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The Day Before Yesterday: 126 - Pebbles At The Windows

...The oldest lads had a system as they were always late in on Saturday night. The last one made sure all was locked for the night. Alan was usually the latest and made the door secure. He did this one Saturday, not knowing Rod was still out there and failed to check his bed...

Gladys Schofield continues her entertaining life story.

The house stood so tall, a lightening conductor was fixed to the chimney pot as trees were in the grounds of the 'old folks home' over the wall. We also had a very large flowering cherry tree at the edge of our large lawn, so I suppose it had been put there for safety.

This Saturday morning was very humid. Cliff had to run into town taking our two youngest children with him. A storm broke while he was driving. The rain was so intense, the motorists had to draw to the side of the road, as the windscreen wipers could not take that amount of water, as torrents cascaded over the cars. Susan stayed home with me. She was always afraid of thunder and had come into the kitchen to be near me. A thunder bolt must have struck the conductor as it put the phone out of action but luckily no more harm was done that day.

David and Susan had received a tape recorder for Christmas. This was filled with all the popular groups that were beginning to make their appearance. They seemed as fond of listening to the 'top ten' as I used to be. Rod would give us a rendering of his version of 'The House of the Rising Sun'. It was his favourite. They had built a new Public House of that name, while the song was popular and named it 'The Rising Sun'. It was free drinks for everyone the first night. Alan and Rod supported this.

After two years of playing the Elizabethan tape recorder, David wanted to buy a more modern one. As he didn't have enough cash, he asked his dad if he would buy the half share he had, in the old recorder, to enable him to buy the new one. Seeing we had paid for the old one in the first place, this was a crafty move but we paid him out so we could record some of our favourites. Mine was Jim Reeves. I never heard anyone as good, it was such a pity he died early, as a lot of the good artists did.

That same Christmas, the two little ones had prams for their dolls. I seemed to be always up late on Christmas Eve finishing off tiny covers and pillows or knitting clothes for doiis. They had to be very much the same. It was like having twins but was so well worth seeing their excited faces, on Christmas morning.

The oldest lads had a system as they were always late in on Saturday night. The last one made sure all was locked for the night. Alan was usually the latest and made the door secure. He did this one Saturday, not knowing Rod was still out there and failed to check his bed.

Rod must have been very late as pebbles at the windows got no response at ail and the house was secure as a fortress. Eventually he managed to get into the garage and spent his night in our car. He didn't find it very warm and didn't make a habit of it.

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