The Skin Shop

The story which is semi autobiographical tells the story of Ralph Mason Growing up in Collingwood Terrace in North Shields in 1948. it is a story of Hardship, poverty, love, and friendship just after the Second World War. Some names have been changed and I have used some poetic licence to bring the story to back to life as some of the places talked about in this story are no longer with us. "The Skin Shop is one boys journey into manhood. i


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“What about you?’

“I work for my father so it all comes under my father’s business.

Is your father very rich then?’

“Filthy rich he laughed.’

The main course arrived and it was very nice. There was no gristle on the meat what so ever and the pie was full of meat; she liked the creamed potatoes too. They chatted

away whilst they ate their meal.’

“The more they talked the more Norman liked her; he knew that she wasn’t as polished as some of girls he’d been out with in the past but she more than made up for that with her wicked sense of humour. He wondered whether his mother would like her as she hadn’t liked any of the other girls he’d been out with.’ He knew that his father would like her because she certainly wasn’t a gold digger like the others.

Agnes skipped the dessert saying she was full up and she was. At home she never ate much and even at the canteen in the barracks. She hated people who were fussy eaters because those sorts of people didn’t know what it was like to have nothing.

During the war when her mother and the family made do with ration books; others who had money indulged themselves. They thought very little of those who could not afford to buy food or clothes. They appreciated nothing and thought it was their God given right to have the best of everything.

There train was now only fifteen minutes away from London where she would be met at the station and taken to the base. They returned to their seats after the meal and Norman insisted on paying the bill.

“So this has been an absolute pleasure Agnes said Norman and I look forward to seeing you again on Saturday.’

“Thank you Norman; you have made my journey a happy one; I have enjoyed your company and yes, I look forward to seeing you again.’

“Are you going straight to the office?’

Yes sadly I must, given the choice I would have rather spent the whole day with you.’

The weather had turned and it was drizzling with rain as Norman put on his mackintosh he grabbed both his own case and Agnes’s as she put on her cap and pulled it down to the regulation level. She opened he compact and re-applied her lipstick before they walked to the door of the train and waited until the train pulled in at Kings Cross.

When train slowed then came to a halt, Norman Jumped down then held out his hand so that Agnes could get off. He had his brolly with him and he opened it so she did not get wet they walked out of the station together. Agnes looked over the road and saw two other girls running towards the truck. She Looked at Norman then said goodbye.

“It’s not goodbye, its farewell;

She broke away from him and ran across the road where she was helped into the truck. Looking out she gave him a wave then the truck pulled away.

Norman stood for over a minute as the truck weaved its way through the traffic and then was gone.

Now he had five whole days to wait before he would see Agnes again. He was missing her already.’


“Who’s the man then said Bridgett Foster; he looks quite a dish.’

“I just met him today; he’s kept me company all the way here.’

Oooh she the other girls; he’s definitely interested then.’

“We are going to a football match this Saturday.’

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