‘Go on, Granddad, the electrified doorknob!’
Plates cleared, it was time for tales of boyhood escapades. Shimmying up the telegraph pole, moving the porch steps for an April Fool, legendary snowball fights.
‘Great Uncle George, cycling into the canal!’
‘Ah, the holiday in Holland.’ But Granddad was changing it. ‘Got lost, cycled too far. Found a huge camp: boys – training, singing. Like boy scouts, George said, only with shorter hair. Weren’t told off, but we all packed up there and then – straight home to England.’
‘That wasn’t funny, Granddad.’
‘No, Poppet.’ He patted the little hand. ‘Not funny at all.’
M J Lewis ©2015
Thanks to Lauren Moscato for the photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fiction 100-word challenge and to our host Rochelle for rounding up a whole collection of tall tales at this LINK.
This is fictional, but based on my father and his two brothers who grew up in 1930s England. Over the years we heard various bits of family folklore: the boys sawed through part of the roof structure (from inside the airing cupboard) of their 1930s flat-roofed house, in order to climb out and enjoy the view over the neighbourhood; they constructed an elaborate pulley system so nobody had to get out of bed to turn off the bedroom light. We have a photo album of their cycling/hostelling holiday in August 1938, actually in Belgium (although my father once recalled it as the Netherlands, proving that fact can be as slippery as fiction at times).The album shows an idyllic time of ice creams across Europe, but I later discovered their mother realised there was rather more going on near the Belgium/German border than she’d anticipated and took her family home early. All three brothers survived the war ( my father worked on radar on an aircraft carrier) but are sadly no longer with us.
The times they were indeed a-changing.
Ominous: I like it.
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Even the funny tales from that generation could quickly turn into bitter reality. Great take on the prompt.
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We’d hear a lot of funny exploits – and the serious ones crept in, strangely often at family funerals. Thanks for your comments.
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Ominous – love that word! Thanks for visiting.
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Very ominous. Well done
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I want more!
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I can imagine the conversation turning serious as granddad slips into memories of pre-war Europe.
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That was darkly good, 😉
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Thank you!
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A story in two layers, light-hearted on the surface but with an underlying threat of what came next. Well told, in a clever and understated way.
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Thank you! Two layers – exactly what I was aiming for.
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Excellent!
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Thanks for coming over! 🙂
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Oh, this is lovely story-telling. The innocent voice of the narrator works so well. Fantastic 🙂
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Innocence/loss of innocence – I think you’ve touched on the heart of this piece.
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I agree with Sarah. The usual story changing to a more complicated one then underlying truth. Well done.
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Thanks for trusting us. I had to read it twice but then the light bulb went off. I liked Grandpa’s complexity.
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Dear MJ,
I had to read this a couple of times, too. Nope, not funny at all. I can imagine what that training camp looked like. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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1930s Britain in 100 words was probably a tall order- thanks to you all for coming by and for sticking with it.
Very much appreciated.
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Cleverly done – you leave it up to us to read between the lines. It works. Terrific point of view.
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Good story. It paid in those days to read the news and know what was going on in Europe. Holland was especially not a good place to vacation then. Well done, M.J. — Suzanne
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Very well done with this story. Events on the Continent at that time were particularly worrying, so I’m not surprised they packed up and came home again. The training camps of the ‘Hitler Youth’ would have given the mother a real cause for concern. 🙂
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This was subtly layered and shoehorned onto the 100 word limit. Well done. i imagined many things written beneath the surface and thought you pulled of two story lines in one quite well.
Aloha,
Doug
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Just home from an Easter break when couldn’t get my phone to talk to my blog properly. Thanks to all recent visitors – all comments very much appreciated.
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K Rawson said, “I want more!” Well, as it happens, so do I! What to do about it? Sign up of course! 🙂
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Gives me the shivers.
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Thanks for reading and commenting. Always nice to know it’s hit the spot!
(I’m going to find a photo to go with this of the actual cycle trip sometime)
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