Graiseley Hill (1885)
Walter walked up the top of Graiseley Hill, past the junction with Graiseley Row, at the end of the road he stopped and leant on the field gate. Behind him were the grounds of Graiseley House, on the other side the terrace houses on Graiseley Row.
The sun shone, and the thought about the different lives the people in the different houses lived, when his young grandson ran up along side him.
“All right m’boy”
“I’m not a boy, I’ll be eight soon”
He laughs, “yes you’re quite a little man”
“I am and when I’m bigger I’m going to own these fields”
“Really, hows that then?”
“I’m going to be a farmer, I’ll have sheep and cows in the fields, and hens in a barn”
“And how are you going to afford the fields”
after a thoughtful pause “I’ll earn some money to buy them”
“You’ll be lucky, there’s a new factory coming soon, mark my words, and they’ll be building more houses for the workers”
“No I don’t believe you, not on the fields”.
Sitting in the garden of The Hollies (1912)
Sarah laughed in the sunshine, her younger sister Rebecca sits down beside her on the grass.
“Did you see John this morning?”
“Yes you did, bet you did, coming up the Penn Road this morning”
“I know you’ve got eyes for him”
“Beccy, no I haven’t, don’t tell mum”
“Your blushing. he does look cute”
“No I’m not”
“Yes you are. I saw you talking to him, bet you’re going to end up marrying him.”
“Don’t say that Beccy, you don’t know anything about it”
“I know, I’m going to toss a coin, heads you’ll marry and have three little babies”
“Tails you’ll only have two children”
“Beccy stop teasing”
Beccy gets out a coin and pretends to start tossing it in the air, Sarah jumps and reaches over to grab Beccy’s hand and accidentally knocks the coin out. The coin fly into the long grass on the edge of the flowerbed.
“Sarah you idiot”, she laughs
“It wasn’t my fault you shouldn’t tease”
Beccy and Sarah start to look at the grass, but it is a large patch, and it was only a farthing. At that moment their mother calls for them from the house, and the coin is forgotten.
In the Wolverhampton Die Casting factory (1944)
“Keep the cases coming”
“Sure, next one’s coming”
“We’ve got to keep getting these out for the boys on the front line”
“I know Flo, I’m not slacking”
“I’m glad we can do this to help our boys”
“Yes, but I’m tired, I’ll be glad when it’s all over”
“It’s not going to be over unless we keep on pushing ourselves”
“Yes your right we have to keep pushing....”
“What’s up Mary?”
“Oh Flo, my boy’s been missing for two days now, I don’t know exactly where he is, somewhere in central Italy, they had a push and he got separated, I just don’t want to think of him out there on his own in the cold”
“Mary, I’m sorry, these are terrible times, but there’s nothing we can do, best thing is to try not to think about it and keep working”
“Yes put on a brave face and keep at it”.