Cousins, Classmates and a Dog Called Rover
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Rachel Larkinson
Rachel Larkinson grew up in the Lincolnshire Fens, attended Spalding High School and then read Classics at St Anne’s College, Oxford. Some years later, she was awarded a BD degree at London University and an MPhil from Sheffield. She has held posts in teaching and community work in different parts of England and lived for four years in Sierra Leone. She and her husband have three grown-up children and two grandchildren, and are now living in rural Hampshire.
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Cousins, Classmates and a Dog Called Rover - Rachel Larkinson
About the Author
Rachel Larkinson grew up in the Lincolnshire Fens, attended Spalding High School and then read Classics at St Anne’s College, Oxford. Some years later, she was awarded a BD degree at London University and an MPhil from Sheffield. She has held posts in teaching and community work in different parts of England and lived for four years in Sierra Leone. She and her husband have three grown-up children and two grandchildren, and are now living in rural Hampshire.
Dedication
Dedicated to Rose and Zara, with love.
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Chapter 1
July 1956, The First Day of the
School Holidays
It was the first day of the school Summer holidays and the sun was shining. I felt so happy, thinking of all those weeks ahead with no school, no boring lessons, and the freedom to do as we liked. I was going round to play with my friend, Ann, but first I was going to take our dog, Rover, for a walk. I was ten now, and Mum and Dad let me take him out around our village on my own, as there were not many cars or lorries in those days, so it was quite safe.
Rover was a black mongrel dog, friendly and full of energy but rather big for our little house, so he had a kennel in the yard and he was always very pleased to be taken out. We lived in a terraced house, which means the houses were all joined together and to get to the back yard you had to go down a rather dark and spooky passage. I always used to run through as fast as I could. You could go in the front door, but if you brought mud in on your shoes you would be in trouble from Mum, so we didn’t use the front door much. The road was called Victoria Terrace. We didn’t have a garden, just a back yard and the lavatory was outside, across the yard. The other thing I remember about those days was that all the houses were black as you looked down the street, because of the soot from chimneys and the steam trains on the nearby railway. We all had coal fires in those days in our downstairs rooms, but upstairs, the bedrooms were freezing in winter and the frost made beautiful patterns on the windows.
My name is Susan, but family and friends often call me Susie. My family were just ordinary people I suppose, but very special to me. Dad was a builder and had a lot of work to do, as it was still not very long after the war (as we called the Second World War) and there were many families in need of houses after so many had been destroyed by bombs. Mum worked part-time as a hairdresser, so, of course, she always cut our hair. I was the eldest in the family and I had two younger brothers; Barry, who was eight, and Bobby, who was six. They were often naughty and I used to look after them and try to keep them out of trouble.
Our village was called Long Rushton and it was quite large. There were several shops and pubs, a church and chapel, and a railway station. But what I liked best was that it had a river. I would take Rover for his walk up to the river bank, where he could come off the lead and run free. He loved that and I felt good too, away from our crowded home and noisy family, just me, alone in the wind and sunshine.
That day in 1956 is one I will always remember. I had a great time at Ann’s, playing in their garden on the swing her father had made, trying out her roller-skates in her road, and then we took her dolls into the corner of the garden and organised a party for them. Ann’s mum brought out sandwiches for our lunch with red fizzy pop to drink and we pretended it was wine for the dolls.
Eventually it was time to go home for tea. Mum had got some chips from the chip-shop, which usually was my favourite, but I couldn’t help feeling there was a funny atmosphere in the house. Then after tea, Mum made me sit down because she wanted to talk to me. I felt worried, because she looked so serious.
First she told me what seemed like good news.
‘We are going to move to another house,’ she said. ‘We have been given a council house in the village, in