishing that the baby she was carrying would make an early entrance to this
world, gave in.
She couldn’t manage the
stairs but said she would look from the front window as I crossed the road to
reach “Mr. Stop Me and Buy One”.
In 1938 there were very few
cars on the street where we lived. You were
more likely to see a horse and cart than a fast moving car. But that day there was one and I didn’t see
it and I presume it didn’t see me!
They tell me that the skid marks from the car marked the road for all
of that summer.
I don’t have memories of that
day. Most of what I relate comes second
hand from family tales. However, to this day I have very strong memories of the
smell of the ether that was placed over my face in the hospital.
Well, since I’m writing this
story it’s pretty obvious I survived, but what I learned from that survival and
how it has influenced my entire life – stay tuned. I’ll have more to say on
this – but not now. To be continued . .
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