My Life in Rhyme

By Ray Thomson

This is a book which looks at the life and times, in the period of 1950-60. Its about how life treated you, how times were tough nearly always on the bread line,the structure of life was up to you, how you had to behave to your parents and other elders, especially the local bobby, where to know your place basically it was respect for your elders.
This is a true tale of how it was to be growing up in the early days, sometimes it got better and sometimes it did get worse, but I was always look on the bright side, and smile,
This book tells the story with some humour, you needed that to get through life safely. I was always told to tell the truth, so I have always stuck to that policy

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jul 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456779702

Ray Thomson

I am just an ordinary person , I have been pointed in the right direction because of the past, The way that I was brought up. It all leads to the way you look at life, and how you respond?

Book preview

The Beginning

I was born in the year of forty seven,

With National health my mum was in heaven.

With me in her arms as a baby,

My mum said no more not even maybe?

My up bringing was hard and tough,

Money was scarce and not enough.

I always had a clean nappy,

And our family was always very happy.

Life could be easy or very hard

Whether you where dealt a good or bad card,

I never knew how my mum was able,

To get food on the dinner table.

My trousers were so short for school,

I was looked on as if an idiot or fool.

It was not till I reached the age eleven,

That I wore long trousers oh! What heaven.

I was born in the afternoon at five thirty,

The day was dull and rather dirty.

To a mother and father so bold,

For me my life was about to unfold.

My First School

My schooling started at Ludlow,

Mum thought that my stature would grow.

Mrs Adams was our Head Mistress,

Of what that she was thinking you had to guess?

With a face like leather and looks she did lack,

If you were naughty, she would give you a smack.

If you did very good in your three R’s,

Next to your name on the board you would get stars.

We entered this room with pictures all around,

The teacher said Sit down and not a sound?

The teacher called the register names one by one,

Not till all the names were called was the job done.

With my hand in the air and words all of a muddle,

I was so frightened that I might make a puddle.

The teacher said Robert take Raymond out there,

Robert said toilet miss yes yes you know where?

The playground had painted hoops, squares, and lines,

And painted on the toilet walls there where funny signs?

They were all road signs for us to learn,

To remember, what they meant when asked in turn.

This big building looked down on us all,

With lots of windows, and it was very tall.

It was the hospital in Farnham road,

With the sun on the windows they glowed.

After breaking my leg I went back to school,

Mrs Adams said don’t treat me like a fool.

Don’t come here saying that you are lame,

You will be treated like everyone just the same.

We had a teacher Mrs Cotton she was very nice,

For her I drew a picture to get it right I did it twice.

At Christmas we made some paper chains,

Instead I wanted to make paper planes?

We all had our pictures taken one day,

I sat at a table they said look this way

My hands where on a large wooden train,

Looking that way in my neck I got a pain?

On a frosty morning on the way to school,

I bent a twig into a loop to make a spool.

Collecting all the cobwebs covered in dew,

The more that I got the bigger it grew

When I was about six, I was in the school play

I had to sort out a manger with its hay.

One of the King’s did get sick that week,

To fill the part, for me they did seek.

My part was the King, who came with Myrrh,

Part of the costume, the collar was of fur.

I might have looked the part, but I felt a ninny,

With a towel on my head, and wearing a pinney.

I had to sing my song out loud,

My mum, I think was very proud?

I was told that all had gone well that day,

Even the donkey, didn’t mess in the hay.

I was