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Burning Chalk (Yes it burns!)
October 11th, 2009 | 
Author: I was a prankster as a kid and to some extent I am now, but somehow maturity and fear cause me to think twice too often now. By the time I had reached the ninth or tenth grade I had learned that secrets shared by more than one person were not really secrets. The prank I describe below was done by me in complete confidence as I did not tell a soul about it until a year or so ago. This is a secret I’ve held for many years.
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If you don’t loik sugar!
Well I guess I should add one of my Dad’s stories as well. Before my family left England when I was the ripe old age of ten, my Father traveled on business from time to time, I recall him returning from a trip when I was perhaps seven or eight. He spoke of the Bed & Breakfast at which he stayed. The room in which he rested had no lock and of course the bathroom was down the hall.
Tags: Us is them, we what knows!
This is really one of my mother’s stories about her younger days. She told this story often as I was growing up, so I add it here to help you understand my roots. Growing up in England, Mum tells the tale of her father buying the family’s first radio. I would guess that the year would have been 1930 or perhaps a little earlier. The family would gather around the radio and listen nightly to news, music, etc.
The Coronation
I did write a book a few years ago (now out of print) and it opened with this tale.
I was six years old, the year was 1953 and this story is one of the earliest memories. My dad built our family’s first television set. Dad was always involved and industrious, whether with the church choir, building a hall for the Boy Scouts or helping out at the library, he was always involved. He had come across an article in a magazine. I believe it was called Wireless World. The article showed a method of building a TV from a WW II military surplus radar set. I can recall being in my dad’s workshop while this TV of the future, the monstrosity, was being built.
And so it begins …
It all started for me on May 3rd, 1947 and it has not ended yet!
Life began for Chris Cane near Bristol England in the village of Patchway. I’m told that I was born in Filton but I don’t remeber that! The war was over, my folks Peter Raymond Cane and Joan Mary Cane (nee Lewis) were married on April 22nd 1946 conveniently a few months more than nine months before my happening. In this blog you’ll find some tales about my early life in England. My first memory was this one or was it this one?
Gotta work on this…
One day !
