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  • My view of Cowbird is much the same as that expressed so well by Ray.I read all of his experiences in life and I am thankful that it is a path That I have not been down,probably due to different circumstances but more to a different age.I do not love everything written,some cause a tear,many cause a laugh or smile,but everything I read has some effect.
    I was born in the early 1930's,a period of great uncertainty.It was thought there would be another war coming and we were still recovering from the last.Peoples attitudes to life differed by only which side of the fence you were born on,we still doffed our caps to the Lord of the Manor and to his family.
    I was not intended to be born,just a little mistake,a seed planted at the wrong time in the wrong place.In those days the term was "wrong side of the blanket.It was considered a disgrace,not for the father,he went his way looking for the next available,but for the mother and child.
    Don't get me wrong,I am not ashamed or angry in any way at my mother she was a lovely person.There are so many that say so,but like many at that period in time she was ruled by family.She was the breadwinner of the family and as such,she was ordered to get rid of the problem,luckily I was placed in the right kind of care.
    At six months I was placed with a foster mother,not a cruel woman,just someone paid (very little in those days)to rear me up to the age of six,when I would enter the school.
    I actually entered a little early as I suffered badly from Bronchial pneumonia and went in six months early.
    School was brutal,most were in those days,(add to that the type of school...boarding with no holidays) mainly because a lot of the older ones carried a chip on their shoulders a mile high about their birth.For me school gave me a reason to survive all that,it gave me education,a desire to learn.I don't think I excelled,my knuckles bore scars for many years.Whatever you did,writing left handed was a definite crime,i am now ambidextrous because of those ebony ruler years.Not regretted now as it has served me well.It was only on leaving school that I encountered my first problem relating to my birth.On leaving we were given lodgings and a job,I had lodgings in Camden Town in London and a warehouse job in Tottenham Court Road.From the start I was abused verbally "that bastard in the corner" and a little later sexually.Apparently I was expected to to tolerate this,after all I was only some little bastard.
    Many of you read this as a swear word but in this instance it is not the case,it is the correct word for someone who is born with one parent,the mother.
    I got out of there as fast as I could,leaving a guy crying in the corner,I don't think he thought it could hurt as much being clouted there.I was moved straight away to a place in the country,where several of my former schoolmates were lodged.I decided then,I was going to do something with my life,to make my mother proud of me.I went ahead to secure an apprenticeship.
    The first attempt at a mechanical apprenticeship failed,because according to the interviewer I went to the wrong sort of school.My second attempt succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.I entered the very new world of Electronics,it was told to me that my education had been brilliant,well above average at that time.I studied hard,very little money..far less than my friends were getting,but I had a goal in life.
    I succeeded due to a lot of help and encouragement,failed miserably in some things but came through to become a fairly proficient Technical Author at the moment when computers began to change and made a good living at it.My writing ability was rubbish,still is,but I had the knowledge and a good secretary.
    The end of the story comes many years later,I have never had a chip on my shoulder or ever thought my upbringing was better or worse than others,just siezed an opportunity when it arrived.
    I found out a few years ago,that I had family,I will admit that foolishly I put this information in a cupboard,like Pandora's box with a tightly shut door.I got very friendly with someone,who somehow wheedled my story out of me and gave me the impetus to seek contact with my family,seven brothers and a sister,living in Canada.
    Far enough away I thought not to cause any problems,I have made that contact and it is the stories I read in Cowbird that have helped me see things so differently.There is a happy ending in sight,once finance becomes available,I am going to meet with my Family and I will share it with the world.
    I owe a lot to reading about people like Ray,his ups and very low downs.Mainly though how he has managed to get out of his personal gutter and to stand tall.
    I am very fortunate to have Cowbird there for me,and very proud to be able to put my thoughts there for you to to read..thank you.
    No bitterness just the joy of life.
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