POEMS ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD
Sue Lyle
I was born in 1950 and grew up in Middlesex in
a working class nuclear family that included me, my parents and my younger
brother. We lived in my parents’ home town and my mother’s two sisters and
their families lived nearby as did her parents. My father’s mother also lived
nearby – she was my Nan. These poems reflect some of my memories of growing up.
These poems are inspired by the poems of Michael Rosen.
MY NAN
COURTING
When they were
courting
My Mum sat on my Dad’s
knee in his mother’s front room
My Nan came in
‘I’m sure you’d be
much more comfortable on the chair Kathleen dear’.
My mother never forgot
that.
SUNDAY LUNCH WITH MY
NAN
Before we go:
You can’t wear your bell-bottomed trousers to your nan’s
They remind her of sailors – the scum of the earth
You can’t wear that mini-skirt
If you bend over everyone will know what you had for breakfast
I don’t care if it is a Biba dress.
It looks like a maternity smock – she’ll think you’re in the family way.
Just wear a nice dress
ON THE WAY TO SUNDAY
LUNCH WITH MY NAN
Every six weeks we
went to my dad’s mum for Sunday lunch
It would start in the
car
I won’t be able to eat the cabbage
Anyway there’s no point in eating cabbage that’s been boiled for two
hours – there’s no vitamins left.
Why can’t your mother heat the plates – I can’t stand cold food
If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s cold lamb –
why does she carve it an hour before we eat it?
I mean, what’s the point – a roast dinner should be hot
Not cold meat with lukewarm gravy
Why do we always have lamb?
‘Don’t make a fuss
says’ my dad, ‘she does her best’
That’s not the point
I like to enjoy my Sunday dinner
DURING SUNDAY LUNCH AT
MY NAN’S
At my Nan’s for Sunday
lunch Mum picks at her dinner
‘Don’t you like your
dinner Kathleen,’ says my Nan
‘I prefer my dinner
hot’ says my mum
‘It’s lovely’ says dad
‘Yes, lovely’ I say
My brother looks from
mum to dad and says nothing.
AFTER SUNDAY LUNCH
WITH MY NAN
My brother and I have
to sit in the front room
Dad falls asleep in
the chair
Nan reads the Sunday
papers
Mum reads Woman’s Own
And sighs
We have to be ‘seen
and not heard’
We’re not allowed out
to play ‘cos it’s Sunday
MY NAN’S LEGACY
My nan was from Devon
She made Devonshire
puddings
Not Yorkshire’s, but
Devonshire’s
Devonshire’s are my Nan’s
most enduring legacy
I learnt to make
Devonshire’s from my nan
All my children can
make Devonshire’s
Whenever we have a
roast the cry goes up
Are we having
Devonshire’s?
Devonshire’s say the
uninitiated, don’t you mean Yorkshire’s?
No Devonshire’s,
they’re made with suet, they are crunchy on the outside,
Soft on the inside, my
mum’s Nan made them, she was from Devon.
I have never met
anyone who doesn’t love Devonshire’s – thanks Nan.
MY MUM
TEA
If you didn’t like the
tea someone made you
You would walk to the
sink and throw it away
‘I wish you wouldn’t
do that.’ said my father
‘I’m sorry, but I’m
not drinking stewed tea
I’d rather make it
myself’
And you did.
FOOD AND FRIENDS
My mother judged my
friends by what they ate
At Adele’s house we
made
Vesta prawn curry and
Butterscotch Instant Whip
Lovely.
‘What did you have for
tea?’ my mother would ask.
‘Lamb chop, peas and potatoes’
‘Mmm, lovely,’ she’d
reply.
FOOD AND FRIENDS 2
I don’t want you going
to Sheryl Stein’s house
Why not?
Why?
She’s my friend
I like her
I’m not having you
eating beans on toast every time.
We don’t eat from tins
in this house
She can come here and
have a proper tea if you like
But you’re not going
there.
Sheryl Stein’s parents
got divorced
They were the only
family we knew that got divorced
‘I’m not surprised,’
said my mother
‘She dyed her hair red.’
MAKING LUNCH
My mother shopped
every day
‘Your father likes
fresh food on his plate’
Up to Kingshill Avenue
Butcher
Greengrocer
Baker
Grocer
Come home, cook a
proper lunch
And a pudding
Lovely puddings
Roly Poly
Spotted Dick
Lemon sponge with lemon sauce
Raspberries with junket
Bread and butter pudding
Apple pie
Suet pudding
Lemon meringue
Trifle
Baked apple
Treacle tart
Jam sponge with custard
Comfort food.
LUNCHTIMES
Lunch in our house
went like this:
Monday – Cold meat and pickles, mash
Tuesday – Shepherd’s pie
Wednesday – Liver and bacon
casserole
Thursday – Stuffed hearts
Friday – Fish and chips (home made)
Saturday – Chops, mash and gravy
Sunday – Roast
For tea in winter we
had:
Egg on toast
Cod’s roe on toast
Cheese on toast
Sausage or bacon rolls
In summer we had:
Tomato and salad cream sandwiches
Egg sandwiches
Cheese sandwiches
Paste sandwiches
And cake:
Sponge cake
Fruit cake
Marble cake
Fairy cakes
Madeira cake
All home made.
MY MOTHER DIDN’T WORK
My mother didn’t work
Everyday she made
breakfast
Took us to school
Made the beds
Went shopping
Cooked lunch
Washed up
Hoovered through
In winter she also:
Lit the fire
Stoked up the boiler
Fetched in the coal and coke
Hung our clothes around the fire to warm up
Boiled water on the stove and took it upstairs for our wash
On Mondays she also
Did the washing in her twin-tub
On Tuesday she
Did the ironing before her sisters came to visit
On Wednesday
She did the polishing and scrubbed the floors
On Thursday
She did the big shop
On Friday her mum came
to tea.
Saturday was baking
day
Sunday we went to the
country after lunch for some fresh air
My mum didn’t work
MY MUM’S JOB
When my brother and I
were both at secondary school
My mother got a little
job.
Serving in a sweet
shop.
She liked helping the
children choose their penny sweets
She came home on her
second day
The house was for sale
‘If you want to work
you can get your own place
We’ll sell the house
and buy two flats
You can be independent’
My mother only worked
in the shop for a week
My dad didn’t sell the
house.
THE COFFEE TABLE
Aunty Joyce had a
G-plan suite
My mother saved from
her housekeeping
She bought a G-plan
coffee table
It was her table
She bought it from her
savings
One day I came home
from school
My mother was crying
My little brother had
been ‘helping’ with the housework
He’d polished the
G-plan coffee table with sand paper
‘Like Daddy!’
BOARDING SCHOOL
Oh, hello
My mother was using
her telephone voice.
Is that the boarding school?
Yes, that’s right
A girl and a boy
You can take them
Next week
Oh good’
Me and my brother on
the stairs
Sorry mum
Sorry mum
We’ll be good
We promise
Don’t send us to boarding school
We’ll be good
Promise
Please don’t
Mum:
You can take them next week
I notice she has her
fingers on the buttons
She’s pretending to
phone
‘You’ve got your fingers on the buttons’, I say
Next time, I mean it, she says.
MY MUM’S SAYINGS
About my Dad’s Mum: She’s a cold fish
Reason for not cuddling me:
I don’t like bread and
bread, I like bread and butter
When something went missing:
It’s disappeared off
the face of the earth
When something bad happened to me
That’s your bad fairy
When I wanted something
Do you think money
grows on tress?
When I was naughty
You’ll be the death of
me
MY MUM’S NICE SISTER
When I was 10
Aunty Betty came to
see me in hospital
‘I’m in the family
way’ she said.
‘Oh, Aunty Betty’ I
said
‘You’re having a
baby’.
MY MUM’S SCARY SISTER
Aunty Joyce was scary
Her house was perfect
Aunty Joyce was
perfect
When I baby-sat for
Aunty Joyce
I broke a glass
I wrapped it in
newspaper and hid it in my bag and took it home.
Aunty Joyce phoned my
mother.
‘Joyce says there’s a
glass missing
Do you know anything
about it?’
‘No’, I said
‘You must know, Joyce
says it was definitely there before you went to babysit.’
‘Nothing to do with me.’
I said.
LEAVING
We never knew if she
knew
The doctors didn’t
tell her
We didn’t tell her
In the last couple of
weeks I dreaded her asking
What would I say?
After she went we
realised she did know
She had coffee with a
neighbour the day before she died
‘He’ll never have an
apple pie like mine’ she said.
‘I’m not leaving the
recipe.’
MY GRANDMOTHER
‘How are you?’ I’d say
to my grandmother
‘Don’t ask’ she’d say
And then she’d tell me
MY GRANDMOTHER 2
My grandmother’s
response to any disaster was always the same:
‘Well at least you’re
not in the family way’.
I think she said it to
make us feel better.
MY BROTHER
FISHING
My father took my
brother fishing
They grew their own
maggots in rotting meat in the shed
One day my brother was
so angry with me
He grabbed the rotting
meat and threw the maggots all over me
Now when I walk by the
fishermen on the river
I can’t walk past the
tins of wriggling maggots
I just can’t do it.
HOME ALONE
When my brother was
six he got chicken pox
My mother had to shop
everyday for fresh food
‘I’ll be back in a few
minutes’ she said.
She came back.
The furniture was
turned upside down
My brother was lying
on the floor
A knife was sticking
out of his pyjamas
He was covered in
tomato sauce
‘You shouldn’t have
left me’ he said.
MY FATHER
LOOKING GOOD
My father used to say,
‘Well, you can doll
yourself up
Make yourself look
good
But when you open your
mouth
They’ll know
You come from the
gutter’
MY DAD’S SAYINGS
Life is hard and then
you die.
Whoever told you life
was fair.
I go to work to earn
the money to buy the food to give me the strength to go to work.
Hard work never killed
anyone
When I was your age…
You don’t know you’re
born
MY DAD
My husband took the
baby to change her nappy
My dad said:
Your mother was a wonderful wife.
I never even saw a dirty nappy let alone change one.
ON HOLIDAY
We went on holiday to
Yarmouth
We in a caravan stayed
on a farm
My dad and brother
went mackerel fishing
I stayed on the farm
with Mr. and Mrs. Saetch
Mrs Saetch made lovely
apple pie with ice cream
My dad and brother
caught lots of fish
My mother cooked them
in the caravan
They didn’t let me
have any
I had eaten apple pie
and ice cream and
‘would be sick’.
FAILURE
I failed my 11+
When they told us that
day
– the failing day
I was afraid to go
home
When I got home they
already knew
A letter had come
‘You’d better get to
bed
Before your father
comes home’
And I didn’t get a
bike.