were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about
left us to go to London and find a new life for himself and we moved
up to Slad on a carriers cart one June morning.
was wrapped in a Union Jack and all my sisters in their long white
pinafores went bundling down the bank and crying out with pleasure
at the blackcurrants and redcurrants in the wild garden.
all lived in this nest together shouting and singing and knocking
each other over and getting in each other's way and laughing
and corralling and protecting each other.
last among the long grass and I'd never seen long grass and never
been on my own and out of sight of humans before.
back my head and howled and they came and found me and carried me
down - into this wildly controlled domestic life which was and remained
the welcome and nourishing little kitchen life that we spent all
my developing years in, watched over by these three lovely sisters
Marjorie, Dot and Phil, and my my scatty and brilliant and eccentric
but fascinating madcap of a mother.
had a hard time and she carried my father's children by his first
wife who died young and his children by her and we all lived in
this nest together shouting and singing and knocking each other
over and getting in each other's way and laughing and corralling
and protecting each other.
house is still down the bank, still very unchanged, except that
there are new people, nice people living there.
liked to think it belonged to a minor squire because it is quite
a large house but when we got there it was shaped like a T and we
lived in the downstroke.
cross-stroke was inhabited by two old ladies and they used to communicated
with each other by brooms banging on the floor and knocking on the
called each other 'er up-a top' and 'er down under' and they lived
this wonderful life of close enmity and when one died the other
didn't survive and they both died in their nineties.
Lee on his school days
Lee on Cider With Rosie
Lee on the Spanish Civil War
Lee on his favourite place - the Slad Valley