Kilo a Dogs Tale

Riding home from work at the Battle Hill Colliery in Wallsend a young lad hears what he thinks is a woman in distress- He parks his bike and runs down an an embankment where he discovers it is not a woman but a sack that has been thrown into a sewer. upon opening the bag he discovers that it is in fact a little staffordshire bull terrier pup. He places the pup into his bait bag and takes it home to his mother where they live in a miner's cottage in Cullercoats. If you love animals you will love this story.

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1. Kilo Chapter 1

The dawn was just breaking as Jack Reamer got out of bed, his mother Nelly was already up and had made him a pot of tea and a bacon sandwich whilst he went to the outside toilet to relieve himself. He washed then shaved quickly with the cut throat razor, taking care not to cut himself as the coal dust could get into the cut and cause infection. “Thanks’ mother said Jack as he took the mug of tea from his mother sat at the wooden table of the humble cottage in Cullercoats. There was an open fire and plenty of coal to heat water which jack would need after doing his shift at the Battle hill pit in Wallsend. There would be plenty of broth on the go when he returned made with a sheep’s head or some lap to fill up her young son. 
Jack reminded her so much of her late husband Tom, who died down the pit in Hartley five years earlier when there was a gas explosion which brought the coal face down on top of the men working three miles under ground. By the time that the emergency services found where the explosion had occurred seventeen men had lost their lives. The shock of her husband’s death rocked Nelly to her boots. She always told her husband to be safe before he left each morning to do a shift at the pit. Tom would kiss his wife on the forehead and tell her not to fret and that he would be back for dinner at seven o’clock. That night she knew something was wrong when he didn’t return. It was one am in the morning when his body was returned to the house.
She gripped Jacks arm as they brought the body in and laid him on the kitchen table.

Jack was just seventeen then and had been going down the pit like his father since he left school at fourteen. Oh how she longed for her son to find other employment, she would rather he work anywhere but down the pit but it was the life he had chosen. Jack wanted to be like his father.
At six feet four inches tall and weighing around fifteen stone Jack was a fine figure of a man. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his muscular frame. His black curly hair and piercing blue eyes endeared him to all the local girls.
After the funeral expenses there was little left from the Hartley coal board. Tom earned three pounds ten a good wage in 1948. The Second World War was over but food was still scarce. Many of Tom’s family were killed in the Somme in the Great War. He lost four brothers who joined up to fight in the Durham light infantry. Tom was the only son left to carry the name. He met and married his childhood sweetheart Nelly Thompson where they set up home in the cottage. 
Tom worked alongside Nelly’s father so they got on well. In fact it was jimmy Thompson who bought him his first pint of beer.
 

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