May's meeting

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Sheila's story gained the most votes  

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"Steps out"    

    NOTHING WRONG

Tim was quite a joker at school.  NOTHING WRONG in that, a lot of pupils thought he was a great laugh.  Tim loved making people laugh and even thought about being a comedian in the future, but of course things don’t always turn out the way you think they will.  With exams on the horizon life started to get more serious.  He studied hard and passed enough to get into college, but after the first year he decided that it was too hard and he couldn’t cope.  He had a long discussion with the year leader and decided that he would leave and try for an apprenticeship instead.  After looking at many options he decided om a carpentry course.  Looking back he realized that he had always liked wood.  He remembered that he had even made a couple of simple toys for his little brother and one Christmas had made a tea-pot stand for his mum, who actually had used it for many years.  

Over the next few months he learned about the different woods and how certain wood is only suitable for making certain things, and different joints for joining two pieces of wood together, etc.  After a while he realized that he was more relaxed and happier than he had been for ages.  He loved working with wood and over the years made quite a few items of furniture.  All furniture made by the apprentices were put into their shop and they had a percentage of each item that was sold.  Good incentive to work well!  Tim’s jokey self  had  also come back and he enjoyed seeing how easy it was for him to make people laugh.  

One day he had an idea, and being egged on by his fellow workers, decided to make a Punch and Judy booth.   He realized that he would have to join a special organisation that teaches people how to do the unique voice and programme that is a Punch and Judy show.  The course took longer than he thought, but at the end of it he felt that he was quite excited and couldn’t wait to get started.   He had been making the booth in his spare time and when it was finished he was quite proud of how it looked.  His fellow workers were keen to be his quinea-pigs to see his first performance.  So, one lunch time he set up his booth, and feeling excited and nervous, he climbed into the booth and away he went with the patter.  He had a couple of hiccups, but at the end his friends gave a big clap and whistles.  He felt good but realized that he needed lots more practise before going public.  

By the start of the next summer he felt he was ready.  He applied for his licence to perform in public and once having the permission from the council off he went to the local beach.  He had already advertised and a few of his workfriends said they would help set up the booth and stay and support him.  That helped boost his confidence knowing that he wasn’t alone.  Tim was surprized how many people had turned out to watch and he hoped that he wouldn’t let them down, but it all went well and everyone enjoyed it.  Now, every weekend you will see him on the beach with Punch and Judy entertaining to his hearts content and making people laugh.

                                                                                                                                                                                Sheila

Pat's winning story

Once Inside

Steven eyed his allotment. It was so overgrown as, due to the weather he hadn't been able to get out and start digging. Today the sun shone, so, where to begin.

Earlier he had walked past Mr. Perfect's plot. His neat rows stood to attention as if they were on parade. He rarely spoke, just nodded if you caught his eye.

Steven piled his tools in his ancient wheelbarrow and got to work. After an hour or so he felt someone watching, and slowly pulled himself up. Smiling at the stranger, who turned out to be a young lad, said "Hello, and what's your name?". "Um...its Joe" replied the lad. "and how old are you then?" "17 sir". No one had addressed Steven as Sir in many years. " are you helping someone?". " Not really. My father doesn't like me helping, he says I get in the way." Which one is your father?" he inquired. Of course, it had to be Mr. Perfect didn't it. Well, you are more than welcome to do some weeding and digging if you want something to do. Joe's face lit up. "Lets have a cup of tea first". He had all kinds of treats in his tiny shed that the Missus didn't know about.

"how do you know when to plant the seeds" asked Joe. Well. If you read the instructions on the packet, it tells you". Looking shame faced, Joe hung his head. "I'm not good at reading". He said. Steve wondered how a 17 year old had not been taught at school. "I was supposed to get special tuition but it never happened". He muttered. Do you know your letters? Look at that packet and see the big letters, the first one is B. E A. N, and S. Beans!". Joe read out each letter, BEANS. They spent the next hour or so going through all the seed packets. Steve couldn't understand as Joe seemed to pick it up quite fast.

Joe, Joe where are you?" came a loud voice. "don't annoy people when they are busy" Mr. Perfect said crossly. Joe's expression changed,down went his head and shoulders slumped as he joined his father.

The next day was lovely and sunny, so Steve decided he would get the whole bed dug over. He had barely begun when Joe showed up. My father isn't coming today, he said, " can I help you dig?".

Over the Spring and early summer months Joe learned every vegetable and fruit that Steve grew, and even printed some labels. Its amazing what a little encouragement can do, thought Steve.

One day some flyers were delivered to the allotment holders. Steve said "what’s it say then?" Joe briefly panicked, then slowly read out "Garden show in 2 weeks, bring your biggest and best." As he looked up smiling, Mr Perfect walked by. Staring at Joe he said" The school always said you were too thick to read, I think I'll have a word with them". Joe looked at him straight in the eyes " you would never listen to me Dad I tried to tell you" trailing off. This time it was Mr. Perfect's shoulders who slumped down as he walked back to his plot.

It was the big day. After the judges had finished the crowd surged towards the tent. Once inside they made their way to the vegetable tables. "Look" Joe exclaimed "1^st. Prize...and I can read it!!!

March at Joan's who's winning story this is.

He Held
He watched from a distance as she came out of school with her friends she had
grown a lot since he had last seen her he thought when was that yes it must be
five years but he would have recognised her after more. It was his fault that his
marriage had broken down but he just could not cope. He had spent five years
deployed in firstly Iraq then Afghanistan before being discharged with honor and
a few medals also PTSD. This affected his life so much that he would check
their car before going out and he would jump if a car back fired. 

Rebecca his wife stood by him went to all his meetings with the military physiatrist but nothing seemed to help in the end he just left home for their safety without saying goodbye. He lived on the streets for the first three years then met a local preacher who turned his life around he was now a pastor at a church in a small town about one hundred miles from Milwaukee where his wife and daughter still lived he had no idea if she had met someone else and he was afraid to find out.

He had a small house and many friends and his life was good so his friend
Keith said it was time to reconnect with his past and that was why he was here.
The problem was where to start should he just go and knock on the door or
arrange a chance meeting at this moment looking at his daughter he had no
idea. He followed her at a safe distance and was amazed to find they still lived
in the same house he saw Rebecca come out to meet her and she had not
changed at all just as lovely as ever. He stayed for a short while before going
back to the motel where he had booked in for a couple of nights no nearer to a
solution. The next morning whilst having breakfast he decided that he would
wait for Kathy to leave for school and then just go and knock on the door. He
had another cup of coffee not because he wanted it but he was just putting of
going. He finally plucked up courage and knocked on the door and waited.
Rebecca answered the door he could see she was shocked to see him and
then she put her arms round his neck and hugged him tight as tears ran down
her cheeks. 

He could not believe it he held her close and then started to say
how sorry he was about everything she pulled him into the house he walked
into the family room and nothing had changed except there was a small boy
playing. Rebecca said this is your son Toby I was 2 months pregnant when you
left. Alan just looked then put his head in his hands and cried. Rebecca held
him and said she understood why he had left but they had never stopped loving
him and hoping that he would find his way home. Over the next two days he told her everything that had happened to him he reconnected with his daughter and got to know his son. He then told her he had to return to his church and could she possibly in the future think about joining him he realised that a would be a complete change of lifestyle for them especially for Kathy at her age to leave her friends and start a new school. Rebecca said they would talk it over and
when they had made a decision she would write. Alan agreed this would be the
right thing to do so he returned to his home friends and church. Now every day
saw him waiting for the post and hoping for good news but as his friend said 
patience was what was needed and to trust that all would work out. Time would
tell.

February Meeting

Sheila got most votes. This is her story.

GRASPED

“You have GRASPED the rope to tight, hold it firm – just slacken it up a bit.” Said my instructor.  I tried, but I was so scared that I would fall.  How ever did I get talked into doing this?  It was at Rosie’s hen night that the conversation turned to fundraising for the local cottage hospital.  All the small ones were closing and this was the last one in the area.  It wasn’t big enough to do large operations, but it did the minor ones, cuts and bruises, flu jabs, various treatments and whatever was necessary.  Besides all this they had facilities for doing a crèche, and a spare    room for hire.  This is booked for quite a lot of various meetings – local W.I., jumble sales, scouts, etc.  Now this lovely old building was to be closed and possibly demolished.  Well, the hen night carried on to its usual noisy, drinks flowing kind of evening with everyone enjoying themselves.  

In the weeks that followed various friends carried on the conversation of the fundraising.  Some suggestions were outright silly, which gave all a good laugh but there was 2 or 3 that were worth thinking further.  Jumble sales and the like were dismissed as being boring – they wanted to do something more exciting.  It was Rosie who saw an article in the local paper about learning to absail.  Four of us –after talking and thinking lots about it – said that we would have a go.  So, after a course of six weeks training in a local school gym, here we were getting kitted out to do it for real!  

The instructor had booked a 10 storey building in the town’s main square for the event.  Don’t know about the 2 other people on the course but I suspect they were as terrified as us four.  Too late – the day had arrived, we went to the top of the building in a lift, then up a few steps, through a door and we stepped out onto the roof.  It seemed so high and people were getting jittery, but the instructor reassured and calmed everyone down and one by one we did our absail.  After a few feet all nerves disappeared then we were on the ground.  The way down was in a blur and over so quickly.  A crowd of people had gathered to watch and applauded each one as they landed.  It all seemed so unreal.  

The next day there was quite a piece in the paper with photos.  It made us feel quite proud of ourselves.  What made it even better was that sponsor money came in from people we didn’t know that had either watched us or had seen it in the paper.  I can’t remember the exact amount but it certainly was enough to keep out little cottage hospital open, so we said that after all we had put ourselves through it had been worth it but I doubt if we would do anything like that ever again.

January meeting

Beautifully sunny morning and a pleasant get together for January's meeting. Jenny got four votes just beating Pat's three votes.

'Still Continued' by Jenny Day

Alice and Ethel were sisters, two of 15 children.  Alice, born in 1898, was older than Ethel, but they were always very close.

Not easy being part of such a big family.  Alice said, when she was quite young she remembered always having to nurse a baby while her mother read a book.

They lived in an area of Northam, not the most salubrious part of Southampton.  Life was very hard.  When the girls left school at 14 they went into service in a richer family.

Later Ethel was lucky; she was sent to Canada to look after an aunt and begin a new life.  As soon as Alice was old enough, she left the service life, left home and went to sea, working as a cabin stewardess.  I'm sure her mother was pleased with any extra income that came her way!

Ethel's life changed completely.  She met her husband, Alf, a Londoner.  Why he was in Canada I don't know, but she married him and had a very happy and comfortable life.  They lived in London, Ontario and had four children.

Alice's life changed also.  While she was on HMS Aquitania, she met Harry.  He was a carpenter working on the ships.  They married in 1927 when she was 29 years old, but life was still not as easy as that of Ethel and Alf. 

Harry was a wonderful carpenter.  He made nearly all their furniture.  It was beautiful and practical, and furnished their little house in Old Shirley, which they had worked so hard to buy.

Life was still hard.  The country was still recovering from a terrible, long war, but they were still happy and in 1933 they had a son.

They had survived the slump, but not before Alice had to pawn her engagement and wedding rings, among other things, but they still owned their own house.  If I ever feel hard done by, I should think of the terrible times they must have encountered.

Harry had survived a dreadful time in the trenches in the 1914-18 War.  He had experienced 'shell shock' and when the 1939 World War broke out, he was unable to cope and had a major breakdown.  He spent some time in a London hospital, but once the war casualties started to arrive, his bed was needed.   Alice was not going to allow him to be sent to a mental hospital.  She signed papers to have him released into her care.

Harry never worked again, so Alice had to be the breadwinner, first in the munitions factory during the war, then in the margarine factory.  She left home at  six in the morning, returning at six at night, only to face the housework and care of her family.

Many years later, when I met her son, Les, I found her sour and cold.  My family were so different and I was nervous of her! 

After Les and I were married, I got to know her better and realised, beneath the strict and miserable exterior was a softer side.  She was generous and kind.

 I think Les was a disappointment to her and I was the daughter she had always wanted.  Oh, but it was hard to keep up the standard of her white washing!  It was so bright it could hurt your eyes.

Alice still continued to keep in touch with Ethel.  I can remember her receiving boxes of bright red Canadian apples and other gifts.  I guess they were aware of how tough our lives were compared to theirs.

Ethel and Alf came to visit Alice a couple of times.  They were lovely people.  Alice was invited to the wedding of one of their granddaughters and she took Julie, her granddaughter, with her. 

Harry did spend several years in Knowle Hospital, near Fareham, when he could no longer care for himself, and Alice would take the special bus every Sunday to visit him, taking one of the grandchildren with her.

After Harry died Alice discovered money he had squirrelled away over the years.  One can only guess all the hardship had affected his mind. 

With this money Alice paid for the seven of us to visit Ethel and Alf in Canada.  What a visit!  We were shared amongst the family.  Alice, Les and myself stayed with Ethel and Alf, my sons Jeff and Simon stayed with daughter Dorothy and Julie and Kevin stayed wth one of their sons, Bill.  We were given such a welcome and our holiday was packed with wonderful memories.

Alice's later life was much easier, although she still worked until she was 80 years old.  She was employed by Unigate Dairies to make teas for the staff in their Head Office.  She was treasured by them and, as she got a little more frail, they would carry the tea trays to the offices for her, so she just had to make the tea and wash up after someone returned the trays of dirty cups.  She loved her little job and wasn't doing it out of necessity any more, but it gave her a purpose.

Alice was an amazing lady, a good mother-in-law and a generous Granny.

Ann's story this month

A Lot To Do

The letters from the children started coming in about the middle of November, so the elves began their duties in earnest. There were a few who were assigned to the “Gadgets, Gifts and Gizmo” group who monitored the adverts on the television to see what the latest “must have” this year would be and if it coincided with the requests already in. Unlike people who watch the programmes and often make a drink while the adverts are on, the elves only concentrate on the adverts. Another group were assigned to making beautiful items from wood, like toys, games and decorations, quite often for the younger family members. The last group helped Santa to get everything ready by checking all the sleighs were in working order for the big night and the whistle-stop journey. Mrs Claus was making preparations for the food for everyone. She was planning how many sausage rolls, mince pies, cinnamon biscuits, Christmas puddings and savoury nibbles, etc, to make, as once the deliveries are over it is the time for Santa, Mrs Claus and the elves to all sit down together for their Christmas celebrations before Santa goes on a very strict diet, due to all the mince pies he eats on his journey. There is always a lot to do, but everyone gets busy to the accompaniment of the elves singing all the Christmas songs.

Things were going well and most of the toys requested by the children had been made sourced and were ready for wrapping and sorting into different journeys, when Mrs Claus started feeling unwell. She developed a dreadful cold and was forced to take to her bed, all the time fretting about not having got all her food preparations done. Everyone tried to tell her that the quicker she rested the quicker she would recover, but to now avail. Gretchen, one of the television monitors, had been studying some of the other adverts and was very taken with one particular one. She spoke to her friend Wilfred and showed it to him, asking what he thought. He was impressed and together they spoke to Santa. When he saw it he agreed and they all put the plan to Mrs Claus. The advert was from Tesco and the tempting selection of many different puddings, savouries and frozen vegetables. All they needed to do was cook the turkey and vegetables and take the rest out of the packaging. The elves were particularly impressed that there were sprouts, as these fairy cabbages are one of their favourites. With the food problem sorted, Mrs Claus took to her bed to make a full recovery.

However the problems were not over as a couple of the reindeer started feeling unwell and passed the cold on to Rudolf. Now unlike people when they get a cold and develop a red nose, a reindeer nose looses its rosy glow. This meant he would not be able to guide the sleigh and that would cause trouble, as there was no other reindeer qualified to do the job. Poor Santa was at his wits end. He could not let all the children down, and knew there was no way he could complete all the journeys in time. Then Wilfred came to the rescue with an idea. When Gretchen was showing him the advert she had found, he noticed another and liked that. This one could solve the problem. Why not ask Amazon to help? They deliver the next day and do so with a smile. Problem solved. Everyone happy. Christmas is coming – can you feel it, can you feel it, can you feel it?

Oct Meeting at John and Sheila's

Beautiful clear skies morning - both winning stories had 2 votes each


Joan R's story

Less Fortunate

My name is Lottie Van der Linden nee Van der Beek but when I was born and christened in 1939 I was given the name Mary Weston I had two older brothers Henry and George and a younger sister Alice. Our father was killed in 1941in the war and our mother could not earn enough to keep us so my brothers and myself were put into a home Alice was a baby so she stayed our mother came to see us when she could. Then in 1944 I was 5 Henry 11 and George 10 the matron came and told us that our mother and sister had been killed in an air raid and now that we were orphans we would be sent to another country to start a new life. 

Henry said we were family and should stay together but I was marched away by the matron with Henry and George yelling my name. I was put on a ship with some other girls I did not like it it went up and down and rolled from side to side. After a very long time we stopped at this place where there were very strange men and women I asked a man on the ship why do they paint themselves black he just laughed. I was taken to the home of Mila and Levi Van der Beek who said they were now my parents I asked about my brothers but nothing was known. I was shown to a room with lots of toys new clothes and shoes. 

I had a coloured nanny (that’s what they were called having been born that way) also a coloured man to take me to school. Everything was done for us I just went to school made friends and had a very happy and good life as the years passed I forgot about my brothers but sometimes I had an empty feeling as if I was missing something but then I would go to a party and all would be well.

Then when I was 20 I met Hans Van der Linden who I married life went on much the same but when I was 22 Hans noticed a change in the workforce and realised that trouble was coming to South Africa and decided that we would return home as I was pregnant which we did to Holland where he had family his mother welcomed me and was upset to hear that I had no family. As our son was born Hans asked about a name and I said without hesitation Henry George he looked at me as if to say why I said that these were my brothers names the birth must have triggered some memory I told Hans I had to look for them and he agreed. It took us 10 years to locate them and I found they were less Fortunate than me having been sent to Australia to a ranch in the outback where the life was hard, cruel and brutal so that when Henry was 18 he told George they were leaving and even though they had only 4 dollars between them they made there way to Sydney where Henry got a job driving trucks George who liked cooking having done this on the ranch worked in a restaurant they rented a cheap one bedroomed flat. Henry said they had to do something with their lives he was not good at anything so told George he had to enrol in night school to qualify as a chef. He took every driving job going to pay for the equipment and books George needed for his course but it reaped rewards as George passed his exams with distinction. He continued working at the restaurant and after two years the owner wanted to retire but he was desperate for the restaurant to survive so he sold it to Henry and George at a good price. 

They obtained a bank loan to purchase it there were two rooms above the kitchen used for storage they cleared these out and lived there to save the rent of the flat. Henry still took every job going. The restaurant thrived due to George creating a new menu. When Henry was not driving he helped from washing dishes to serving drinks and clearing tables. They went from strength to strength so much so that when the premises next door became vacant they purchased that to double the size of the restaurant. George told Henry that he had to give up driving and come work full time as he was a partner so Henry became the manager. Very soon they opened up another restaurant and then another and another during all this time they also managed to get married and have children buying houses next to each other as they were that close. I did not know if they remembered me let alone want to see me but Hans reached out and discovered they had been looking for me so a visit was arranged. I must admit then when we landed at Sydney airport I was nervous looking at all the people that were there I recognised them straight away and when Henry yelled Mary eeee I dropped my suitcase and ran towards him he opened his arms scooped me up and swung me round like he used to and right there and then I was five years old again in the home. As my brothers and I hugged with our families looking on mostly crying I felt that at last I was whole and another chapter of my life was about to begin.

This is Sheila's 

LESS FORTUNATE

Mark was thinking back to when he was a young boy about 6 or 7 and seeing – in his minds eye – quite clearly, at mealtimes his mother chiding him saying  “Come on, eat up your dinner.  There are children LESS FORTUNATE than you somewhere in the world that haven’t got enough to eat each day, and here you are leaving some’.  He could still hear her voice after all these years and still feel a bit guilty if he should ever leave something.  Because of this, the young Mark decided, that when he left school he would try and do something about this situation and help these children – where ever they were in the world.  Of course, it was years before he was old enough to leave school but it was always at the back of his mind, but he didn’t know how to go about it.  On leaving school he started an apprenticeship with a firm that taught woodwork, metalwork, electrics, tiling and even thatching.  In fact, everything that goes into building houses, etc.  

Mark loved the diversity  of it all and knew it would give him a good standing for any job in his future.  Little did he know, that when he walked into his local job centre, that he first thing he saw was a poster wanting people to go to Africa to build homes and school in little villages in the poorest areas of the country.  Mark had a ‘light-bulb’ moment when he though ‘this is what I want to do to help all those LESS FORTUNATE children that mum was talking about all those years ago’.  His mum was very proud that he was going to do this so after all the paperwork and things had been sorted out he, and a few others that wanted to do the same, flew off to Africa.  They were met at the airport and drove for a few hours until they arrived at this village in the middle of no-where.  Some building had already been started but there was still a lot to do.  After a nights rest they all got started the next day.  It was hot going but they all soon got into the routine and blended into a good working team.  

Their first job was to build a school.  The children had only the one teacher that had been able to teach a very basic education but the elders of the village were quite happy with that.  Mark and the team went on to build enough small homes to accommodate the dozen or so families of the village, many of them had been living in one-roomed shack-type places that their parents had made, so they were well pleased with the new ones.  There was a scheme where volunteers would arrive for a few weeks to help, then leave and a few more would arrive.  They were given jobs like keep drinks of water coming, to fetch and carry things and generally make themselves useful.  Having finished one village, Mark and the team would move on to another village and start all over again.  Mark and the others always felt a great sense of achievement after each one, but after 10 years or so Mark felt that it was time to go home.  

He was very sad to be leaving but also looking forward to seeing his parents and friends again.  Once home, there was lots and lots to talk about of course.  It was a bit strange at first getting to fit in after all the years in Africa, but he soon got back into the less hectic way of life.  As he was thinking of his mother with his 6 or 7 year olds eyes and knowing all the things that had resulted from that he was quite contented about how his life had been and felt that yes, he had helped the children that were LESS FORTUNATE.