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Susan Nock
I was born in Saltcoats in 1956, at home in Ardrossan Road; and lived there until 1972, when my father was transferred by ICI and we had to move Down South.
We lived at the far end by the Iron Bridge, where the road slopes down to the seafront and the burn, just on the Saltcoats side of the border with Ardrossan. It was a good spot to live. The beach and the Plantation were both no distance at all , the town centre only a short walk down Ardrossan Road, and there was always plenty going on to see out of the front windows.
Trains steamed by under the Iron Bridge; and they were steam trains still when I was very young, with their crimson carriages. Buses in five different colour schemes passed by along the road. There were crowds of trippers in the height of summer; and wedding parties at the registry office opposite and the church a few doors away, cluttering the street with cars and confetti. Even the Queen passed by once; but I missed seeing that, because I'd only just been born.
We weren't locals. In fact we were English. My father arrived in the district in early 1949 when he got a job in electronics with ICI Nobel division at Ardeer. Apparently it was a choice between that and a job in equally-unfamiliar Liverpool, and both my parents liked the idea of living at the seaside .The disillusionment came sooner rather than later; the first thing my Dad found the need to buy on arriving in the area to live was a pair of waterproof over-trousers!
My mother and my sister Anne, then aged two, joined him a few months later when he'd settled in and found a place for them all to live . A few possesions and pieces of furniture followed them north: a Utility bed that had been bought on the newlyweds' ration; some second-hand donations from relations. They all came by rail, one or two at a time, neatly crated up for the journey; the station vanman and his horse became old familiars as they brought things round the short distance to Arran Place, where the family had taken an upstairs flat at the Robertsons' , beside the Barony Church. Some Stevenston folk may remember Mrs.Robertson, who taught at St.John's primary there.
It was their first proper start to family life together after several years of living with relations; and they were glad to have such friendly and welcoming neighbours as the Robertsons to introduce them to local shops and doctors; and this whole new world north of the border with its sometimes slightly strange ways. Like the Scottish approach to the Christmas season, for example. My Dad remembers their astonishment on their first Christmas Day when the coalman turned up with a delivery of coal . And he was only at home himself because he'd taken a day of his annual leave, because back then it was a normal working day at the factory; there were three days off for New Year instead though !
A few years later the family moved to the house in Ardrossan Road. It was a bit run down after the years of war and austerity; and my dad, being good at DIY and fixing things, did quite a lot of the home improvement work himself over the next few years. Getting the kitchen in order was the first priority ( the primitive state of things didn't suit my ex-domestic science teacher mother at all ! ) ; and the tale is still told of my Dad's exploits demolishing a bed recess in the front kitchen to make more space. One blow of the hammer and it all collapsed in a heap around him; it had been built up just of loose material and ashes. But that being all it was , when the dust settled my Dad found to his surprise that he was still in one piece, even if the bed recess wasn't !
The kitchen was completed with that ultra-modern luxury, a fridge. And then there was the television, just in time for the Coronation of 1953. A great way to get to know the neighbours, as everyone from our end of the road came round to watch it. There were the Gibsons and the Perrys, and Mrs Wood; and the registrar's family the Brysons, who lived " over the shop ". Innocent Anne let the cat out of the bag to her schoolfriend from the Free Church manse, so that family had to be invited as well; the minister put a bit of a damper on the party since he turned out to be rather dour and disapproving. There must have been at least twenty people including assorted children , all crowded into our ( luckily quite big ) front room round one small TV screen. Some of them must certainly have had to bring their own chairs; I know Mrs. Wood brought along an old child-sized chair for Anne, a gift that was later passed down to me. Meanwhile the Bryson baby slept peacefully through it all in the back room ( a likely story considering the Typical Boy he grew up into ! ) ; where my mother had also laid out some refreshments. Altogether it was the nearest Ardrossan Road got to a street party. Not very near, admittedly; this was staid Ardrossan Road, after all !
A few years on , and some of my first social experiences came in visits to the neighbours. On one side lived the widowed Mrs. Wood, all alone in a big old-fashioned double-fronted house. The kitchen was so antique it had a stone-flagged floor; the main front room, which we visited most, was full of heavy Victorian furniture. There was a grandfather clock, a big seascape hung on the wall over the fireplace, but my favourite thing was a rocking-chair; where I would enjoy sitting while my Mum chatted to Mrs. Wood. She can't have been all that old , because she lived on into the 1980s, but she seemed so at the time; she dressed in a very old-lady style, and rarely went out . But she seemed to know all about everything that was going on in the district just the same.
The Gibsons' house on the other side was very different: light, bright, well furnished- and- carpeted in up-to-date style. The main attraction for me here was a little musical-box, with a ballerina who came up and danced. Mrs.Gibson, a cheerful grey-haired lady whose children were mostly grown up and gone, was my mother's first resort in a domestic crisis; I remember her coming in the day I got my finger stuck in a door, though funnily enough nothing at all of all the fuss and bother there was getting me out again!
Our two houses were a pair - you couldn't quite call them semi-detached because ours was built on to Mrs.Wood's earlier house - and I was always fascinated by the idea that the Gibsons' house was the same as ours back to front. Especially since we had a big mirror on the party wall in the hall, so it was quite literally "through the looking-glass ". What was through the mirror was what I could see in the mirror; except it wasn't, because the Gibsons' house was nothing like ours... no surprise that the adventures of Alice became some of my favourite books.
Our house was more " lived in " than theirs. My toys found their way in everywhere, even the front room, big enough to swallow up them as well as everything else that was needed to make a cosy, rather than elegant, sitting room. As well as the television we had a piano and, at first, a wind-up gramophone to keep us entertained. Both were donations from my mother's rich Auntie Vi, the family benefactor in those days.The gramophone was a special children's one decorated with nursery rhyme characters, with a set of records to go with it, though by my day they had been added to with everything from Bing Crosby to Tommy Steele. I think it was probably a hand-me-down that had previously belonged to Auntie Vi's doted-upon only son Rex, like a number of children's books we had; but it was still a generous gift, and we got other things that were definitely new...pretty frocks with elaborate smocking that were handed down from Anne to me; a Fortnum's hamper and a Harrods' turkey every Christmas. Auntie Vi hadn't always been rich; in fact she spent most of her childhood in a grim Victorian orphanage, separated even from her sister; but when she grew up she married her boss, a successful businessman, and lived in a country manor house. And her experiences having left her with a strong family feeling, she liked to share her good fortune .
The Back Room behind was a bit of a glory hole; its miscellaneous uses included spare bedroom, workroom and playroom, and it was heated only when needed, with a small wall-mounted electric fire. My Dad kept his tools in the corner cupboard and Fixed Things on the same big solid table also used for ironing and sewing, crafts and hobbies, and even ping-pong. Being built on a slope, the house was all on different levels, so from the two main rooms at the front there were several steps down to the kitchen and dining area, and then more steps down to the back garden. The bathroom was up one flight of stairs, the bedrooms another floor up. This meant the main downstairs rooms had fantastically high ceilings; but the bedrooms were low, tucked under the eaves.
I had my own tiny bedroom when I was old enough; seven feet square and only half of it full height. The wardrobe with my clothes in had to sit outside on the landing ! But I loved my little room, and I still have fond memories of choosing a carpet for it ; at a sale in a warehouse on what I think was my very first trip to Glasgow, with some men turning over a hung-up pile of pieces for me until I fell in love with one covered with splashes of lots of different colours.
Our garden was long and thin, with a gate at the bottom onto the lane that runs between the backs of the houses of Ardrossan Road and Montgomerie Crescent. When I was five we had a garage built there, one of a semi-detached pair to match the houses, put up by the Gibson family building firm; Mr Gibson himself worked on the job. I enjoyed playing in the garden .There was a swing where my big sister would push me , and a sandpit; I could make mud pies or make friends with the snails and the caterpillars; or "help " with the gardening. But a gate closed off the side yard, keeping me away from the drains and the piles of coal .
Every so often a coal lorry would come up the back lane, and the coalmen tramped up the garden path with the heavy sacks on their backs to replenish the heap. No central heating in those days; it was cold bedrooms upstairs, and coal fires downstairs, with all the trouble and mess that went with them, especially when the sweep came and everything had to be swathed in dustsheets. Coal lorries piled with sacks were one of the most commonplace sights you could see in the streets in those days. Other deliveries came too, but they were more often. A weekly box of groceries was " sent up " from Wilkie's; and then there was my favourite caller the Laundry Boy , from Munro Cleaners, where we sent the big washing like sheets, since we had no washing machine .
I wasn't allowed out in the lane on my own either when I was little. But I didn't mind that much, because it always seemed too quiet and lonely out there, with nobody about. When we walked along it there was very little to see; just walls and gates and in some places, mostly on the Crescent side, the big blank doors of garages. The walls were higher on that side, some with barbed wire or bits of glass on the top, and ivy creeping over. In the dark it could seem quite spooky. Especially spooky to me was the sign on the wall where the side lane came in ; a ghastly white pointing hand, with under it the words " No Thoroughfare ". It showed up in our car headlights as we drove past, completely ignoring its sinister warning that our part of the lane was a Dead End. I wasn't surprised at all when I found out that the name of the place was Eerie Lane; at least , that was what the street sign said, up at the town end. When, years later, the council replaced this old, half-broken sign with a brand-new one I was really quite disappointed to learn that Montgomerie Lane was its proper name !
Eerie Lane was just one part of the interesting world there was to see not far from home.The shore, the plantation, the Glebe; I gradually came to know them all and the streets around as we explored on Sunday walks. Then just over the Iron Bridge there was Moir and Rooney's corner shop; we went over there quite a lot, and sometimes we would come back with choc-ices or ice-lollies out of their little frozen cabinet. But that shop closed down when I was about five. Ever after I would pass it, still there with its blue blinds down, sad and empty.
But for serious shopping we would walk straight down Ardrossan Road to town, with me skipping over the cracks between the paving stones and pestering my mother with questions; off to visit the proper shops of Saltcoats. I enjoyed going shopping with my mother when I was little. There were so many different places to go and people to meet as we wended our way round the town every day, going from shop to shop as you did in the far-off pre-supermarket days of the late fifties and early sixties. Progress could be slow, as my Mum passed the time of day with shop people and stopped to chat with other shoppers in the street; she was well plugged in to the local grapevine after just a few years in town.
There were plenty of shops to choose from. I've been counting up the ones from the earliest I can reliably remember. Just in the town centre, and not counting any in the parts I didn't know over the railway and out in the schemes, there were at least a dozen groceries and dairies ; about seven bakers and six greengrocers; three fishmongers, five chemists, a hardly credible ten or eleven butchers' shops. Everyone had their own favourites. Wilkie's the grocers, Thomson's the butcher; Gordon's for fish and Fleming's for greengrocery; Ross ' Dairy and Howie's bakehouse; Cox's the chemists and Veronica's newsagents; you can read all about these and many more in A Stroll Round 1960s Saltcoats.
And, home again, like as not I would soon be playing at shops, with the assistance of my favourite " toys": a collection of grocery packets and containers my mother had saved for me, kept in a box in the cupboard under the stairs where the proper groceries also lived. The simplest toys can sometimes be the best, and what hours of fun I had with these.
In summertime, holidaymakers still flocked in great numbers to Saltcoats back then. At Glasgow Fair time especially the town would be packed with trippers. They thronged the fair and the amusement arcades, the bathing pool and the Pavilion, they crowded the shops and the pubs, and all the umpteen cafes, tearooms, restaurants and carry-outs of the town. I remember times when you would struggle to get around the central streets even on foot, let alone in a car, there were so many people in town. Dockhead Street was far from being pedestrian in those days; hard to credit it now, but it was packed with two-way traffic and the pavements were so narrow in places that you needed to walk in single file: a scary business with big lorries maybe growling along right beside you. ( I named my toy lion Lorry, because he roared ). But at holiday times the traffic just had to give way, and the people reclaimed the streets.
Meanwhile up at our end of the town special trains would be disgorging crowds of passengers at South Beach station, built with an enormously long platform for that very purpose. Charabancs lined the seafront, and increasingly too there were parked cars all along outside our house and in the other roads near the beach. The council chambers in Montgomerie Crescent behind our house ( now replaced by flats ) blocked the view of the seafront from the back of our house, but if we raised the frosted window of the bathroom and peered out we could just about see the beach, so densely packed with trippers it seemed black with them; and hear the great hum from all these people coming up from the shore.
We were able to choose much quieter times to go to the beach. We had what seemed like our very own secret route; through a sliding panel in the back gate opposite ours, and through the grounds of those same council offices. We would slosh and flounder through the thick layer of pebbles there was round the building, enjoying the racket it made, laden down with stuff for the beach: buckets and spades and an inflatable beach ball, a bag with towels and things, and even a folding deckchair. Mum would usually sit on that in state while the rest of us paddled, built sandcastles, wandered the pools and the rocks and the islands of dune grass that seemed to get bigger every year. And finally watched the tide creeping in, changing the landscape, washing away our castles, bringing to a close our timeless afternoon on the sands.
There were other pleasures exclusive to summer. Best of all was the annual visit of my paternal grandfather and his sister Auntie May, all the way up from Shropshire in England. My Dad would take his holiday from work and off we would go most days with a picnic, all six of us packed into Grandad's bigger car, with me on Auntie May's lap ( no seatbelt laws in those days...no seatbelts, come to that ! ), exploring the seaside and countryside around.
I loved seeing the world like this; going round all sorts of strange and interesting new places, and then the reassuring surprise when we suddenly came back to somewhere I knew. In those early days we didn't stray too far from home. We went up to the other beach at North Shore; or over Fairlie Moor, with the sheep and the heather and the fantastic views of the Firth of Clyde that were even better through my Grandad's binoculars. Along the back road to West Kilbride, picking blackberries; or inland to the woods and lanes round Blair House, where you could buy fruit from their gardens.
Largs was a favourite spot; on the road into town there was even a " Welcome to Largs " sign, and on the back of it as you left it said " Haste Ye Back ". I particularly enjoyed the childrens' rides they had on the promenade then, before they were swept away in the later sixties to make way for Harry Kemp's monster amusement arcade the Cumbraen. They suited me rather better at that age than the alarming excitements of Saltcoats Fair with all its noise and bustle, where I timidly stuck to the tamest of rides . Also on Largs prom was an aquarium in a sort of caravan, with lots of colourful tropical fish; and of course there was ice-cream from Nardini's, which tasted quite different from Cavani's Saltcoats ice-cream. Their shop was much more glamorous too; it seemed to me then like somewhere out of a film. In fact all the cafes and tearooms of Largs seemed a lot grander than the ones in Saltcoats. But on the other hand I was very unimpressed with their beach, just a little stretch of pebbles !
I still sometimes think of a lovely sunny day as " a day to go to Largs on ". But the sun didn't shine all the time in summer; far from it. I remember one year it rained practically the whole time Grandad and Auntie were with us. Running out of time to enjoy the local scenery, we set out one afternoon hoping it might be clearing up; but once we'd got far enough away from home, down poured the rain again. The Loch Thom hills we'd hoped to visit were invisible; it was early closing day in all the shops; and we ended up bringing our picnic home and sitting eating it on our new green frontroom carpet, pretending it was a grassy field...Even the most loyal Threetowner would have to admit : it does rain an awful lot on the Ayrshire coast.
My big sister Anne was my favourite companion. But every weekday she was absent, off at a place called school. One foggy day we saw her through the plantation; she went up the steps at the top and vanished into the murk, and that was as much as I knew of the school for big boys and girls she went to, Ardrossan Academy. I had no idea it had a primary school, which it still did back then, nor that I would end up going to it; I had been led to believe that when I started school it would be at Saltcoats Public, a familiar landmark in my world.
I've already related elsewhere how bewildered I therefore was when the time came to go to school ; and how the disconcerting experiences of that day ended with me seated ignominiously at the bottom of Miss Miller's class. And back then that sort of thing mattered, even at our tender age of five.
For once we got going Miss Miller streamed her class into four colour-coded groups, red at the top, then blue, yellow and green at the bottom, with the top rows forging ahead faster. Regular tests, every week I think, had us moving up and down the class. And how cross I remember being at having to work my way up right from the bottom. It must have seemed a reasonable way to our teacher of coping with a very large class of beginners, all progressing at very different rates; but it was also an all too early introduction to the rat race that was traditional schooling in those days.
Everything about school was pint-sized to match us at the beginning; infant-sized desks and chairs, even half-sized cut-down jotters, which filled up with our early attempts at writing and sums...and if we were lucky, a selection of gold, silver and red stars for good work. But I was quite pleased to find that it wasn't quite all reading and sums at school as I'd expected. We got to play with plasticene, and do painting; we also started learning to sing. Miss Miller had her own piano in the classroom, and she began teaching us some simple hymns like " Jesus Loves Me " and " All Things Bright and Beautiful "; for the fourth R, Religion, was as important as the other three in those days, if not more so. I remember being caught inattentively staring out of the window one day, and being required to come out to the front and sing by the piano; oh the embarrassment...
We also had the Primary music teacher Mrs McDougall come in to us. She draped a long solfa chart over a little free-standing blackboard, and we learned our do-re-mis; or sometimes she brought in a box of percussion instruments. I longed to be given one of the more exciting ones like a tambourine , but somehow it was always a triangle as usual. Another more awe-inspiring occasional visitor was the Rector of the school; we all had to stand up when he came in and chant " Good morning ( or afternoon ) , Mr Macfarlane. " His visits were our only real contact with the big school across the playground.; he seemed a rather remote and austere figure, then and afterwards.
The school world outside the classroom was even more daunting at first. We little ones were a bit lost among the crowds of bigger children who thronged the playground. Boys rushing around or playing football jeered at me to get out of the way. Even worse were the big girls who roamed around with linked arms chanting " join on, join on ", who swept me up on one occasion wanting to know " what's your favourite colour, who's your boyfriend ? ". I didn't even know any boys, and didn't much want to from what I could see of them .... Others had bigger siblings to look out for them, but Anne was far away round at the big school. But we were watched over more than we knew . One day, to my surprise and relief, a bigger girl who had been harassing me was summoned to Miss Miller's classroom and though I had never said a word about it she was told off in no uncertain terms for this and other misdemeanours; she never bothered me again.
It took me a while though to feel part of things and get to know some of my classmates. There were so many of them: 44 of us on that first day, and we stayed in the mid-to-high-forties throughout; big classes were the norm in those days. They all seemed to come from faraway Ardrossan, and lots of them to know each other already.
In fact the first I remember making friendly overtures to me weren't in my class at all. One week, Miss Miller was away and as generally happened in those days we were divided between other classes. There were two intakes a year then and the " February Class " just ahead of us was the one I found myself in. We spent at least a week there and perhaps their teacher had suggested they make their guests welcome, because to my surprise I found myself befriended by two dark-haired girls called Christine and Anne. Which was really very nice, though I wasn't entirely sure about Anne, because she seemed to be a bit naughty....But alas, none of this continued when we went back to our own class; the unwritten rule that different classes didn't mix reasserted itself, and it wasn't till we were in the same secondary class that I got to know naughty Anne properly once again.
MY SISTER
Still , at least there was my own big sister Anne to walk with to and from school; after the very earliest days when we didn't go for a full day and my Mum collected me in the middle of the afternoon, I always went with her.Going to school in the morning we took the shortcut through from South Crescent to the plantation: down the little lane there was then between St Andrew's Church and the burn, onto the platform of South Beach Station, and over the bridge that used to be at that end of the station, to join the path from Bute Terrace. This bridge had an even better claim to be an Iron Bridge than the more famous one a few yards away along the track, because whereas that had wooden treads, on this one even the steps were metal plates riveted together.
We would usually meet up on the way with some friends of Anne's, some of them also with younger ones in tow, plus my favourite Ponytail Pamela who came on the train. We might go along and call in at the Cabin before heading up South Beach Road; I was suitably shocked to see the big bad boys buying illicit cigarettes. Or more often we wandered up the path beside the burn, over the bridge built out of rustic logs, and up through the top corner of the plantation, where the trees were dense and housed a noisy rookery , and the path was sandy and full of roots. We would dawdle in at the school gates just as the janitor was tolling the bell that hung over the Primary Hall...cutting it a bit fine as far as I was concerned, being supposed to be standing in line to go in on the other side of the building by then !
I was in the plantation other times of course, but my fondest memories of it are of walking to and from school with Anne; for every spot on the way I can call to mind some incident, or something she told me. Here's where she dropped her mirror, and told me breaking it meant seven years bad luck; here's where I was surprised to see the moon in daytime, and she showed me the Man in the Moon. Here's where she and her friends hotly debated the rival merits of History and Geography, and I was required to promise to choose Geography when I grew up; and here's where they dashed off to save a small boy from a big dog armed only with an umbrella.
The years passed, and by the time I was nine Anne had left school, one of the Duxes of the Academy, and gone off to university in York , determined to fly the nest . And before long she was off altogether to a job in London, returning only for high days and holidays, usually in some clapped-out old banger of a car that needed a trip to McCully's garage before the visit was over. I got to borrow her bedroom when she was away; I was growing out of my little one a bit by then. Otherwise I missed her, and the sheer stimulation of her company. She'd occasionally done the teenager thing and grumpily shut me out of her room, but more often she'd been happy to let me join in, to push me on the swing and play games with me; especially board games and card games, for which she had a passion. And from my earliest years I'd looked on in awe at some of the fascinating things she did: from playing the piano to developing her own photos, from knitting jumpers in fiendishly complicated patterns to making working models with my Dad's old Meccano set. ( If you think no girl ever voluntarily played with Meccano, think again ! But in spite of her example it never appealed to me. ) Even a look at her homework had fascinated me; would you believe I couldn't wait to grow up and do exciting sums with letters as well as numbers.
Having a teenage sister also gave me a precocious interest in pop music.; I became an avid viewer of Juke Box Jury and Top of the Pops, and counted down the charts on a Sunday night on the big dining room radio. This was a huge item by modern standards, relying as it did on valves, and sat on its own special shelf; what a liberation it was when Anne got one of the new transistor radios that you could carry round the house.
Since Auntie Vi's gramophone only played 78s, by now we also had a red Dansette; I loved the way you could put a whole pile of records on it and play them one after another. It was Beatles records now that dominated our turntable, and I was first in the queue to go and see the Beatles films when they came out. There were no screaming girls among the audience, thank goodness, but many of the youngsters there stamped along during the songs, which was almost as bad. This was all at the Countess, one of three cinemas then in the town; it was in the Town Hall of all places, the council having had the brilliant idea fifty years back of letting out this white elephant for the purpose. I loved every part of the cinema-going ritual, from the moment when the lights went down and the curtains swished aside, right down to coming out still dazzled with it all to catch a bus home in the dark.
But television was our main entertainment. What other programmes did I enjoy most ? Mr Pastry and Harry Worth. Blue Peter for its informative features; Crackerjack with its fun and its quizzes; and indeed quizzes of all sorts, soaking up general knowledge like a sponge. Top Cat and the Flintstones; Yogi Bear and Deputy Dawg. Animal Magic with Johnny Morris, who reminded me of my grandfather. The Sunday classic serials, introducing me painlessly to famous literature. Dr Who, from the very first episode. Bewitched, and Tich and Quackers. And The Man from Uncle, for which I stayed up late on Thursday evenings; my entire generation of nine-year-olds, I've since discovered, was doing the same.
MORE SCHOOL
Back at school, I had progressed by now through several classes: though Miss Taylor's I missed quite a lot of due to several prolonged spells of illness . Every time I came back there seemed to be a new seating arrangement; Miss Taylor was experimenting with sitting us in groups, though all firmly facing the front at this stage. Once I even found myself sitting next to a brand-new classmate; several joined us that year, raising our numbers to 48. Miss Taylor kept order by having us all put our faces down on the desk for a while when the class got restive. But one day we re-emerged to discover she had quietly gone round and given us all a chocolate bar. This must have been at the end of the year I think; a farewell gesture in return for us ( rather enterprisingly for our age ) buying her a leaving present. And she wasn't the last to go.
Miss Banks was our next teacher; the only really young class teacher in the whole of the Primary.Later she married and became Mrs Jack. Friday afternoons in her class always ended with a spelling quiz , with the different rows competing with one another. Then it was Miss Reid. Our studies were getting more serious now: we started on Geography and History with her, and embarked on long division and grammar. She did at least choose a gentle way to introduce this latter, by reading us a story called The Grammatical Kittens, one episode, and grammatical term, per week; the fact I still remember it suggests it was a good ploy.
Meanwhile things had been changing for the Academy primary. With the new Stanley School opening, the powers that be had decided that the intake behind ours should be the last, and the school began gradually to be run down. As we all progressed up the school and classrooms emptied, they were colonised by classes from the overpopulated secondary department. These bigger invaders crowded the corridors at times but were far too lordly to pay any heed to us.
More positively, we younger ones increasingly had the run of a much less crowded playground at break times. The monitors who'd overseen things seemed to disappear when we got to around Primary 4, and those of us who preferred chasing games and role play over skipping ( a skill at which I was quite hopeless ) roamed happily around the wilder parts of the school grounds when we got the chance, behind the huts and around the coal heaps, getting up to less than sensible things sometimes. Sheila was our leader; the bliss of being invited to join her group lives still in the memory. She said what went; and I never questioned the ruthless playground politics which had us feuding intensely with anyone who thought different and tried to set up in rivalry.
As numbers dwindled, so too did the staff of teachers; the older ones retired, younger ones moved on to other schools. But the one who seemed oldest of all, Mrs Blythe, stayed on almost to the end. Lack of alternatives saw us having her for two years in a row , so our time with her looms large in my memories. Everything about her seemed old-fashioned: her white hair was kept in a bun ;in the age of mini-skirts hers were nearly to her ankles. And she had no qualms about giving the strap to misbehaving boys, though as with all our primary teachers she was never belt-happy, unlike some of the teachers of that era.
Nothing more typifies Mrs Blythe's classes than the attention she gave to religious instruction. We went to an assembly in the primary hall every morning, but that didn't stop her having further hymn-singing when we got back to the classroom, followed by a session of Bible study; we got a thorough grounding in both Old and New Testaments during our time with her.
But the other notable feature of our years in Mrs Blythe's class was the amount of Scottish history and culture we imbibed. We learned the poems of Burns, and went through the whole of Scottish history from Kenneth McAlpine to Bonnie Prince Charlie, using a book called The Story of Scotland. Most of our textbooks were as old as the hills, with the names of multiple previous owners recorded on a sheet inside the front cover , to which list we added our own; but what makes me think this was a special project of Mrs Blythe's is that these were brand new, and she thought so much of them that she gave a special lesson when we got them on how to cover your books, with paper provided .The theme continued with Mrs McDougall teaching us Songs of the Isles , and the primary gym teacher Miss McKelvie , to whom we had now graduated after the early years of having our own teachers do gym with us, starting us on Scottish Country Dancing. Even someone of English family like me was thoroughly Scotticised by the end of it all.
Up till now our education had been as ultra-traditional as you can get. But this was to change when we arrived in Primary 7. So many teachers had left by now that they actually needed to hire some new ones . And they were even reduced to employing students to teach us for the first month of the new term, before they could find someone more permanent. In our case this was Mrs Maclean; who having taught in England was full of up-to-the-minute ideas. And once our qualifying exams were out of the way, we had great fun putting these into practice.
We were among the last to take " the qually "; and in our case , apart from a formal printed paper for an intelligence test, the decision was made on the basis of our normal school exams, sat just before Christmas with slightly more formality than usual, with the two senior classes being mixed together in alternate rows to diminish potential collusion. The Academy primary always had a higher pass rate than average, and with an increased number being let through that year about two-thirds of us were selected to continue at the Academy. But this division was a more temporary one for our generation than in the past, for with the Academy turning comprehensive we were reunited in the same school a couple of years later. It's telling that some of those who came back , and were given the opportunity to take courses and do exams that they mostly otherwise wouldn't have had, did better than others who had passed; providing proof of the fundamental unfairness of the old division into sheep and goats.
Then after Christmas it was all change for a more progressive education. Not that progressive of course; we were still following our traditional subjects, experiencing the joys of parsing and decimals. But we began to spend increasing amounts of time finding things out for ourselves, using a class library of reference books Mrs Maclean had found from somewhere; working through work cards, and compiling projects: Mrs Maclean was very keen on Projects. And we found ourselves only too happy to humour this apparent eccentricity, particularly when it came to working in groups. Before long, she had the desks pushed together and us seated in sixes, all named after Great Britons like Nelson and Churchill ( we chose these ourselves, on very conventional lines; it never so much as crossed our minds to consider a woman ) ;and facing each other rather than the front of the class. A refreshingly sociable experience, particularly when it came to the girls and boys interacting, something we had rarely done over the years.
There were other liberating activities: elaborate craft projects, like making big collages ( my group did a beach scene, with the Beatles in the bandstand and Concorde flying overhead ) and trying to make life-size figures out of papier-mache ...oh, what a mess we made ! We went to the beach to collect shells, and then cemented them onto boards as shell pictures. We measured the school building and drew a plan of it to scale; we put on a play called A Japanese Legend, with everyone but the heroine conveniently costumed in dressing-gowns. We kept fish from the burn in a tank in the classroom ( they didn't survive long ); we sold our mothers' baking round the classes to raise money for charity. And as the year drew to a close we spent whole afternoons in the field playing rounders, and afterwards stayed sitting out there while Mrs Maclean read us Tom Sawyer. It was an idyllic end to our Primary days.
And so after the summer holidays, we came back to begin our secondary days . We girls had our own brief private reunion on the first morning, the old comforting ritual of greeting each other for the start of the new term; before separating for good into the different streamed classes into which the Academy divided us. Most of us were also to be in different classes from the boys for the first two years; as much a matter of administrative convenience as any particular policy, I suspect, and indeed there was one experimental mixed class that year. The boys' Latin stream was labelled 1:1, the girls' class 1:2 , but this order of priority was merely a mild annoyance; we girls knew we were superior to boys any day.
It was startling to look upon the sea of new faces in the classroom and realise that they would all become familiar classmates over the next few weeks. Exciting to see the timetable filling up with new subjects and some of the legendary teachers my sister had told me all about: I would soon be fielding enquiries after Anne from them, and from some of the new young teachers who had been her near-contemporaries. I doubt if they were any wiser than I was when I told them she had become a Systems Analyst.
Anne had also drawn me a helpful plan of the school; a very necessary aid to finding my way round in the first few days. We had visited the main building from time to time during our primary days, mostly for special occasions like concerts and prizedays, but most of it beyond the main halls had stayed a mystery to us ; now we were ranging not only over that but all of the numerous huts and outbuildings the school had sprawled into. Including of course our very own primary building, where we were now the interlopers and the last primary class had been banished to a hut.
But the old primary building wasn't to be our stamping-ground for much longer. Little over a year later, plans were announced for the Academy to turn comprehensive, and to make the necessary space to accomodate an enormous 1500 or so pupils much rebuilding would be needed. There were to be two multi-storey classroom blocks, plus a new dining hall and a sports centre; to make room for these the primary building and half the huts had to go. But since these were all fully occupied with classes , and demolition work was due to begin almost at once, something had to give; some pupils would have to be decanted elsewhere.
So began a game of Musical Schools, with pupils all over Ardrossan and Saltcoats ending up on the move. The signal to begin was the completion of the new Dykesmains Primary; the primary pupils from Saltcoats Secondary school at Jacks Road could then move into it, leaving space at Jacks Road for the 1st and 2nd year Academy pupils. I was in 2nd year by then, and part of the exodus. We pupils rather enjoyed the upheaval, and our awayday at Jacks Road. It was quite a recent building, and we marvelled at the modern facilities, such as indoor toilets, unheard of at the Academy. It was the teachers who bore the brunt of things; while the two schools were officially amalgamated and we had a few of the Jacks Road teachers for classes, for the most part it was our usual teachers who were having to commute back and forth between the two buildings, forever dashing off to catch the minibuses and taxis that had been laid on for them. Meanwhile demolition of the old primary had proceeded apace, and by June 1970 the frames of the new buildings were rising. True, it had got a bit run down in the past few years; but we were sad to see it go , a whole chunk of our lives torn away.
Things got even more complicated in the next school year when Stanley School, then also a secondary school, was also brought into the mix. A complete comprehensive intake started out in 1st year there; 2nd and a few 3rd years continued at Jacks Road; while 3rd to 6th years were at the old buildings. And there were even more minibuses and taxis , shuttling now between three sites. But school life managed to carry on without descending into complete chaos; and by the end of the year the new classroom blocks were nearly finished, ready for a grand reunion of the school on the old site at the start of the next session.The other schools involved also took on a new lease of life; Stanley became an enlarged primary, while Jacks Road was handed over to become the new Catholic St Andrew's Academy, with St Peter's pupils moving in there.
For old-timers like me, the new school opening was a disorienting process. It felt a bit like being five again; feeling a bit lost among all these new buildings and crowds of strangers. Even the old building was changed : the science and practical rooms had all been converted to ordinary classrooms; the girls' and boys' cloakrooms had been inexplicably swapped over; and the sacred Front Door, previously strictly reserved for teachers and visitors, had become just another door to be used every day. Suddenly too there were years of younger ones coming up behind us. Because of the run-down of the primary, we had actually never known that situation before ; and it turned out to be rather fun to meet and chat with the younger siblings of classmates and their friends, getting their take on the brave new world of comprehensivisation; we started feeling like wise elders who'd seen it all.
And if it sometimes felt as though I was at a totally new school, not Ardrossan Academy at all, that was just a preview of something that by now I knew was about to happen to me in earnest . For ICI had been undertaking a major reorganisation, and the fallout for us was that Dad, given the choice between redundancy and redeployment, had opted for a move down south, to Manchester , and I would be leaving my familiar world behind me very soon.
It was like our family's arrival in town in reverse. Dad went ahead to start his new job , coming home every few weekends; Mum and I stayed behind for a year, so I could complete my O Grade exams.In the meantime, we cleared out the detritus of a quarter of a century and began packing up our lives.I squirrelled away all the memorabilia I could find; something to look back on when I was far away from home.
I had never been to England; everyone had always preferred to come to us for visits. When I was very little, I thought it was just a bus-ride away; I looked with fascination upon the people getting on the New England bus, wondering why we didn't join these compatriots of ours and just go there ! Now I read up with anxious interest on this foreign land to which I was going, with its strange customs like A-levels instead of Highers, and its football teams with funny names; partly familiar from TV and books, but different in so many ways from home. Manchester in particular, with its surrounding Northern industrial culture, was completely new to me. Apparently it was notorious for its rain; well, that at least wasn't going to faze a native of the Three Towns.
It was raining the day we left Saltcoats in May 1972. As our heavily-laden car drew away from our back gate down the lane, it began to pour; and all the way down through the hills and along Nithsdale to Dumfries we were buffeted by the wind and the rain. But as we neared the border it stopped; and by the time we were in the environs of Manchester an evening sun was gilding the city, lighting up all its red-brick terraces . And as we arrived in the southern suburb where we were to live, I found to my surprise that we were surrounded by trees; an unexpected delight and partial recompense for the loss of the seaside. Our new home was putting on its fairest face for us; perhaps things weren't going to be so bad after all.
Susan Nock - England


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The Witch CEO is NOT a Demoness [Completed] (Editing--On Process)
Romance Romance Female Protagonist Comedy Modern Smut Original
High bun, eyeglasses, long sleeve shirt and plaited skirt. Dressed so strictly, FengJiu reached 28 without having any intimate interaction with men. At an early age, being an orphan, FengJiu dedicated herself on taking good care of her grandfather and their business, choosing to live a life different from a normal teenager. Now, as the CEO of Feng International, people view her as a stoic woman without emotions. Deep inside, FengJiu is like any other women, want to experience the beauty of life and romance. Due to the pressure of her grandfather in her marriage, FengJiu decided to let herself experience the life of a single woman without worries before tying the knot (marriage). For the first time in her life, she got drunk and party all night. Huh? Why is she naked? Eh? Ehh?! "Woman, after eating me dry, you have to take responsibility." a shameless man said. In an instant, she became his 'sugar mommy'. What?! This shameless NEET whom she 'adopted' is the owner of Lu Corporation, her enemy?! Before she could escape, she got tied on the bed. "Woman, you better chose wisely. You will marry me or I will marry you?" She strictly rejects him after knowing everything but every inch of her body craves for him otherwise. (N.E.E.T.- Not in Education, Employment or Training aka Unemployed) [PLEASE ADOPT ME \(T^T)/ and DONATE @ paypal.me/sayurihyuuga] New Novel- The Rebirth of the Female Antagonist: XuanRong [Webnovel] Cover: Pristine Editor and Proofreader: RenTheView and Moonlitnight.
Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife
Contemporary Romance Antagonist
"Stay with me and I will give you everything your heart desires. For you, my darling, I would part the mountains, split the sea, and cause havoc on Earth just to have you." - - - - In every love story, there's always a vengeful and venomous fiancée who was engaged to the rich and handsome CEO that fell for the poor, but gentle and innocent female lead. In his greed for her love, he broke his poor fiancée whose love drove her to the brink of insanity. No one ever cared about how the fiancée felt. Zhao Lifei was prepped her entire life to marry one man, but suddenly, his heart was captured by another. She was face-slapped, destroyed, and disowned for loving Zheng Tianyi. She was willing to sacrifice her youth, time, and heart for the man, but all she got was pain and despair. It took two harsh, but awakening years for Zhao Lifei to finally understand the mistakes she has made in the past. After her redemption, it was now Zhao Lifei's turn to experience a love grander than the female lead. Smarter, feistier, and wittier, Zhao Lifei knew how to survive the cruel, backstabbing, and harsh upper-class society was. "A bastard fiancé that broke my heart? Screw him, I'll find someone richer!" "All of my friends have abandoned me? Whatever, I'll find better ones!" "My parents disowned me? That's fine, my grandfather is wealthier and more powerful than both of them combined!" To the polar opposite of the snarky Zhao Lifei, was the incredibly wealthy and powerful, yet ruthlessly cold Yang Feng. Yang Feng, the King of the Business Empire, was a man to be feared. Heart of ice, eyes of stone, merciless but enticingly handsome, there was not a single person in this world that dared to offend him. Many have tried, but none had succeeded in garnering his attention. That is, until his path unexpectedly collides with Zhao Lifei. Challenges will arise, chaos will commence, and drama will ensue. But then again, what is a love story without disturbance? They say love without conflict is just a simple crush and the story of Zhao Lifei and Yang Feng was anything but that. - - - - - Note: This is an original story by me (xincerely) and not a translation :) Story Discord: https://discord.gg/N5zzn6t Update Schedule: 2 chapters per day. Per Week: 14 chapters Editors and Proofreaders: Yserieh, ketaki, deelah, SniperGirl, dumdum007, YunRei, Blissful, ninaviews, Ocelot, Hoodwinhemmford, PantojaC0311, _pia29, dumdum007, filledelisle, myco, rosie, and littlebakergirl!
Handsome CEO's Darling Wife
Romance Female Protagonist Comedy Modern Mature Mystery Amnesia Slice of Life Suspence Inteligent Female Lead Doting husband
"You're the moonlight that lights up the night's darkness~ You're the rain that patches the dried up lands~ You're the breath that keeps my heart alive~" "Haha, hubby, you're becoming better at flattering me" "As long as it is for you, I can become better at anything you want, my dear wifey." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - While running away for their lives, she sacrifices herself to let her beloved escape. Hua Lan wakes up in an unfamiliar, luxurious room to find that she's unable to recall anything about herself. Learning that information regarding her existence is wiped out, and that she needs to be cautious of the people out there to get her, Hua Lan starts a new life with a new identity. Surrounded by her dotting, handsome husband and his loving family, Hua Lan (now Mu Lan) adapts herself to her new life. But now in her dreams, she can hear a girl whispers: "Until you say 'I love you', I'll keep our memories shut. Farewell, my love." Mu Liang knows that there is something mysterious going on around her. She got a mystifying background and perplexing capabilities. But he doesn't care about who she was in the past and why they keep attacking her. All he can think of loving her, cherishing her, locking her up so that she will never return to her past. Because he knows that he won't be able to live a moment away from her. They are trying to figure out the mystery regarding Hua Lan. But she needs her memory back. The best doctor cannot understand why she cannot remember anything. But looking at a pair of cruel eyes, her head hurts. Since she cannot regain her memory, they have to choose another way to solve her puzzles. But what will she do after she regains her memories? Someone and some people have to get some face slaps. But who will get the slaps? And who will be able to laugh in the end? ***This is a story about a girl who fights for herself and the people she cares about. She will try to find out who she is after losing her memory and people around her will help her to solve the mysteries around her. __________________________________ This is my first time writing. So I hope the experience Readers will guide me well. I want to become a better writer and want to write stories in your taste. ^_^ __________________________________ *****If the rank of this novel is within Top 3, then, there will be five bonus chapters in every week. ____________________________________ Every week there will be 12-13 chapters. Monday will be the holiday. If there is no update by accident, there will be compensation chapters later on. Writing is a hobby of mine. I have study and work, so I hope everyone understands. Maybe that's what people call working their butts off. XD __________________________________ All the announcements, spoilers and updates will be given in Discord channel. So keep in touch. Discord server- http://discord.gg/MaJMCyb
Little Miss Devil: The President's Mischievous Wife
Contemporary Romance Romance Comedy Original Cooking face slapping Culinary Food gourmet Female Protagoniist
"You're not taking me to bed. Ever." "Who said it had to be on the bed?" "What?! You wouldn't dare kick me off the bed, and I will not share it with you!" "The only reason I would force you out is so I can have you on the floor." She gritted her teeth and glared at her grinning husband. "Go fuck yourself!" she hissed. "Only if you show me how," he winked back. Once the tabloids released an article claiming business tycoon Shen Yi was gay, his family forced him to date and seek a relationship to stave off the false accusations. After many failed encounters, Shen Yi came upon Lu Xinyi. Orphaned since childhood, Lu Xinyi had no safe haven left the moment her boyfriend and her best friend betrayed her. Losing her only treasures left, she felt like dying inside as soon as she boarded that ship. However, after a week-long cruise with Shen Yi, she struck a deal with him. Now the Young Madam of the most powerful Shen family, Lu Xinyi turned into a better version of herself. She would not only fight back against those who had hurt her, but she had also taken a shot at accomplishing her father's broken dream. Attending the country's most prestigious culinary school, Silver Leaf Academy, Lu Xinyi was compelled to compete not only for herself but also for her husband's pride. Through Shen Yi's love and support, she dreamed to emerge victorious one assault after another from a family that she had long abandoned. Oh, but love for food can be a dangerous thing! As Lu Xinyi and her friends struggle to survive the competition and schemes, more and greater challenges await her, putting her love (for food and Shen Yi) to the test. Little Miss Series (1) Little Miss Devil: The President's Mischievous Wife (2) Little Miss Witch: Revenge of the Tainted Angel (3) Little Miss Sunshine: Conquer the Emperor's Heart (4) Little Miss Trouble: The Emperor's Rebellious Consort (5) Little Miss Heiress: The 30 Days Free Trial Lover (6) Little Miss Fae: Banshee in the Modern World (7) Little Miss Immortal: The Nine-Tailed Imperial Consort Official Website: https://www.anjeerikunovels.com/ Join our discussion on discord: https://discord.gg/DjFUwGK Buy me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/anjeeriku Donations: paypal.me/anjeeriku Follow me: facebook.com/anjeeriku instagram.com/anjeeriku
Contemporary Romance Reincarnation Romance Female Protagonist Comedy R-18 Second Chance Showbiz Modern Day Power Couple Business Management Celebrities Music Genius Female Lead Doting love interest Hacker Steamy Smart female lead Doting male lead Possessive Character
A world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international Underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night. She is reborn into the body of Iris Long, a teenage pop singer, wild party girl, and spoiled brat. For the former princess of the Underworld who lived an overprotected and shackled life, this new life is a chance to finally live the life of freedom and independence that she always wanted. Jin Liwei is the most powerful man in the country's business world. Cold and ruthless, he is someone only a few dare offend. When the infamous Iris Long, who used to chase his younger brother, wakes up from a year-long coma, his unfeeling heart moves for the first time and he falls hard for this unexpected genius girl. She wants to fly freely and soar high beyond the sky. He wants her everything, to tie her to himself and to never let her go. This is her journey to super stardom. This is his journey in accompanying her. Together, they will rock the world while facing many challenges. But what will happen when she discovers that she can never escape from the shadows of her previous life? Will she still be able to live her dream life of freedom and independence? Will he be able to protect her from the dangers? ### If you're interested, you can support the author's work at: ko-fi.com/arriacross Twitter: @ArriaCross HGWS Discord Server: https://discord.gg/cSUhBdz ... WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!! This novel is rated 18+ (no one 17 and under allowed). It contains mature adult themes, coarse language, explicit sexual content, and occasional graphic violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please do NOT read if you are under 18 or if you feel uncomfortable with any of these elements. And despite of what some of the negative reviews are claiming, there is NO rape in this novel. Many scenes are deliberately made uncomfortable (clear 18+ warning), but there is NO rape. Also please remember that this is a work of "fiction". Thank you!
I accidentally married a "CEO"
Contemporary Romance Romance Comedy Showbiz Brotherhood CEO Vengeance Family Billionaire Sisterhood Hiddengem
DUE TO THE MATCHMAKING SKILL OF B-52 AND LONG ISLAND ICE TEA, TWO PEOPLE ACCIDENTALLY GOT MARRIED. Jeffry Go, CEO of the biggest Empire in Asia, super-rich and powerful. Jeff is the most sought out bachelor in the whole Country. A man who gets whatever he wanted, no exception! Until he accidentally met his match... === Joanna Wen Tan an orphan, destitute, very much single... and looking for a husband. Her grandmother passed away, leaving her penniless and soon to become homeless. She needed money asap. Luckily she was offered a job, with one condition, she must be married. No exception! Jeff and Ann accidentally meet... **** Two people who are as different as day and night accidentally met at the club and made an arrangement that would change their lives and themselves forever... The agreement was... "A fake marriage." Hence, the love story begins... ***** Why not journey with me and find out if they stayed together or if they end up in a divorce court... Note: If your reading this other than Webnovel.com site, please stop! Do not support sites that had been stealing my hard work. Thank you! If you want to chat with me and has some question. Join me at discord. Link below: https://discord.gg/kq9hgyn
Reborn: Evolving From Nothing
Fantasy Reincarnation System Action Cultivation Comedy Adventure Weak to Strong Magic Fantasy Mystery Romantic Subplot Evolution Brotherhood Original HiddenGem SwordAndMagic Dragon
Dorian was out celebrating his college graduation when a car slammed into him, and darkness took hold. He awoke to find himself in a strange new body, in a strange new world. One world among 30,000 fantastical worlds, where the mighty rule, where mystic beasts walk the earth, and magic spells warp reality. For Dorian to survive in these worlds, unfettered and free, living by his strong moral code, he will need great strength. He must make use of his strange new body and Evolve. But there's one catch... Dorian wasn't the only one sent into the 30,000 Worlds with the power to Evolve. He is the only one from Earth. He is the only one that managed to keep his memories. He is the Firstborn. But he is only one among many. Come read as the realm descends into chaos at the arrival of the 88 Anomalies. ---------------- Author's Patreon - lmkerr.com Discord: https://discord.gg/CEhpTMD
World Domination System
Fantasy Reincarnation System Action Cultivation Adventure
[*Ding* World Domination System booting up. Current World: Unknown Host Status: Near-death Current Goal: Survive Overall Goal: Dominate and Conquer the world!] A college student struggling for cash opted for an experiment which was advertised as safe but paid a lot of money. As soon as he was strapped to a chair and had electrodes placed on his head, he fell asleep but woke up to this robotic voice in his head. With these words started Daneel's adventures in an unknown world. Will he explore and conquer the rapidly changing new world, as the system stated? Or will he die and be forgotten within the eddies of time? If you have some spare change, buy me a coffee to support me at: www.ko-fi.com/killerhemboy Release rate : 14 chapters per week Release Schedule: 00:15, 6:00 GMT+8 Chapter Length: ~2000 Map of Angaria: https://imgur.com/a/FWi9P9c Updated Map(SPOILER ALERT- Only see if you've read until Chapter 900) : https://imgur.com/a/HuGIlpq Discord: https://discord.gg/VCfdPUN
Contemporary Romance Reincarnation Romance Female Protagonist Second Chance Modern Day Power Couple CEO
*NO RAPE and major Misunderstandings!* If she could use any three words to describe herself, Jiang Yue would say that she is rich, beautiful, and extremely smart. Unfortunately, she took these for granted in her past life, causing her downfall. After reincarnating to her fifteen year old self, Jiang Yue wants only three things: to build an empire, spend more time with the people who love her and live a happy life. ... In his past life, he was unable to express his love for Jiang Yue. Now that he has reincarnated, all he wants to do is show Jiang Yue how much he loves her. If she wants only three things, then he wants only three things: to build an empire for her, to spend more time with her, and live a happy life with her. ----- Mixed with a little hint of mind-boggling mysteries and secrets, what happens when two reincarnated individuals meet and fall in love? ----- "Do you believe in reincarnation?" Fu Jin's question instantly made Jiang Yue froze. She remembered how she was the one who asked this question when they first met. "Of course I do." She answered. She was the living proof that reincarnation existed. "Why are you asking that?" "Well... if I tell you that I reincarnated just to make you mine, would you believe me?" His question immediately gave Jiang Yue goosebumps. She did not answer him, instead, she turned around so she could face him. Their gazes met. "Then if you were given a chance to reincarnate, would you find me again and make me yours?" She asked. "Of course." He answered, as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "I would find you and wait for you Mrs. Fu. Even if it would have taken million years and million lifetimes." Fu Jin's answer instantly made Jiang Yue smile. However, this time, a mysterious light flashed in her eyes. Maybe, Fu Jin's words were true. Maybe, he also reincarnated just like her. And maybe... just maybe, their souls were already connected, long before they reincarnated. ----- Updates: 2-3 Chapters everyday 5 Chapters every friday for TGIF There will be 7 ARCS and less than 500 Chapters. (Edited Chapter: 1-50 and the current chapters) (NOTE: This is a double reincarnation story. Both FL and ML died in their previous lives and reincarnated.) (NOTE: NO RAPE, ABUSE OR MAJOR MISUNDERSTANDINGS.) ----------- Buy me a coffee: http://ko-fi.com/theblips Discord Server: https://discord.gg/Jw2Yjfr ----------- Book Cover: Webnovel Editor: Sanidragon, HallsOfIvy, Yui, Swaning
My Beautiful Commander
Historical Romance Reincarnation Romance Female Protagonist Comedy Transmigration
Xia Lian, a 21st century military doctor died in an explosion and found herself transmigrated to the body a 12 year girl. Her mother died and her father abandoned her and her little brother for another woman. But she strives to provide a bright future for her younger brother and herself. She slowly makes herself stronger so that no one can bully her and her brother. Many admire her for her strong and free personality. Even the cold and aloof general falls head over heals for her, but she does not accept love as she only has her brother in her eyes. But he does not give up as he realized that he is in love with this weird and strong woman. Note: Pic credits goes to Webnovel team. The story is set in a fictional era.. Release rate: 14 chps/week Connect with me on Discord: neha_#4373 https://discord.gg/FhuJQwk
I Love You, Monster: The Blindfolded Wife x The Masked Husband
Contemporary Romance Romance Comedy Mystery Completed
[COMPLETED] 19 years old Davi, married a stranger whom she never seen at all to save her little brother. Until she found herself being bound with a certain mission. Her mission is to seduce her stone cold husband who is never romantically interested with anyone and bear his child. ____ VOLUME I & II > Main Story > Chapter 1 to 415 > Status: COMPLETED VOLUME III > Special Volume > Second Male Lead and Second Female Lead Story > Chapter 416 - 512 > Status: COMPLETED Discord server: https://discord.gg/UGTA3A4 Current Editors/proofreaders: kraycee, lov3lamb, iamconi789 Donations: https://www.paypal.me/kazzenlx _____ My other novels: > I Hate You, Devil! > My Future Wife is Androphobic _____ *cover not mine, all credits belongs to the artist/owner*
Dual Cultivation
Eastern Fantasy Reincarnation Romance Cultivation R-18 Mature Polygamy
What is the point of wealth and status if there's nobody to share it with? Dual Cultivation explores the sensual side of the Cultivation world that is often filled with solitude! Su Yang was sentenced to life in prison within the Eternal Retribution Cliff, where only the universe's most violent and evil criminals dwell. His crime? He seduced the Moon God's wife, kidnapped the Dragon King's sister, and even touched the Heavenly Emperor's beloved daughter. He later meets a mysterious old man who would help him escape prison by reincarnating him. In his new life, Su Yang swears to reunite with his lovers and hold them in his embrace once again, all the while finding new ones along the way. ~ Join Discord for announcements and SS giveaways: https://discord.gg/uZvvveV
PS I'm (not) Over You (Revision On-going)
Contemporary Romance Romance Female Protagonist Mystery Smut Original Crime Tsundere
Status: Ongoing. Chapters are revised until Ch40. Ch41-189 editing on works. "Sometimes love needs a second chance, because it wasn't ready the first time." Five years ago, she suddenly showed up on her grandfather's doorstep, asking for help to get out of the country as soon as possible. She needed to get away from her lover, taking with her their unborn child. She had enough of him, constantly breaking her fragile heart --- for the sake of protecting their child from the underworld, Ririna had to say goodbye to her unrequited love. Eli was a worldly man, as a future heir to the underworld empire and CEO of multi-corporations, there's nothing that he couldn't have when he wanted it. For him, there's nothing more exciting and satisfying than watching his company dominating the stock exchange and making more money. His mind made up during his childhood that he would never follow his father's steps, not be brought down on his knees by a woman, or so he thought, not until Ririna left him! His woman disappeared, taking his heart with her... Now, she's back!!! She wants to delve deeper into the accidental death of her mother. This is the chance Eli has been waiting for, this time she can't get away from him anymore. Threats and dangers are still lurking around them. Their enemies are seeking after them with lethal schemes. In this game of life and death, raising a child is not ideal. He must eliminate them all first before starting a family with Ririna, but the child he never knew he had is seeking him regardless. Is his child going to be his weakness or his strength? Story set in a fictional unnamed country. Updates with 1 chapter daily. (1 AM or 11 PM GMT +8) Warning: May contain scenes (sex and violence) and dialogues not appropriate for young readers. Special Thanks: moonlitnight, angelli_08 Pristine, ChangchangLongwei; Emijay; Miss Bookie Join our discussion on discord: https://discord.gg/DjFUwGK Official website: http://www.anjeerikunovels.com/ If you enjoy my content, please consider supporting what I do by buying me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/anjeeriku
The Devil's Sleeping Beauty
Contemporary Romance Reincarnation Romance Comedy Modern Beautiful Female Lead handsome male lead Adorable Kid Forgiveness
She had always thought that he was a devil in human flesh. She feared him and hated him for the sins he committed but after seeing how much he changed to be a better person for her, it took her a great amount of courage to forgive him since by the time she found out the truth about him, she had already loved him. From being the worst husband and father to the best husband and father one can ever have, Lu Yifeng was given a second chance to correct every wrong deed he did. He was the man who destroyed their family and it took death to make him realize his wrongdoings. . . . . "Meilin, come here." She turned to her husband and smiled, "Mr. Lu, we are at work, didn't we already agreed to behave while we're here?" "I want to have an affair with my secretary." Lu Yifeng said calmly. "Can I?" Xia Meilin narrowed her eyes, "No." He stood up and walked toward her which made Xia Meilin take a few steps backward away from him when she saw the dangerous look on Lu Yifeng's eyes. She stopped when she felt the cold wall against her back. Lu Yifeng ended up cornering her. "I'm the President of this company, I do whatever I want to do, including having an affair with my secretary." Xia Meilin refused to back down that's why she ended up glaring at him. "Do you want to get beat up by your wife?" The side of his lips curled up into a smirk, "Will she now?" He cupped her chin and bowed his head to place a soft kiss on her lips. "Then stop acting as my secretary. You're my wife, it's your job to watch over your husband. If you want to have a salary, then I can give you all my money." A faint blush appeared on Xia Meilin's cheeks after she has been kissed by him. She pouted and turned her head away, "I just want to try how it feels to work as your secretary." ------ Discord: https://discord.gg/z56kkGG Twitter: @berriapplepi Please support me by buying me a ko-fi: ko-fi.com/berriapplepi This is an Original Novel by berriapplepi (me) Modern Fairytale series: The Devil's Sleeping Beauty (Sleeping Beauty) Ten Years Late: The Bullied Husband(Little Red Riding Hood) Beast Under Her Dress: Princess, Don't Run! (Beauty and the Beast) (Snow White) - Pending My Evil Cinderella: Taming a Villainous Wife (Cinderella) The chapters are still in the process of being edited. Cover is mine <3
Accidentally Married a Fox God - The Sovereign Lord Spoils His Wife
Fantasy Romance Romance Comedy Transmigration Fantasy Smut Xianxia
Just as Li Meirong thought her life couldn't get any worse, she transmigrated into an abused body of a servant girl being sold at a brothel in a completely different world. Saved by a mysterious stranger, she stumbled her way into a large cultivation sect. She struggled to find her place in this new realm, with its own rules and obstacles, far different from the one she was used to. One day, while on a quest to find a spirit beast, she encountered a wounded fox cub in the woods. "From now on, you will be my precious companion...." Hugging the cub closely to her chest, she showered him with affection. Without her noticing, the fox cub narrowed his lustrous golden eyes and flashed a set of razor-sharp fangs. 'Who does this stupid girl think she is?!' Does she not notice the noble bearing of the Sovereign Fox Lord? 'You're lucky you're my wife or this Sovereign Lord would have killed you a thousand times over by now!' As her journey continued with her adorable pets by her side, Li Meirong began to realize that in this world, her powers were incredible! "Little Fox, Little Fox! I have my own space to grow divine herbs and can even summon legendary beasts!" The Little Fox rolled his eyes. Humph! Isn't it only a few divine herbs Obviously, as her husband, he would provide her with whatever she required. As for those other pets... if they dare touch even a single strand of hair on his wife's head, a death sentence awaits them! Meanwhile, the Fox Lord had been experiencing his own set of difficulties. His wife still thought he's just a dumb little animal! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Excerpt; "Surely, you don't assume your Husband's fire could be doused so easily?" he inquired at length, revealing a trace of wickedness as his thin lips hooked upwards. "I will have to trouble my wife to take care of me." "Please, I can't take any more trouble. Y-you can't be serious..." she whimpered. 'This shameless, outrageous man, can't he see I'm exhausted?!' "Everything is going to be fine," said Zhu Qingyue, licking his lower lip. He teasingly imitated her own previously spoken words. "Don't worry. I've got this all under control." "..." Li Meirong's mouth hung wordlessly open. She realized that her inebriated decision had led her into another unexpected death trap! One round after another, the pitiful, ignorant wife of the Sovereign Fox Lord had discovered and repeatedly reacquainted herself with all the sore parts of her body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I opened a Patreon for this webnovel. Please show your support for the novel. :) https://www.patreon.com/marriedafox The discord channel for the novel - if you would like to be part of any discussion relating to the novel, questions to the author, sharing art content, etc', join now! :> https://discord.gg/KpSTSHu ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *This novel contains mature and explicit scenes, depicting violence, as well as sexual content.*
Valerian Empire
Fantasy Romance romance R-18 handsome male lead slow romance hidden gem female protagonist historical mature power couple possessive characters
[COMPLETED] "But he is a good man," she argued to see his eyes narrow at her words. "And I could be a bad man," he warned, "As long as you're under my wing, I expect you to behave and listen to what I say. Do not let any man kiss you, Katherine. We don't want you falling into wrong hands like before so play along." "I'm not yours to listen," she blurted out and felt her face flush with embarrassment for the second time in the evening, "I mean you can't-" "So disobedient," he murmured before his hand moved from her waist to her back pulling her close to him and he whispered, "Would you want to be mine?" Year 1834 A dark time when the shadowed creatures descended the peaceful human lands, making their existence known slowly. The time when empires were ruled by the human's conspiracy, betrayal, and hate but unaware that they were just mere puppets. The actual puppeteers behind the scenes were the shadowed creatures, having the power to crush anything in their way. What happens when a little human girl catches the eye of one of the pureblooded Lord? Will she survive the political affairs between the lands when there is a handsome Lord involved and not to forget the ghost that's followed her back home.
The Villain's Wife
Contemporary Romance Romance Female Protagonist Comedy Clever Protagonist Power Couple Business Management handsome male lead Modern Day Doting male lead beautifulfemalelead no misunderstandings Female CEO
Like almost every dramatic romance novel, Lily Qin's story began with an evil stepmother, a scheming stepsister, and a dumb ex-fiance. At twenty, she fell prey to their grand scheme and became the laughingstock of the country. In despair, she left. Seven years later, Lily Qin rose from the ashes. She was labeled as an empress, an iron lady, a genius, and a prodigy. She was Miss Tycoon. Now, at twenty-seven, Lily Qin was an established businesswoman who was single-handedly controlling her multinational company abroad. She was beautiful, smart, and successful. Women envied her while men couldn't help but worship her ethereal beauty. With her devastating past, everyone had assumed that Lily would exact revenge on the people who had wronged her. Who would have guessed that behind that beaming smile of hers was a numb heart that aimed only to make more profit? "Revenge?" Her lips slowly curved into a smirk. "Don't flatter yourself. This is all about profit. I only want you to pay for what you owe me…" She then looked at her fiery red nails. "Of course, I added a little interest here and there. After all, this is still business." --- Zhuo Jingren's love for Lily Qin was something that only he knew. Ever since they were children, he had his eyes on her. Yet, every time he had tried to confess, he would end up fainting from nervousness. So when Lily Qin promised to marry him if he became richer than her, Zhou Jingren did not hesitate to leave the orphanage and work his way up just to become her man. Who would have thought that years later, when he was successful and feared by many, he would come back to an engaged Lily Qin? Then she mistook him for an escort after eating his tofu? Preposterous! The worst thing was, she seemed to have forgotten everything about him. Hadn't she promised to marry him the moment he became more prominent than her family? Now, after taking advantage of him, she dared to run away? This woman was a liar! He gritted his teeth as he watched her approach him. He was about to say something mean when she suddenly spoke. "Are you my new bodyguard?" She did not even wait for him to answer before tossing her car keys at him. "Drive. Let's go wreak some havoc." Thus, the mafia's big boss became Lily Qin's bodyguard. --- "So you want to marry me?" she asked the devilishly handsome man in front of her. "As a businesswoman, it is only natural that you take responsibility for what you did," he shamelessly said, his eyes never leaving hers. "What do I gain?" she asked while playing with a glass of wine in her hands. "As a businesswoman, I won't do anything that doesn't profit me." "Is my body not enough?" Lily stifled a laugh at the man's shameless words. "Of course not!" A flash of mirth was seen in Zhuo Jingren's eyes as he pulled out three flashcards: one of a black check-mark drawing, one of Mickey Mouse picture, and one of a ball and a hoop picture. "What is this?" Confusion laced her beautiful face. Did this man think she was a child? "Profits Miss Qin. These stocks are already under your name. As an opportunist, you are liable to marrying me for receiving stocks from these three international companies," he answered. "Stocks?" she asked as the realization hit her. Did he buy her stocks from Nikke, Disneyworld and MBasketball Association in advance? Did he assume that she would marry him? Just how confident was this man? "My body plus these shares should be enough to make you say yes, right?" he asked. "After all, you already took advantage of my body. This is your responsibility." And thus, Lily Qin's bodyguard became her husband. .... There is no RAPE or MAJOR MISUNDERSTANDINGS. WARNING: FL is scheming and evil. CHAPTER RELEASE: 2 per day Priv Cost: 5 ss for 3 advance chapters Discord: https://discord.gg/Jw2Yjfr Twitter: @precillablips Instagram: precillafromspace Editor: Swaning, Ocelot
Last Wish System
Fantasy System Action Adventure Sword and Magic Multiverse Reicarnation Male-Protagonist Weak-strong
In a universe where the great experts can reincarnate, Yale Roanmad reincarnated with almost no memories of his past life and didn't know who he was. Despite the problem with his memories, Yale had obtained a strange legacy from his own past life the Last Wish System. Yale, who remembered the pain of dying, decided to turn strong to avoid suffering the same pain again. Moreover, he also decided to investigate his own past life to remember who he was. However, he didn't know that a Mysterious Expert, who knew a lot about him and his past life, was looking at him from the shadows. ______________________________________________ Join the Last Wish System Discord Channel: https://discord.gg/RHVESef There is a channel to report errors there, I might not see your reports if you put it in the comment section because I am not getting notified when people comment. You can also check the levels of power in Discord, but it may spoil you if you aren't up-to-date. The usual release rate is 7 chapters/week, but it might increase or decrease it based on the needs of the story to increase quality or if I am in a good mood and manage to write more chapters than expected. Voting with Power Stones is something that motivated me a lot as I see the support of the readers. You can also support the novel on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Alemillach Or by donating in Paypal: https://paypal.me/Alemillach There is a Wikia under construction. If you want to help, you are welcome: https://last-wish-system.wikia.com/wiki/Last_Wish_System_Wiki
Supreme Magus
Fantasy Reincarnation Transmigration Magic Fantasy hidden gem Male MC Western Fantasy
Derek McCoy was a man that since his youth had to face many adversities. Often forced to settle with surviving rather than living, had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living for, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 1 chapter per day Chapter Lenght: 1700 - 2000 words but usually are even longer Warning: The MC is not an hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. -------------------------------------------- Support the Author: https://ko-fi.com/legion20 https://paypal.me/Legion20 ------------------------------------------- Discord channel: https://discord.gg/Z5T7CBD ---------------------------------------- I don't own the cover but wasn't able to find the author.
Flowers Bloom from Battlefield
History Romance Female Protagonist Revenge gender bender Martial Arts Eastern Fantasy War and military Gradual Romance Cross dressing Beautiful Protagonis
Throughout the Ming Kingdom, Jun Hua was famous for being a useless girl without any talent worthy of praise. Everyone mocked her, belittling her for latching onto her brilliant brother Jun Min, the young and peerless general admired as the most talented prodigy for his talent and his ability to change the fate of the declining Jun Family. Never in their wildest dreams would they have suspected that Jun Hua is the young general who is leading the army on the frontline, Jun Min! "She has no talent as a girl, but has the brilliance of a great general!" Her journey towards revenge is something she has to do on her own. And yet, on that path she will gain allies, friends, and possibly even...... a romance? This is Jun Hua's story, a story that shall be carved into history as the legend of "the flower who blooms from the battlefields". .... Story set in fictional world with culture similar to ancient Chinese Word count: 900-1500 words/chapter Thank you for the help of the readers in the discord to make the synopsis The cover picture credit goes to the Webnovel team. Edited chapter count: 75 Link to Discord: https://discord.gg/pBy2wGB If you wish to support me (^-^): Paypal: https://www.paypal.me/sorahana2 ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/sorahana

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Happy End für eine Ehe ist ein US-amerikanisches Filmdrama aus dem Jahr 1969.

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Mary und Fred Wilson leben ein finanziell sorgenfreies Leben der gehobenen Mittelklasse in Denver. Fred konzentriert sich auf seine Arbeit als Steueranwalt, während Mary den Haushalt führt und sich um die Erziehung der jugendlichen Tochter Marge kümmert. Mary ist von der täglichen Routine ihrer Ehe gelangweilt. Sie trinkt und schaut Fernsehen. Kurz vor dem 16. Hochzeitstag der Wilsons bricht Mary aus ihrer gewohnten Welt aus. Kurzentschlossen bucht sie ein Flugticket nach Nassau. Auf den Weg dorthin trifft sie ihre alte Schulfreundin Flo, die ebenfalls auf die Bahamas fliegt, um dort ihren Liebhaber Sam zu treffen. In Nassau wird Mary sogleich von dem attraktiven Franco umworben. Doch Franco hat es nur auf das Geld einer scheinbar einsamen Frau abgesehen. Als Mary ihm gesteht, dass sie selbst ohne jegliches Geld ist, lässt er von ihr ab. Für Mary ist diese Erfahrung nur eine weitere Verletzung ihrer Seele. Sie beginnt ihr Leben zu überdenken. In ihrer Ehe hatte sie bereits einen Selbstmordversuch und begann danach schwer zu trinken. Aus Frust begann sie teuer einzukaufen, was dazu führte, dass Ehemann Fred ihre Kreditkarten sperren ließ. Daheim macht sich auch Fred Gedanken über die gemeinsame Zukunft. Er entschließt sich, Mary anzurufen und um Verzeihung für seine Fehler zu bitten. Als ihre Freundin Flo sich entschließt, eine Heiratsantrag von Sam anzunehmen, kehrt Mary schließlich nach Denver zurück. Sie muss jedoch schnell erkennen, dass Fred nur Angst um seine Reputation hatte. Er sieht eine funktionierende Ehe als Statussymbol. Mary kehrt deshalb nicht nach Haus zurück, sondern mietet sich eine kleine Wohnung und nimmt einen Job an. Der Besuch einer Abendschule soll ihrem Leben eine neue Wendung und einen neuen Sinn geben. Eines Abends trifft sie ihren Ehemann Fred wieder. Auch die Ehe mit Fred könnte durch gemeinsame Veränderungen wieder eine Zukunft haben.

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Der Film erhielt 1970 drei Golden-Globe-Nominierungen in den Kategorien "Bester Song", "Beste Musik" und "Beste Hauptdarstellerin" (Jean Simmons). Jean Simmons erhielt für ihre Darstellung außerdem eine Oscar-Nominierung. Der Song What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life? von Michel Legrand (Musik) und Alan und Marilyn Bergman erhielt ebenfalls eine Oscar-Nominierung.

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Propeller London Style Porter Now in Six Packs
Tags : Nova Scotia
HALIFAX, NS – Propeller Brewing has launched a new format for their London Style Porter, a beer that has been a popular brand for them since its launch in 2003.
Previously available only in 650 ml bombers, the Porter was re-introduced earlier this month in six-packs of 341 ml bottles.
The new package is available at Propeller's brewery retail store and Nova Scotia's private liquor stores, while the 650 ml format remains available the NSLC locations.
Indeed, hopefully this format finds it's way to the NSLC ASAP. Here's an idea: switch the Pilsner back to the 500ml bottles format and put the the Porter 6-pack in it's place, as I personally find that the quality of the Pilsner has degraded a bit in the 341ml bottles, for whatever reason.
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