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“THE HOUSE of 33”


A family saga of London and the Rhondda

by

Michael A. Ashton
 


An extract from PART 1

WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR


 


    Although William Ashton prided himself in being master of the manor of “Tudor House” at No. 33, Middle Terrace, Stanleytown, it was hardly a comfortable retreat for a native of bright and boisterous London Town. It was poor reward for a man to be driven by Hitler’s war and an ill-matched romance into the indefinite exile of the Welsh coal mining valleys of the Rhondda and their long dark wet winter nights of emptiness.
    His new home of No. 33 was just a simple miner’s cottage that could not match the Victorian rooms of a five story tenement of London’s East End, that was to be bombed to rubble and the Ashton worldly goods painstakingly accumulated over the previous decade destroyed with it. This rented miner’s cottage acting as substitute, had three small bedrooms over a living-room and front parlour, with a ground floor annex split into a small pantry and a larger space serving as kitchen, wash house and bathroom combined – of course the bath being a tin tub hauled in from the back yard when needed. A stone outbuilding and garden steps was set against and retained a fairly generous shelf of land which could serve as a garden given enough work and attendance and know-how in bringing it to life. But Bill Ashton nor anyone else in the ménage of 33 had the industry patience or elementary horticultural skills to accomplish this, and not one of us bothered to take up even the rudiments of gardening to improve matters, perhaps we were endowed with an hereditary instinct steeped in Ashton tradition of not acquiring skills that might enslave you at some time later. The upshot was that apart from one important exception in this history, our garden was a jungle of weed. But at least it was green weed, and easy on the eye from the perspective of the window of the back bedroom where I and the other brothers slept.
    The outbuilding below the garden was equally divided into three compartments that provided a coal store, a “rubbish” store (so called because no-one seemed to know what to use it for other than to dump any discarded items of hardware and broken up wood articles, the wood to serve as tinder for the open coal fire), and finally our only toilet - a wood-shelf seat W.C. unit without wash basin, the seat being regular varnished by our old man Ashton, as the activity of wielding a paint brush was one of Bill’s passions, whether the WC seat needed varnishing or not.

 

 

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Published by Turner Maxwell Books

First published 2009.
Copyright ©
Michael A. Ashton 2009

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