I have many fond memories of my uncle Tony, I always looked up to him and many of my junior years were spend at Jean and Tonys, I used to ride my bike many miles just to stay at their house. I would often stay for the week during the summer holidays. I remember a time when Tony was working at Geese, he used too take me with him. One time I thought he had left me behind in the house on the morning, little kids I know he went in early to get the lorry from work, as he wasn't supposed to carry passengers. When he came and picked me up, he gave me a little pen knife, I hounded him to let me travel in the back of the lorry to his first drop off, which he reluctantly agreed to ..... BIG MISTAKE ... he told me not to touch any of the fruit he was carrying .... ANOTHER BIG MSTAKE ..... bless him, when we pulled up at the first destination to drop off the fruit he came arounds to the back to unload to find, there Wass fruit skins everywhere and I was covered in peach and plum juice which I had peeled most the fruit with my new pen knife. It goes without saying he wasn't impressed and dropped mw back to Jean and left me ....LOL
Another time I even had my hair cut in a DA style at the barbers just down the road from where they lived, as Tony had the same style.
Another time I went to the bathroom and found I was locked in , panicking I shouted to Jean and Tony "Let Me Out" they couldn't understand why I couldn't use the handle to let myself out, Tony shouted from the other side of the door "lift the handle up" being of such younger age I couldn't understand .....anyway 20minutes later I hear Jean say to Tony m, climb oil the garage roof, through the window and let him out. Tony cam in through the window laughing and opened the door with ease, he forgot to tell me that he had replaced the handle, but had put it upside down.
Steve Shepherd
26th April 2024
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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland