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Jack Shallow
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Memories of Grandad Jack (approx. summer 1974)
There was a family day out in Clark's Gardens, near Allerton, Liverpool. I was just a child and was having fun playing rounders. Everyone was involved. My cousin, Paul decided it was HIS ball and grabbed it so no-one could play. This meant that the grown-ups: Pat and Mike, Lilly (I'm not sure who else) decided to call the day off and we all had to pack up "Time to go home!" I was so upset at the unfairness of it all. Everyone was happy and then his tantrum had caused discord and it felt like they had succumbed to his naughty behaviour. Consequently, I was classed as the naughty one and they decided my treatment was to be 'left behind' at the park. I was unrelenting so they all jumped in the car and drove off! Imagine! (I think this could have been the start of my independence). Anyway, after this, I planned to ask someone to take me home by eyeing first an old man and then a couple in a red shiny sports car. As I sharply set off someone grabbed me from behind the tree and I screamed in terror. It turned out that Nana Lily had been behind a tree and not driven off and that it was just a family plot to teach me a lesson. I bawled in the car all the way home. The point of the tale is that Grandad Jack had not been on the day out but when we returned to Moses Street, he was standing on the doorstop. I bolted out of the car and buried my face in his woollen cardigan which had always smelled of tobacco. I was unconsolable and he was mystified. I will always remember his kindness and how gentle he was with me that day, when it felt like the whole world had turned against me.