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There's Something In The Parlour!
This is a collection of poems based mainly on Pat’s life experiences told in rhyme clearly portray all the imagery and her outlook on life. It starts off on her life as a child brought up in the forties in a coal mining village. All her raw emotions are clearly apparent throughout the book with poems that covers life as she saw it through a child’s eyes in the 1940’s. it is full of both sad and happy memories telling what life was like then for a child (without TV etc.) when they had freedom to go out to play without the danger of crossing roads or any other of the modern day fears. It portrays life within the coal mining Village the strong community with the Village folk even taking a weeks holiday together at the coast. This follows on through the 50's which for Pat in her teen years was a very sad time with the loss of her first husband ... but life went on and the book goes on also to tell about her finding love again re-marrying all the joys of having a family and the struggles of raising a family through hardship the Thatcher years when the miners were on strike and then the pit closures Showing how the death of an old way of life brought about a new beginning for her and Tony with moving to run their own seaside holiday Hotel Anatolia in Scarborough. Intertwined throughout the book there is also many poems on varies subjects, on all emotions good and bad, funny and sad... making this a really great book to be enjoyed again and again with each reading giving further delight, it is a book that will enhance any collection!
My Something In The Parlour Video
is very apparent throughout the entire book with most poems being about the true to life funny experiences she has had and seen.
Her genuine down to earth approach about life and living her great love of travel is clearly seen.Within this books read expect to be moved in all directions.
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From childhood Pat attended both church and chapel, and her love of God she portrays clearly in all her poems in the hope to inspire others!
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Because he was sent down the mine at TEN,
Every shift spent, in that black hole of a den.
Resting after a bath in a tin, Then after a plate of his mothers stew.
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He'd go to bed, and how the hours flew.
Each morning before daylight begun,
Never seeing the sun, to the pit he’d run.
Ready to face another long day,
Yearning to be able to just go play!
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Friends too, were in the same boat,
All of them wearing a dirty old coat,
Raggy trousers with holes in the knees,
Not much protection in a winter breeze.
So together they clung emotionally,
With a camaraderie to last, eternally.
Only to be broken by a tragic end
Real old age, wasn't a friend.
Taken early by accident or miners cough,
Hard working, honest men, who found life rough!
Through struggle, work and toil,we can climb up from the soil,
To face the storms there is in life, to bloom in spite of strife.
To flower with Soul seeing the light, that comes from God Shining bright!
Don't lose heart if you should fall, for with living bad times hit us all.
It's how we pick ourselves back up, that fills our life's precious cup!
THE MINER'S DAY OUT
When the miners club had a family day out,
They voted for the seaside without a doubt,
Then on the day families all walked together,
Children laughing whatever the weather!
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To catch the train hired just for the day,
That seemed to take the whole village away,
Then once on board with their Moms sat down
The kids looked out the windows at every town,
The length of the train made them marvel too,
When going round a bend seeing the backend too.
And the chugging of the train it seemed to say,
“We’ll soon be there” in a rhythmic way!
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Then those with head out the windows would be,
Spit washed by Mom to get the soot off you see
On arrival at the seaside all then would go,
Down to the beach that they loved so,
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Mom’s sat in deck chairs while dads wandered off,
To get something, they all said, for their cough!
Moms knowing what their something would be,
Said “Don’t dare be drunk when you come to me”
The kids ran about playing on the seashore,
Paddling, splashing and fishing for crabs galore,
Young girls in swimsuits were chased by lads who,
Thought, “They look good, by gum they do!
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Then Dads would turn up at half past three,
For with the pubs shut then, they wanted be,
Paddling with wife and kids in the sea,
So they rolled their trousers up to the knee!
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Then because the sun made them hot and red,
They wet their knotted hanky and put it on their head,
Walking back to the deckchairs all hand in hand,
To picnic with the families there on the sand!
Then a walk on the sea front for an oyster or two,
With kids having a candyfloss and an ice cream too,
The pubs then would open for the dads to get a bottle,
For the train back to pour down their throttle!
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Well lubricated they would then sing a song,
Always one that all could sing along,
Daisy, Daisy, Roll out the barrel, loving you,
Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside, too!
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Toddlers and babes fell asleep on the knee,
Happily on the way back exhaustedly!
Then once back home everyone would agree,
What a wonderful day they’d had by the sea! 
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