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  • I grew in the cool shade of Radio 4 playing in the mid afternoon. I'd be home from school in blue uniform, long hair plaited quietly reserved down my back. My mother would be kneading bread or preparing the food waste for the compost in the garden. I would sit in the warmth of the kitchen, finish my homework quickly and listen to the sonorous voice of Alistair Cooke speaking of things that I'd been led to believe in polite conversation, were the world of men.
    It didn't matter, as a 9, 10, 11 year old he spoke directly to me. That tone that spoke of my right to understand this place I had been gorging on since I could remember.

    J D Salinger, Walt Whitman, Judy Bloom, S E Hinton - I'd read them all by then, not so much as literature but as voices I loved.

    My America.

    The radio programme spanned near 60 years. A wry, humorous and often poignant look at the topical issues of America for the day. Maybe this is the reason that I have settled into cowbird so nicely. I like to listen. There is a world out there that is strange AND familiar.

    But first I must finish my homework.
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