A Lad from Featherstone

28 De Lacy Avenue, North Featherstone, Yorkshire.  Me, brothers John, on dads head, and Mick.   Little Betty comes later, please be patient. I remember the night before we left De Lacy Avenue, I slept in the lounge on a mattress, anxious . North Featherstone had been home for seven years. We lived around a small crescent of four semi-detached bungalows around… Wembley stadium. My patch of grass [now parking] held many fantasies, size of two tennis courts, little did I know what was to follow. Our two-bed bungalow was outgrown, three boys; John one year old, Mick five, myself seven and mum pregnant. The bungalow opposite had a lovely old couple, Bernard and Anne, probably in their 40’s but to a child that’s old. Peter Beech, my age, lived next door, two bungalows with deaf and blind boys, never really saw them, and the other I can’t remember. I do remember my mother moving dad’s car, some photographer was coming, very pregnant and removing the wall fronting next door-but-one. She se