The army quarters were big and had huge cellars. My Dad kept all of his books down there and used to read for hours great big hard backed ones with gold edges and I remember one of them caught my eye that had a bottle green cover and gold shamrocks printed all over it but I don't know what it was called as I was more interested in pestering my Dad when ever possible and of course raiding the drinks room which was filled with alcohol of all sorts I never thought of drinking the alcohol, my favourite soft drink at the time was American Ginger Aile.
The cellar was always warm, there was a big boiler room with a boiler that ate huge amounts of coal, part of the room was filled up to the top with coal, from hatch door that could be opened from the outside. I used to run down to the cellar and get as close as I dared to hear the really loud rumbling noise, and watch the coal tumble down and build up to almost the hatch door. I really wanted to climb it, but, well.... Mum,... frown,....trouble......I sometimes remembered that it wasn't a good idea.....Fire ... and the word danger in my Dads' voice popped into my head. So that was not to be !
There was one day I had decided to go down to the cellar where I had the biggest shock of my life and to this day I am scared , there He was, my big, horrid , rotten , git of a brother using my only Teddy Bear as a punch bag ! Was he angry with me ? Was he angry with life ? Had he been told off ? ...........or was he just a great big pig! I will always love you Johny, but you went way over the Teddy Bear line. and as Elvis said ' You can do anything, but lay off of my blue Swed shoes'.
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