‘Edenbray in Exile’
A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays
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its a bailey … using no traditional punctuation …
when I was six years old in nineteen fifty-seven on a sunday morning with 2 way family favourites playing on the radio I came down late for breakfast which was a weetabix and I observed the actions of the family like joe browns song what a crazy world were living in ⚫️ dad was working in his shed mum was working in the kitchen brother was reading on the sofa ⚫️ i felt neglected abandoned alone ⚫️ properly alone probably for the first time in my life ⚫️ no one seems to notice me isnt it a sin what a crazy world were living in ⚫️ then it came to me i would have to leave home i was six years old ⚫️ i planned my exit and i was very apprehensive ⚫️ i had the coolest toy gun you have ever seen and i mean ever ⚫️ it was a retro luger pistol ⚫️ i had the coolest leather satchel type bag with a shoulder strap too ⚫️ i would need to defend myself if i were attacked out there in the world so i put the cool pistol in the cool bag put the strap around my shoulder and headed off i made sure not to bang the side gate while leaving ⚫️ i felt bad for leaving home it had been a good life and i really loved my family but this rejection i felt threw serious doubts about their love for me ⚫️ i went out our front gate and turned right walking past the front of our house and turned right again into fieldsend road behind the tall hedge and i was gone ⚫️ i journeyed up the hill past fromondes road and turned left into tilehurst avenue and down the sharp incline to st dunstans bypass it was always a busy dual carriageway ⚫️ i looked both ways carefully and nervously and crossed two lanes to the small bollard island in the middle of the road opposite the wide swing gate to spillers field where there was a hawk that flew high in the twilight ⚫️ i was six years old ⚫️ i waited for the traffic to pass and crossed the remaining two lanes turning right and onto the pavement and past the few cottages set back on the far side ⚫️ two hundred yards and i could climb the few steps down into sears park and away from the noise of the traffic ⚫️ i was wearing a tee with denim jeans and black and white bumper shoes ⚫️ i always wore black and white bumper shoes with white laces ⚫️ sears park was one of many great parks in our area of around say six or seven acres ⚫️ i crossed the park diagonally passing the open pavilion where older boys and girls met and talked in groups ⚫️ i did not enter the pavilion because i did not like to see some of the words scrawled in marker on the walls although most messages were simple naive love talk or kilroy style drawings ⚫️ tom loves maddi cas fancies jimmy susie shagged richard that kind of thing ⚫️ i continued walking the remainder of the park which ran down the hill and past a wide bed of tree sheltered rose bushes and then i exited into the wooded path that ran for three hundred yards through to west sutton and the gander green lane shops ⚫️ on entering the path i was probably three quarters of a mile from home ⚫️ it was warm in the sun but coolish in the shade ⚫️ this path was known as boney hole ⚫️ it was called that as it goes because allegedly while digging down the lane workmen unearthed human remains namely a skeleton ⚫️ the legend was that someone had been murdered and buried down boney hole just next to the grammar school playing fields ⚫️ the story gripped my imagination and i wondered where the bones had been found as i walked down the cold enclosed path alone ⚫️ i was six years old ⚫️ at the far end was a barbed wire fence and an overgrown area which spread itself onto the path ⚫️ i exited the path into the warm sunshine to walk past a run of four or five shops i was most unfamiliar with ⚫️ i did not know why but the sight of these shops scared me even more than the boney hole had ⚫️ i thought i knew the way from here though through the back streets to sutton which was three miles maybe from where we lived ⚫️ i saw the red phone box and knew i should ring home ⚫️ i was still six years old and a long way from home ⚫️ i still had the luger pistol in my leather bag around my shoulder it made it difficult to enter the phone box as the door was on a firm spring ⚫️ i knew our phone number as well people recited their number when answering the phone in those days ⚫️ i had been told to lift the receiver and say clearly fairlands 4205 ⚫️ the phone box smelled musty and i had no money but i lifted the receiver and dialled the number and listened to the bleep bleep bleep ⚫️ my family must really be missing me and worried too ⚫️ i exited the phone box and retraced my steps ⚫️ past the shops down boney hole across sears park down to the falcon field over the carriageway up the hill to fieldsend road and then on down down down round the corner past the tall hedge and in through the front gate and the noisy side gate quietly in fear and trepidation ⚫️ dad was working in his garden mum was working in her kitchen brother lying on the sofa ⚫️ what a crazy world we are living in ⚫️ nothing was ever said no questions were ever asked even about the anonymous phone call because no one had even noticed that i had left home ⚫️ all this on the day i decided to leave home ⚫️
its a bailey … using no traditional punctuation
Authors Note : This is the 4th bailey – using no traditional punctuation – that has been selected for this Edenbray Retrospective Anthology.
The baileys are intended as a novel way of writing a recollection or a memoir, usually from my childhood. This one concerns my 1st successful attempt to run-away from home when I was six years old, in 1957. I think its quite amusing ~ Edenbraytoday