In our time of being comfy or well off or whatever you called it,dad decided to get a local Jock Thain to come and tame our unruly garden at 22, Dad was never a gardener or handy man or anything to with DIY.
So Jock came and tamed the garden and planted lots and lots of vegetables.He tended the garden most weeks and we lived off the spoils.
On Sundays whilst we were all at Church /Sunday School,mum was at home with the baby of the time and getting Sunday dinner ready for us all.
We would all walk to the North Kirk, berets on at a jaunty angle ,Clarks school shoes shone like the silvery moon because dad had polished them that very morning,shiny shoes were a badge of your decent upbringing, and dad in his best pin stripe suit,we were really part of the business mans community ,here at the kirk we had our own pew on the right handside half way down the isle. Werent we posh ??? Mid way thro the morning service the youngsters we be chaperoned off to Sunday school ,which was held in the church hall at the back of the church.This heralded 11 am, and by 11.30 am it was all over,father collected us and off we trooped back up High Street, left into Well road and right into Yuill Avenue.The comfort that I get from that mental picture is one of indescribable pleasure, we were so happy, so content,and wanted for nothing, not even our parents love,because at this time in our life we got it in abundance. OK they never told us they loved us , but their actions spoke a thousand words and there was I cocooned in their arms. I didnt give a shit, but I also didn't know what was ahead of us.
So Jock came and tamed the garden and planted lots and lots of vegetables.He tended the garden most weeks and we lived off the spoils.
On Sundays whilst we were all at Church /Sunday School,mum was at home with the baby of the time and getting Sunday dinner ready for us all.
We would all walk to the North Kirk, berets on at a jaunty angle ,Clarks school shoes shone like the silvery moon because dad had polished them that very morning,shiny shoes were a badge of your decent upbringing, and dad in his best pin stripe suit,we were really part of the business mans community ,here at the kirk we had our own pew on the right handside half way down the isle. Werent we posh ??? Mid way thro the morning service the youngsters we be chaperoned off to Sunday school ,which was held in the church hall at the back of the church.This heralded 11 am, and by 11.30 am it was all over,father collected us and off we trooped back up High Street, left into Well road and right into Yuill Avenue.The comfort that I get from that mental picture is one of indescribable pleasure, we were so happy, so content,and wanted for nothing, not even our parents love,because at this time in our life we got it in abundance. OK they never told us they loved us , but their actions spoke a thousand words and there was I cocooned in their arms. I didnt give a shit, but I also didn't know what was ahead of us.
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