The boy and the seagull

The story tells of a young coble fisherman Tom Lawson who is also a coxswain on the life boat Pegasus in Cullercoats. His father drowned saving the life of a little girl and he wants to follow in his father's footsteps. the story is set in the early fifties a time of sexual revolution and rock and roll. Tom meets Eva a girl who wants the best- brought up on Howdon road she dreams of a better life. She works as a packer at Tyne Brand on North Shields Fish Quay- Tom the handsome Teddy boy with his drapes and crepe shoes charms the young Eva - they end up getting married but things don't run smoothly for the couple who have a son together but he is be-felled with a fever which leaves him unable to hear. This is a story of love-of heartache-and triumph over adversity. This is a story to warm your heart and one i'm sure that you will enjoy.


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The blue velvet sky glistened upon the sea sending a silvery glow against the outgoing tide. Looking across the bay, the boy pulled along his bogie and picked up drift wood from the beach. His plimsolls trudged through the soft sand. The lights from the Tynemouth pier flashed endlessly to give warning to any ships coming or leaving the Tyne. Tim Lawson took in everything around him the rocks, the life boat station, and the Dove Marine observatory. The seagulls overhead were now flying back to North Shields Fish Quay as the cotton wool clouds slowly drifted past; hid by in the night sky. The odd squeal was the only indication they were around not that Tim heard their cries; he was oblivious to the sound and just carried on picking up the wood for the fire. Tim had seen many skies in his time even the Northern Lights that flashed an array of many colours that looked like a giant prism. Tim liked collecting pretty coloured pebbles that he placed into a bag he would wash and dry in the stone sink of his home in the fisherman’s cottages on the top bank. His father Tom, a local coble fisherman and lifeboat volunteer would be home now he thought as he pulled up his short pant’s that were way too big for him he couldn’t tighten the elastic snake belt around his waist. The navy blue sweater he as wearing was frayed at the sleeve but there was nothing he could do about that given his father didn’t earn a lot these days and they were struggling to keep a roof above their heads. Tim wasn’t old enough to get a paper job yet but had put his name down at Johnston’s newsagents and his mother had asked Milligan’s the milkman if they needed anyone. He was still waiting to find out. Tom picked up another lump of wood then pulled the bogie which had a box fitted at the back for the purpose of either carrying shopping or firewood.

His stomach was rumbling and he wondered what his mother would be making for his tea. He’d only had a slice of dripping and bread all day and he was hungry. Tim could not complain though he lived in a silent world. A world where hearing people ruled, to communicate he was being taught sign language at Marden Junior school.

His teacher, Mrs Henderson had been very patient with him and it had taken many years of instruction for him to learn to lip read. Even then it was very hard when people talked very fast and he had to try and catch every word. Sometimes people who were talking with him would turn their heads; not facing him and he would miss parts of the conversation. Or they would raise their voices, thinking by doing so he would hear; of course he didn’t.

His mother wanted him to go to a normal school like all the other kids but he thought to himself that he wasn’t like normal kids. He couldn’t hear music just feel the vibrations that the music made. It was so frustrating being deaf. He pulled the bogie back up the bank and then onto the pathway. He had to keep checking in case there was any traffic coming as he crossed the road. He walked along until he saw the light of his house on, so he knew that his mother was in. He hurried along and entered the lane where the vibrations from the cobbled stones were sent up the rope he was holding.

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