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Malcolm
Westmoreland
(2/27/2005)- In them days I had nothin'. We used to live in this
tiny old house with great big holes in the roof. |
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by Obadiah
Yeoville
(2/27/2005)- House! You were lucky to live in a house! Oh, we used to dream
of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in
an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a
load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh. |
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by Malcolm
Westmoreland
(2/27/2005)- Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground
covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us. |
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by Obadiah
Yeoville
(2/27/2005)- We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and
live in a lake. |
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by Josiah
Hawthorne
(2/27/2005)- You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty
of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road. |
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by Charlie
Illingworth
(2/27/2005)- You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a
septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the
paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen
hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our
Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt. |
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by Obadiah
Yeoville
(2/27/2005)- Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock
in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty
hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to
sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky! |
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by Josiah
Hawthorne
(2/27/2005)- Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out
of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We
had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for
sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in
two wit' bread knife. |
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by Malcolm
Westmoreland
(2/27/2005)- Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night
half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work
twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come
to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and
dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah. |
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by Charlie
Illingworth
(2/27/2005)- And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they
won't believe you. |
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