I have a very old school Excercise book from my dad who passed away last year at the age of 100 years and 7 months. He lived in Stratford in the East end of London.
It seems my dad visited a football match played between West Ham United and Burnley with his brother on Good Friday, and he wrote a compositon for school dated 9th November, 1929 when he was 14 years old.
This is what he wrote:
“How I spent Good Friday on the morning of Good Friday
I began the day by getting in the Hot Cross Buns, for our breakfast. All the morning I played a game of cricket, with my brother and some other boys. When it was two ‘o clock my brother and I went to the West Ham football ground, seeing a good game between West Ham and Burnley (resulting) in a win for the Hammers.
West Ham started off, as if to be sure of a ten none victory. A great combination between Earl and Ruffell enabled the last mentioned player to find the net with a great left drive. Immediately after the centre the Hammers gave Burnley a real lesson in football.They passed the ball accurately from man to man, but a mistake on Watson’s part, enabled the right back of Burnley to clear with a fierce drive. It was then Burnley’s turn to attack, and Hufton was kept busy for ten minutes. Before half time Watson, and Ruffell, put in two further goals.
In the next half both goalies were kept busy, Hurfton especially. Yews continually beat both backs only to find no one in the centre. Play was very even, and more than three times did Biel the centre forwards of Burnley, cut through the backs to be foiled by Hufton.Two minutes from the end Gibbins scored through a neat pass by Ruffell.That brought the score to four for West Ham. Soon after, the whistle went for full time.
We went from Upton Park to the Princess Alice, then a short walk from there brought us to the Hats Fair. Both of us enjoyed ourselves immensly on the coconut shies, darts, ringboards and alkl the other things. At half past nine we went home claiming between us two boxes of chocolates, three coconuts and a packet of cigarettes.”
I would mention that I never met my dad’s brother, who would have become my uncle Harry. He died at the age of 21 after falling into a lift shaft where he was working on a repair.
I really treasure this little exercise book. I do not have a lot of memories from dad’s childhood, just a few photos, but his is definitely one of them.