E. and would have liked to go on to Technical College. That dream vanished as the family needed another wage and I had to provide it. My older brother... William had poliomyelitis when young. He was weak, spending most of the time in a wheelchair and needed oxygen often so he would never be a wage earner. My wishes were naught compared to the family needs, so at six the next Monday morning I reported for duty. I became a member of a gang responsible for cleaning the engines on shed. It was filthy. As the girls walked to the stairs Clive followed to leave the food money by the door and glanced up as the girls went upstairs, he managed to get a good worms eye view of white panties and cute arses.The food arrived and the girls came running down all dressed in large tee shirts, “Daddy, do you mind us dressed like this?” Amber asked, Many thoughts ran through Clive’s mind, wondering if they had underwear on was just one of them, “Oh no Baby girl, if that’s how you all lounge about it’s fine. That's when she came across onemore article that about knocked her from her seat. "Boy 12 Thomas killedin Fire. Their home burnt down."She read though the article. Apparently her family home burnt down in afire and the boy died during it. Then her mother moved. She shut hereyes as more new memories flooded her mind. She remember that the boydid not die in a fire. He died, she was sure of that much. But sheremembers that her brother died before the fire. She remembered their last day in that. ‘I’m sorry, what, honey?’ I said, ‘I know Momma, it’s a real shame.’ We drank our bitter tea in silence. At 11 o’clock she stood up. I offered to drive her to the funeral, but she went on about something having to do with flower arrangements for the cemetery, and we departed separately. The service was almost majestic. There were red roses everywhere. The casket was up two stairs and on a pedestal, as if my father was the overseer of the proceedings as much in death as in life. He had an.