WJHAT AILS THEE JOCK
Famous first words
Thomas Carlyle never spoke at all until he was two. Then one day he heard his brother crying and asked,
“What ails thee, Jock?”
I can’t remember my first words, probably they were something like,
“Are we there yet.?”. On second thoughts, that can’t be the case because we didn’t have a car until I was about 11 years of age, the same year I was given an encyclopaedia of natural history edited by the splendidly named Professor Bertha Morris Parker. I still have it, and 60 years later still read it from time to time.
I can remember one of my first sentences (very apt word sentence.) dating from my first day at school
“Thank you Miss Chalk, it’s very nice here but I don’t think I will be coming back again.”
Why a four year old boy who thought his name was “Shaddup” until he arrived at school was so keen to stay at home is hard to explain.(The more astute reader will draw their own conclusion)
I was quite introverted as a child and read books voraciously, mostly non fiction from the library and peculiarly, from a cupboard in the parish hall of the local Baptist church where we ate our foul school dinners. Mostly national geographic magazines, illustrated London news and a wonderful collection of books about the Norse gods, folk tales and legends of yesteryear…
I could read and write by the time I went to school, thanks to my namesake, my father’s brother a seaman who spent his times ashore with us and who spent endless hours coaching me. I would have been even more advanced if he hadn’t come home from the pub and be sick on the lino once too often. After that he went to live with his sister and her 4 boys…
Talking of boys, my uncle gave me & my brother & sister a half a crown (12 ½ p) every trip. This half a crown was very quickly wasted on sweets from Mr Michael‘s, a Greek Cypriot who ran the local general store.
“ Give me 6 bars of “Six Boys” chocolate bars please Mr Michael”.
“Don’t sell ‘em” He seemed to be having a private joke with Mrs Michael.
“ Yes you do, “ I pointed to the display of bars under the glass counter.
“ They’re Five Boys, you asked for Six Boys”. I didn’t think it was funny & they were still laughing as I abandoned my trip and put the money into my savings book at the post office.
I didn’t go into the next door sweet shop because the proprietor short-changed me when I first visited his shop.
When I joined the boys brigade &we had a parade in the Baptist Church I wasn’t surprised to see this same individual over seeing the cash offerings & looking very pleased with himself.
I was put off Churches until my 30s.

