Before Churchill took the railings, evacuees
from Liverpool were lined up by the park
one September Sunday afternoon.
Local residents queued to take their pick.
Innocent days! My widowed Granny
and two spinster aunties – ex-Scousers
(though Toxteth Park not Scottie Road),
the sisters Great War collateral damage –
lined up to do their duty. They couldn’t cope.
The one they chose used the ‘f word’
and wet the bed. They gave her back
– and mentioned her, and what she might
have been, until they died.
Note: the piece has been subsequently published in ‘A Jar of Sticklebacks’ – http://www.armadillocentral.com/general/a-jar-of-sticklebacks-by-david-selzer