LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON

The story focuses on three families. The Kinnear's, The Millsap's, and the Owen's. All different. They live very different lifestyles. Albert Kinnear the Librarian, who's parents came from Swindon but live in Pinetree Gardens, his father Jack is an engineer. He is a keen gardener and Pigeon fancier. Albert meets the daughter of Charlie and Elizabeth Millsap. They live on Kenton Road, in a bought property. He also is a pigeon man who has wangled his way into a chairman's job. he is a welder down the docks. No one is good enough for their daughter and they resent the relationship between Laura and Albert. Then there is William Owen(Willick) a roofing builder who lives in Cedarwood Avenue with two son's and a daughter. Alan is a jack the lad; he will sleep with any woman given the chance. Harry the youngest is a joiner and the brains in the family. Evelyn his daughter is twenty five and her father is pushing her to meet a man and get married so he can have grandchildren.

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The porridge was then gobbled up in a few seconds. Then they would head for the coat hanger in the passage and put on their caps and would run down the road with their bait bags that had been packed for them to the bus stop. The lads always made sure that they were early. They were good runners and would often race each other to the bus stop. Neither of the lads smoked unlike their father who started smoking when he was only nine years old when he used to sell papers outside of North Shields train station. He would pick up the odd dumper that someone had dropped and smoke it. Evelyn and her mother went out next. Willie got picked up by his mate Les McCauley who would take them straight onto the job where James S Pearson had assigned them. The tools and everything else that they would need was stored in the back of the Bedford van it was locked away each night in at the yard on Stephenson’s Street. Les lived on Queen Street not too far away so he’d pick up the van. James S Pearson would make Les mark down the mileage the van used each morning at the start and then again each night so that if the van was used for any other purpose Jimmy Pearson would know about it. Jim was a local councillor, he also liked a game of golf and was a member of Tynemouth golf course. Whenever they needed to speak to him they would leave a message at the club house for him. Les tooted the horn on the van as he did every morning and Willie would stick on his hat that had to be washed every week because it was caked in dust. He rushed out of the door slamming it behind him.

Mornin’

Mornin’ Les how’s it gannin’ mate?’

 I’m not bad “Willick” We’ve got a tough one the day mate, we’re in Ennerdale Avenue in Walker.’ Willick was the nickname Bill Owen had been called ever since he was in junior school.

“We will have to keep the bloody van doors locked all the time then or the thieving little bastards around there will pinch aal wor gear.’

“Aye I remember working in Daisy Hill a few year back and we were watching Newcastle United training in the park remember.’

“Aye and whilst we were doing that some bloody kids from Benfield School opened the van and made off with the Calor gas bottle and all wor tools and the lead and copper we’d collected.’ They even stole the spare tyre for the van an aal.’

“They nicked our bait bags as well didn’t they, and we ended up having to buy a bag of chips from Ellis’s chippy.’

“That’s right,’ Les laughed as he drove onto Wallsend past Swan Hunter’s shipyard. That tight arse Jimmy Pearson wasn’t ganna pay up after he claimed on the insurance for new tools and the other gear that had gone missing yer na.’

“He whacked in a massive claim an aal. He telt a mate of mine that’s how I found oot and a pulled him one morning and told him straight. “I said if he didn’t renew the tools we’d had nicked, we was gan to work for Bellways’. He sharp came around after that.’ The tools were dropped off at my hoose the next mornin’ oh aye. ’Well I’ll be watchin’ me van like a bloody hawk today I’ll tell yer.’ Turning right they past Daisy Hill then right again and pulled to a halt outside number 108 Ennerdale Avenue.

They got everything that they would need then locked the van walking slowly to the front door they knocked. An old lady came to the door wearing a long black dress. She was only about three feet 

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