Chapter One, My Beginning by Harry Leslie Smith

Chapter One:

My Beginning

We were not a happy family when I was born on a cold, damp day in February 1923. When I first cried out for my mother’s breast, after a gin-soaked midwife cut my umbilical cord, my mum was both joyful and fearful over my arrival into this world.

It was understandable my mum was apprehensive about my birth because my family were de…