This is the fifth part of a fiction serial, in 735 words.
One of the things that Vera soon discovered about school was that the friends you start out with are not always the ones you end up with. After a couple of years, she had bonded with Kathy Frazer, a girl she hadn’t known very well before. As the twins and Lizzie began to fade away, Vera spent a lot of her free time with Kathy, often in each other’s houses. Kathy’s dad was from Belfast. He had stayed in England after fighting in France during the war. Kathy said it was because he hated Catholics, and didn’t want to go back to Belfast. He got a job on the docks as a Dock Policeman, which made him pretty unpopular in the area, as so many men worked as dockers and stevedores.
Vera couldn’t understand much of what he said, due to his heavy accent. He called her ‘Virrah’, and his wife Lilian had to translate anything else he said. But he was a kind dad, and friendly too, even though Vera’s dad Albert had told her to “watch him”. Any police were always avoided by the people she knew, especially the Dock Police. Kathy was good at sums, and Vera best in English. So they helped each other whenever they could. Neither of the girls was too bothered about academic prowess though. By the age of nine, Vera was already expected to go and work with her mum Elsie at the jam factory when she finished school. Elsie had told her that she would get her a good job there when she was fourteen. Kathy had an idea to become a nurse, and used to practice looking after her dolls, pretending they were ill.
The best thing about Vera’s day was when her dad got home from work. Sometimes, he might have made her something from scrap iron. Perhaps a small animal in relief, or a simple bracelet that was special to her. She would sit on his lap as he rolled his cigarette, and turn her face away from the cloud of bitter smoke that he exhaled as he lit it. He rarely had a beer with his dinner, but if he did, Vera would rush to bring the bottle opener and glass, asking if she could be given the job of opening it, and pouring it. Her dad always forgave her when the foam was too high in the glass. He would wink at her and say, “It tastes better when you pour it, Vera love.”
She loved both her parents, but mum as always the one who moaned about having a tidy room, washing properly all over, and keeping her clothes clean at school. Dad never bothered with that stuff, and was just pleased to see her, hugging her tight once she had climbed up on his lap. He would tell her, “You’re my girl, Vera love”.
Not long after her ninth birthday, she learned that her sister Vivian was pregnant. Dad made her laugh when he said, “That Roy took his time, probably too busy running his hands through his hair”. Viv came and sat in the bedroom, explaining that she was going to have a baby in the summer, propbably in August. She told Vera that she would become an aunt, which seemed very strange to a girl who was only nine. Viv told her not to worry. “By the time she is your age, you will be nearly twenty, and she will think of you as Auntie Vera.” Young Vera wasn’t so sure that was a good thing, but she hugged and kissed her sister anyway.
Teddy came home on leave that summer. Vera blushed a bit when she saw him, as he was sun-tanned, so good-looking, and grown up. When he hugged and kissed her, she flushed with embarrassment, realising that she hardly knew her big brother. He brought her a porcelain-faced doll with a Chinese face, and a blue dress. Albert hung a curtain between the beds in her room, and Teddy slept on the smaller bed. Vera felt strangely grown up when mum told her she shouldn’t get dressed or undressed in front of him. “You’re a young lady now, Vera love. Teddy doesn’t need to see you in your underwear”.
He was only home for eight days that time, and Vera felt really sad when he went back to sea.
Lovely episode, Pete. Well done!
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Thanks, Jennie. I am enjoying writing this serial.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That’s good to hear, Pete. Knowing the blogger is having as much pleasure as the reader is win-win.
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This is lovely, Pete very well told with lots of detail 🙂
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Thanks, Carol. It is proving popular with readers so far, and also allowing me to wallow in the nostalgia of my youth. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Continue to wallow Pete… x
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This one is coming along smoothly, Pete. 🙂
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Thanks, GP. Glad you think so.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I always told you I was not a professional writer, so I only know what I like. I’m happy that’s good enough for you.
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It always is, GP.
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I’m loving this series, Pete! I love the carefully crafted details and how you whisk us back in time. It seems that you are in your element here.
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Thanks, Margie. I suppose it is easier for me to do this, as it is a mixture of the times of my grandparents, my mum, and me. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you Pete…great story.
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That’s very kind. I am happy that you are enjoying it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Another wonderful installment Pete.😊
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That’s good to hear, Kim. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well crafted, Pete
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Thanks very much, Sue. Glad you think so.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I do
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We are approaching The Great Depression. that changed a whole lot of lives. Strangely, it didn’t change others. Warmest regards, Theo
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In England, if you had a job that wasn’t affected by the drop in demand, it could even have the opposite effect. But they won’t be untouched, I’m sure.
Best wishes, Pete.
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One of my grandfathers was a cemetery caretaker, the other a self-employed mechanic. They had vastly different experiences during the Great Depression. Warmest regards, Theo
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Vera’s parents were lucky. Their choice of occupation kept them in employment.
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) Dockers wear khaki garments.
(2) I once saw a docker do little things to annoy shore birds, sea lions, crabs, and other critters. But they didn’t talk about it.
(3) “Never get into a scrap with iron animals. Especially if it’s an iron horse.” (Source: “Wild West Words of Wisdom”)
(4) Locomotives created so much smoke that it made the clouds bitter. But the locomotives didn’t care. They turned their face away from the bitter clouds, and kept on rolling down the track.
(5) Analysis…
Dorothy Gale: Emerald City (rumored to be a product of the imagination)
Vera Dodds: Vera City (rumored to be an actual place) [But Vera may have started the rumor.]
(6) According to my notes, Vera eventually married a young man named Lee. Whenever they went to church on Sundays, they felt the pastor was speaking directly to them: “Vera, Lee, I say unto thee…”
(7) Vera shouldn’t be seen in her underwear. Moreover, she shouldn’t sleep with Teddy bare.
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‘Verily I say unto thee’. Now that was an unexpected diversion, David!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Aw Vera’s a daddy’s girl 😊
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Aren’t they all? 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes, except those of us who didn’t have one 😊
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Well told story, Pete…as always
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Thanks, John. I am happier now that it isn’t horror. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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