The Flower Without a Name

By P.S. Greysen

Pauline Flower sees Disneyland for the first time on TV during Christmas time at home in Reading, England, in 1975. She, like everyone else at 5 years of age, dreams to one day be able to go there. Pauline holds onto this dream through her tough teenage years and onwards. But whenever she nearly touches her dream, something keeps her away. Will Pauline ever get there and experience the magic she has always dreamed of?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Jul 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781649791573

P.S. Greysen

Pauline was born and raised in Reading, England. She grew up with her two elder sisters Angela and Trish. From a very young age she formed a very close kinship to her middle sister Trisha which persists even to this day and being so far away. She worked for many years at the post office delivering mail until her dream flew her into the wonderful world of Disney. Pauline now lives in Jupiter, Florida, along with her fiancé, Christopher, and two very naughty cats. Pauline continues to keep her spirit young at heart, always dreaming of her next, and sometimes impossible, adventures in life.

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The Flower Without

a Name

P.S. Greysen

Austin Macauley Publishers

The Flower Without

a Name

About the Author

Dedication

Copyright Information ©

Acknowledgment

October 26th, 1970

About the Author

Pauline was born and raised in Reading, England. She grew up with her two elder sisters Angela and Trish. From a very young age she formed a very close kinship to her middle sister Trisha which persists even to this day and being so far away. She worked for many years at the post office delivering mail until her dream flew her into the wonderful world of Disney.

Pauline now lives in Jupiter, Florida, along with her fiancé, Christopher, and two very naughty cats. Pauline continues to keep her spirit young at heart, always dreaming of her next, and sometimes impossible, adventures in life.

Dedication

I dedicate this book to my cousin Lynda Perdue, you were the first to ever move so far away. You have inspired so many and I wish with all my heart you could have been here to read this today.

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P.S. Greysen (2021)

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Greysen, P.S.

The Flower Without a Name

ISBN 9781649791566 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781649791573 (ePub e-book)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2021911834

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Acknowledgment

Thank you to all my family and friends especially Chris, Trish, Susie and Ali who stood behind me continuously while writing this book. Thanks also Evelyn and all of the Rose & Crown crew members of 1996, especially Sally Ann.

To all who have a dream never give up hope! And to the late Walt Disney, without your vision and dream none of this would have or could have ever happened.

October 26th, 1970

It was the year 1970. So much had happened in the prior decade. Music, fashion, and even walking on the moon, so this new decade was sure to bring its own unique changes. The Fab Four were about to let it be while Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin had sadly taken the stairway to heaven. Meanwhile, in England, the biggest amount of change was about to sum away from the bob bit and shilling to simply pence. While the change was changing down a small suburb of South England, a small crowd was witnessing a very different type of change.

No, the queen had not decided to drop in for a cuppa nor was this an historical event. This change was not even TV or radio worthy, but for this little neighborhood and the weather being unusually sunny and mild for this time of year, what else would you do on a Monday afternoon? So, the small crowd continued to gather outside the number 12 of this row of terraced council houses in this street. The gossiping neighborhood mums were talking loudly while their children played happily in the street. Even up the street at the local pub, the commotion had reached there, so the regulars were casually discussing this while sipping their afternoon pints.

The reason for all this crazy commotion started just from a simple casual walk in the wooded area back behind this row of houses. Shirley, who lives with her mum and dad at number 12, had decided to take her two little ones and just herself for a short brisk walk before lunchtime. As the three of them headed quite far along the wooded trail deep into the heart of the woods, Shirley unexpectedly went into full-blown labor. By the time she was found, and thank goodness she was, she was so far along that the only thing that could be possibly done was to carry her into the house and call for an ambulance. On top of all this, if nothing else could go wrong, there was a nationwide ambulance strike going on, and no one was sure when they would arrive or, scary to even say, show up at all! Suddenly, at that exact moment, a loud, shrill, screaming wail of a siren could be heard getting louder and louder and continued its ear-splitting screech until the ambulance had parked right in front of the neighborhood crowd. The crowd watched intensely and quietly with anticipation; even the neighbors that were hiding behind their curtains were now standing full view for all to see, staring out their windows. Finally, the front door opened and the stretcher was being carefully carried out and the crowd remained eerily silent. Even the children had stopped playing and were now holding onto their mothers’ hands for comfort. Shirley was looking very flushed and tired laying there on the stretcher, but her tired eyes suddenly opened widely at the shock of the gathering crowd. Then she smiled, drew back the blanket covering her to show everyone the healthy, pink baby cradled in her arms. The crowd cheered and waved as the ambulance sped off quietly up the street, and within minutes, the street became empty again like nothing ever happened at all.

January 19th, 1971

A few months since the October incident, and for Shirley, this fresh, new year brought her to a milestone in her young life, as today she celebrated her 20th birthday. Shirley was