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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Opening the green painted back door to the rear of the cottage Tim parked up his bogie. He found the chopping axe in the coal house then began to chop up the wood. Tim’s mother Eva heard the banging from the outside and looked out to see her son chopping the wood for the fire. He placed the wood into a galvanised bucket that was kept in the coal house; when it was full he brought it inside.

His mother faced him then looked into the boys eyes before speaking slowly to him.

“Hi Tim have you had a good day today?

Tim indicated with his hands that he’d been to school and had a lesson with Mrs Henderson; he had made a model with some balsa wood. He also told her that he’d collected more pebbles and shells off the beach that he would wash and make something that he could sell.

“She patted the boy on the head and then asked him to sit at the wooden table.

She had made a fish pie tonight for tea. Tim was used to eating fish of some description each night because it was the cheapest staple around and once more his father brought fish home every night. Eva set down a plate for her son then served out the fish pie with some garden peas.

Tim asked his mother where his father was.

“He’s out at the pub again Tim.”

“Did he get my paints and the glue that I need for my pictures?’

“I don’t know son; you can ask him when he comes in. If he comes in she repeated with frustration. It seemed like Tom spent more and more time at the pub than with her but she wasn’t bothered she was going to tell him tonight what ever happened.

She made the boy a cup of tea then sat down and looked into the boy’s eyes. She hated what she was about to do but she could not help herself. She could not carry on like this anymore. Eva felt like a doormat; Tom got up she made his breakfast before he went out to fish at five every morning he came back home then reported to the lifeboat station.

Tom had no concept of time; he would just say he would be back when he was done.

More often than not he would end up in the Queen’s head or in the Bay Hotel. What kind of life it had been for her this last five years. When they first met some sixteen years ago Tom was very attentive; he treated her as if she was very special. She had fallen in love with the popular Teddy boy who dressed in tight Italian suits and a smart white shirt and tie, with highly polished winkle pickers on his feet or suede shoes. It was 1956 and it was the era of rock and roll. Every weekend there was a dance to go to either at the Plaza ballroom in Tynemouth or the Oxford in Newcastle.

She had been to see Bill Haley and the Comets, Little Richard, and Jackie Wilson.

She longed to see Elvis Presley who she thought had the sexiest eyes on a man she had ever seen. His voice sent her into dreamland. She had all his records that she played on a portable record player that was like a suitcase that you could close the lid and push under the bed.

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