Sad, sad day, for all of us the day North left Town.
Newspaper write about' Better days ahead'. Some waited but better never arrived.
Day's of just enough arrived again.
But many forgotten how to survive the 'Days of just enough'.
But if you had been there in that period.
Day's of just enough lessons learned...not be forgotten. Day's when cut the `mould of cheese `, ate what remained.
Day's when sat in pub, hoping no one sees...`Two of you sharing a meal`.
We got by. But make no mistakes.
I do not miss the hungry years.
My resilience is well developed.
Know how to steward well, use resources to best advantage.
Not wasteful, could be more grateful.
Overnight for myself like others, skill base we was apprenticed into was no longer viable nor wanted
So we reimagined future, reconstruction was acquired, reset our objectives for economic well being.
Attempted to move away from poverty`s grip, but poverty a harsh mistress likes to keep sidling's close.
From old days.
Journeyed onwards.
Retrained.
Re-educated.
Rehousing in
different place.
Remained sad sad day for all of us. The day we left the Northern area. To meet up with Northern values in non northern places.
Those that remained still waiting.
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