My previous post described my first two years at a school in Sheffield called Brook. This new nine-page edited excerpt from my memoir, Spiral to Edinburgh, relates my last summer living in England. I was thirteen. The first section here is about
As my recent posts (beginning here) amply demonstrate, I didn’t take to Exhall Grange, the boarding school I attended when I was eleven. After the summer, I returned to school where my family lived in Sheffield. However, the partially sighted (P.S.)
Last week’s post caused some confusion, so I’m re-posting it with what I hope is a clearer timeline. It will follow shortly and be called “Brook Part 1.” Soon after that, I will post an entirely new memoir excerpt entitled “Brook Part 2.”
I just read Martha McPhee’s story, “Magic City,” in which with no forewarning, a mother leaves her two young daughters on a train in the care of a group of nuns arriving at that moment in their railcar. It brought to mind my own sense of desertion my
Here is a third episode from my term at Exhall Grange, the boarding school I attended at the age of eleven in the spring of 1965. (For the previous two episodes, see “Beyond the Gate” and “Riding the Rails.”) Just as Exhall Grange was for P.S.
Last week I posted a passage from my unpublished memoir, Spiral to Edinburgh, describing my first “escape” from Exhall Grange, a school in Coventry, England. This twelve-page excerpt is about what followed. Exhall Grange was a boarding school for