Gee'or Ruwerin' 1

Introduction:
T’second house passed t’ garage

I remember being born
Well that’s not exactly true. I don’t really remember it, but I’ve heard the story of it so many times, it seems as though I was there!
Okay, so technically I was there, but I guess you know what I mean…

By all accounts I was an awkward sod from day one. Head first? Not for me. I chose to come out bum first, nearly killing my mum. Literally. I was the seventh of eight kids, and because the preceeding bunch were typical young children, my mum decided on a home birth, allowing her to look after them right up until the chosen time. Luckily there was a very capable midwife on hand, and I was eventually delivered safely. Healthy, if slightly battered.
Legend has it that my dad had been suspicious of my parentage, but when I finally arrived I looked so like him that there was no way he could disown me.
My sister and brothers were all a bit disappointed when they found out. Not because they wanted a girl, or even a puppy, but because it meant that the meager weekly spice allowance would now have to stretch that little bit more. Four fingers of Kit-Kat don’t divide into seven mouths very well.
My birth coincided with the end of rationing, which was just as well, as I was always starving.
My family lived on the Parson Cross (woebetide anyone who calls it Parson’s Cross), in t’second house passed t’ garage. Although at that time, there was no garage. It was a field, and it rung to the joys of children playin right up until 1960, when Cleveland opened their filling station.

Here is my story as I remember it.


Stop Press Feb 2011
Now published as
"Gee'or Ruwerin' - Growing up in Sixties Parson Cross" by Steve Bush,
and available at all good book shops - or at least all good book shops in Sheffield!!
Also available at http://www.acmretro.com/geeor.html

Steve