Author: jp

A Comparison – The 30’s and Now A little history gives a slant on what people say. We thought we were Middle Class, we had the social graces, the accent, the interests, but not the cash. We, my mother, brother and I, had just returned from Africa under the British Raj, where we had lived… Continue reading Pre WW2, 1930 to 39, in order

Existing posts, The Toboggan Run (Frivolity) Willie and the Suitcase(General) The Very Poor And The Not So Poor I would like to relate the story of me and the beef dripping. Not far from my Grandmother’s house was a Victorian slum building known locally as ‘The buildings’. It was not unlike a poor version of… Continue reading Pre WW2, 1930 to ’39, in order, Beef Dripping

Livingstone, N. Rhodesia I write this to draw conclusions about psychological reactions in children, they and their adults are not aware of, but which have damaging long term consequences; not making a criminal, but disadvantaging and imprinting a permanent lack of self-respect on the child. The final paragraphs are extracts from a previous, general comment… Continue reading Results of African Experience,1928 to 30

The day came to leave and we, my mother and I, caught the train which would ultimately take us to Capetown, a train where one booked a compartment in which one read, ate, slept and washed for tedious days on end. The hand-basin was on the door and one tipped it up to empty it… Continue reading The African Experience, The Journey Home

Existing Posts in the order, under Pre-WW2 . Childish Adventures, A Small Boy’s Introduction To Killing, Life as We Lived It In Livingstone In the then Northern Rhodesia. On film today it is certainly majestic, but to see the immensity, the rush of water, hear the noise and feel the constant rain of the spray… Continue reading Victoria Falls and Other Things

Author’s Note, in setting up the list chronologically, Word Press has retained so many items that I propose only to mention those already available in the various categories, and post those not available. Previous, under Pre-WW2, African Experience Arrival, Rugby And The Surgical Saw THE CAR AS A BOY-CARRIER Brought up in the British Raj… Continue reading The Car As A Boy Carrier

My father, severely gassed in WW1, had to take up a post with the Colonial Service to be able live in a dry climate. He was sent to Northern Rhodesia, now Zambia. My mother had returned in 1922 and I was born and lived for 6 years in South London. In 1928 my mother and… Continue reading The African Experience, Part 1 1928