As a person intent on establishing multiple layers of positivity, for survival and certainly one who thrives on maximum intensity of day light. For me, the month of November has always been most challenging. As we all know, the last four weeks have been a constant continual of dark, dismal, wind and rain, hardly any day light and needed a special distraction, to generate cheer. For once drifting back in time was a bright option...My memories are genuine and clear. Mine, was a happy childhood, our home a pleasant retreat and sanctuary indeed.... to which, we often brought school friends back, to share the fresh home baking, and then tea table always set with extra places. Our first house, was a typical single storey "Board of Agriculture", croft house, though we had no croft and barely enough land to hang a line of washing at the back. The front, had a rocky terrain due to the remains of a black house. Nothing much grew there, and it was a dangerous place to play football, too dangerous for me and possibly explains why I never enjoyed that sport! Inside we had our living room, with its large dining table, and the solid fuel stove from which the hot water and heating was generated. The room at the other end of the house was the bedroom for the four of us boys. With it's double bed and bunk beds. To the rear was the other bedroom or more like "roombed", a very small space for our parents. The kitchen and bathroom, extended at the back. The kitchen was really too small for the whole family to sit to a meal, but it was nonetheless lively. A place where wonderful food and fabulous baking was created several times a day. We had a large glass porch at the front, where the light was left on every night, the font door never locked and the phone in the "lobby", was the only one at that end of our village and available for our neighbours to use day and night.
Happy as we were in our little whitewashed house, in Lower Sandwick our family had literally outgrown it. When I was eleven, we moved to an all together much larger house, a home customized for our family's requirements and architect designed. We now each had a bedroom of our own, but it took a few years before we actually settled into bedrooms of our own. Preferring to share with another brother.
Some memories of the little house where I was born. KB
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