Soon the time came for me to go to the 'big' school. This was Branston Secondary Modern which was over 4 miles away. We had to get a school bus every school morning - that was great because if it snowed the bus didn't turn up so we had a day off. I
didn't like this school very much. We met with lots of other children from all over the other villages, I found this hard leaving my little intimate village situation. I made new firm friends..played endless football games and some Cricket. We took apart an
old car and put it back together again, we made weird and wonderful things in woodwork and learnt Scottish country dancing (Lincolnshire has very deep Celtic roots). My favourite lessons were Dinner time and Games - that says it all. (It was here that
I met Tony and we joined the Navy together see Royal Navy page to continue the story!!).
During this period my father married his housekeeper. She came
in at a height of 4ft 2inches high and about the same around. She was a hard worker but beat me daily and nagged constantly. I also remember that whenever she coughed (she smoked Park Drives) she farted causing Sooty the cat to exit quickly...poor Sooty
never got used to it and it took him by surprise everytime. Because she was so wee she would come at me beneath the radar and hit me hard... Often she would chase me with the frying pan...one day I just kept running and joined the Navy. Dad never said
much because she fed him. A number of years later,after I married, dad died just short of his 80th due to a simple operation in hospital that went wrong. My wife May and I took my Step mum to live with us in Brighton (during the 80s) on condition that she
didn't touch a frying pan or suddenly attack me - She didn't settle due to my being at that time a Pastor of a large International Church and she was frightened of my darked skinned Sri Lankan friends! So we got her a place back home to her village where
some time later after a final cough and fart she died at age 89.
As I said my days at Branston School were not the best I think a lot was due to my daily beatings by my Stepmother. Despite this I was always in the A stream and always 3rd in the class
but my interests were mostly taken by playing in the schools football team and chasing girls - I had discovered that girls were much to my liking and I seemed to get on with them very well even to the extent of having two girlfriends a week - at the same time!
My one condition was that they didn't have access to a frying pan...but these escapades greatly restored my faith and liking for the opposite sex. Not only that but I was always fascinated by their simple approach to life and their lack of interest in football,
train sets and climbing trees. I was and still remain despite my years a very simple soul. I was soon to grow up rapidly and become a man.
really can't sleep and want to follow my escapades then this is the order you should read - Royal Navy - then A New Life - then Church Life
an explaination of my FAITH go to Faith - please be warned some of these pages contain
material that some may find offensive, but I make no apology for them.