By the autumn of 1930, my family had lived rough in doss houses for two years. We had upped sticks half a dozen times, and because of it, nothing felt permanent or secure to me.
We are already headed back there. The stranglehold of neoliberalism is too tight. I hate the half of the country that voted for the return of child poverty, starvation wages and class-based mean-spiritedness, leading to fascism as the entitled kick down and never up.
"But it left fire marks of shame and self-loathing on the beams that held my personality together."
He obviously took that horror and turned it to good. Your father was an incredibly strong person to to overcome (for the most part) the disaster he and his family lived through. His father was a lovely guy too.
We are already headed back there. The stranglehold of neoliberalism is too tight. I hate the half of the country that voted for the return of child poverty, starvation wages and class-based mean-spiritedness, leading to fascism as the entitled kick down and never up.
Hard times. I think we are going to go back to them. Your father was a survivor.
Maybe by 2030 things will improve.
Excellent series of posts re your dad.
Will you make this all into a book? You should do.
Yes it will become a book. Thanks, John
"But it left fire marks of shame and self-loathing on the beams that held my personality together."
He obviously took that horror and turned it to good. Your father was an incredibly strong person to to overcome (for the most part) the disaster he and his family lived through. His father was a lovely guy too.