George Taylor would come in quietly through the back door on Liddell Street in the town. He would sneak up to the window and peer in then bang on the window and near scare the living daylights out of her.
His wife Agnes told him time and time again not to do it as I could cause a miscarriage but he never listened.
Shirley brought matters to a head when she told Tom to either find them a house or she was going back to her mothers.’
Tom went to the council and told them that his wife was expecting and that they needed a house. The sweaty, balding man behind the counter on Bedford Street didn’t care about anyone but himself. The way he talked down to people had nearly had him beaten up many times.
Albert Shuttleworth lived with his mother in Tynemouth; his parents were well to do and they had sent him to Kings a private establishment.
Albert didn’t really excel but got himself a job with the local council; the sly manipulative man wormed his way to becoming the under manager and the power went to his head. If Shuttleworth took a disliking to you then you were placed at the back of the list.’
Tom spoke nicely to the balding young man but was getting nowhere.’
“Look he finally said I want a house and if I don’t get one then me and my wife will be camping in these offices until you do.’
“What is your name again?’
“Thomas Charlton Taylor.’
“Where are you residing at the moment?’
“106 Liddell Street.’
“How many people reside there at the moment?’
“There’s four of us, well there will be five of us next month when my wife has our baby.’
“Wait here Mr Taylor I will see what I can do for you.’
“Tom must have caught Shuttleworth on one of his better days as he came back with the keys to a property.
“We have this house that has just become vacant. It is a three bed roomed property on Elmwood Road in the Ridges Estate. There was an old lady living there but she has since passed on. It is near the shops and there is a church nearby.’
Shuttleworth was a religious man and so were his parents.’
“Do you attend the church Mr Taylor?’
“Not as often as I would like Mr Shuttleworth; I’m a baker you see; bread has to be made I’m afraid.’
“Bread is the staff of life Mr Taylor; it is The Body of Christ.’
“That it is sir.’
Alright Mr Taylor we will give you one week in which to decorate the property. The rent per week will be three pounds six shillings per week. However If you fall behind in your payments you will only be given a fortnight in which to repay the arrears or you will face eviction. Do you understand Mr Taylor?’
“Yes sir I do; and thank you.’
Tom rode all the way back to his shop Taylors Baker and Confectionery where he told them that he’d got himself a house.
That’s great news Tommy; said Olive Dobbs who ran the shop. Nancy Carter gave Tom a kiss on the cheek and said well done.’ All his staff had worked for Archer’s bakery but now worked for him because the wage was better.