| Author: | John Warby | ISBN: | 1230000312198 |
| Publisher: | J. A. Warby | Publication: | March 15, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | John Warby |
| ISBN: | 1230000312198 |
| Publisher: | J. A. Warby |
| Publication: | March 15, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
My mate Nev and me. - part one.
It is of my opinion that we all walk in eternity.
We are the generation after our parents, and the generation before our children.
Life is a rolling procession of fascinating events through many lives.
How many people have lived through how many generations without anyone ever recording their interesting lives? How many unique adventures have gone unrecorded?
After doing our family tree for my children, and regretting that my own Nanna hadn’t recorded the fabulous tales of the 1920’s and 1930’s that she had variously told me, I had tentatively planned to do something about it.
I finally decided to write this memoir after having my heart broken and having nothing left but my children and a handful of hope. Even so it still took me nine years to summon the courage to write about my innermost feelings and private events that were always kept behind closed doors.
How do you open up your fears, your mistreatment at the hands of others, your hopes and your dreams, your failures and your triumphs to millions of other people and, most scary of all, to your children?
It is not an easy task.
Life has not been easy to live, let alone to retell, in detail.
This is a personal record of living and growing up through the 1960’s and 1970’s, in rural East Anglia, the breadbasket of England. The land of the East Angles, of King Arthur’s battles against the Saxons, and most recently, the site of the majority of airfields that were our first defence against the Nazi threat of our most recent world war.
It is also a personal record of a life of being an underdog, of being scared, of being bullied.
Through it all, I have journeyed with resignation.
I hope that you read this tale with an eye to reminisce about a world that has passed us by. A world that was magical, but which is sadly now gone.
And I hope that you sympathise with my upbringing.
Bless you.
My mate Nev and me. - part one.
It is of my opinion that we all walk in eternity.
We are the generation after our parents, and the generation before our children.
Life is a rolling procession of fascinating events through many lives.
How many people have lived through how many generations without anyone ever recording their interesting lives? How many unique adventures have gone unrecorded?
After doing our family tree for my children, and regretting that my own Nanna hadn’t recorded the fabulous tales of the 1920’s and 1930’s that she had variously told me, I had tentatively planned to do something about it.
I finally decided to write this memoir after having my heart broken and having nothing left but my children and a handful of hope. Even so it still took me nine years to summon the courage to write about my innermost feelings and private events that were always kept behind closed doors.
How do you open up your fears, your mistreatment at the hands of others, your hopes and your dreams, your failures and your triumphs to millions of other people and, most scary of all, to your children?
It is not an easy task.
Life has not been easy to live, let alone to retell, in detail.
This is a personal record of living and growing up through the 1960’s and 1970’s, in rural East Anglia, the breadbasket of England. The land of the East Angles, of King Arthur’s battles against the Saxons, and most recently, the site of the majority of airfields that were our first defence against the Nazi threat of our most recent world war.
It is also a personal record of a life of being an underdog, of being scared, of being bullied.
Through it all, I have journeyed with resignation.
I hope that you read this tale with an eye to reminisce about a world that has passed us by. A world that was magical, but which is sadly now gone.
And I hope that you sympathise with my upbringing.
Bless you.
