Frank's Life story.
My
memories are like snapshots off an old Brownie Box camera. They are there, they get
reinforced but I’m not sure they are accurate at all.
After starting to investigate family history, I tried for ages to get all the older members of the family to write their own life stories. No one would do it and I believe you shouldn’t ask people to do something you wouldn’t do yourself. Too few people write about the vast majority of normal peoples lives. The famous, the rich & all leaders of the world are well documented. I would like to have heard about being a lead miner in the 1800s, an early charabanc and transport driver who survived the great war. One uncle survived WW2 after being a slave worker down a mine for Adolph's Third Reich. Living in America in the teen years of the nineteen hundreds. One grandparent went off to fight in the Napoleonic Wars.
I don't
think your kids are going to be too interested but I wish my grandparents &
great grandparents had done this for me.
In days of old when I was very young, things were different too in their own way! I looked like a small child, even when I got my first long pants around 13. I was raised during a time when adults had the belief that "Children should be seen but not heard". I am sure it infected my whole life. (1)
I started life with an outlook gained, mainly, from my mother, who was over protective. A dad, who was away most of the time, and seemed incapable of knowing what to do with a small boy. Like his father before him, he had his humour gene removed. My parents were short of money & lived in the slum area of Moss Side in Manchester. I got a lot of my morals & outlook on life at Sunday school. This was a Wesleyan Methodist Church on the corner of Great Western Street. (2)
I think my views on life would be definitely tinted from an early age! Because I was an only child for the first nine years and that my mum followed in the Victorian footsteps of her mother & grandmother, plus, normally, parents explained nothing then, I think she shielded me an awful lot from real life. Maybe I became a dreamer in a world of my own. I don’t seem to have questioned what went on around me and obviously wasn’t as curious as I am today.






(2)
“Wesleyan Methodist Church” John Wesley was famous for his preaching. He
travelled on horse back the length & breadth of Great Britain. Clergymen,
magistrates and, at times, mobs of people, persecuted him