Coventry
Stories
The following stories were submitted to our sister website, toowrite.com. They were written by people from Coventry or are about Coventry itself.
Last Letter home
Author:
Martyn Richards
of Coventry
By producing both letter and play I gained - and hopefully passed to others - a greater insight into the plight of these men and their comrades.
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Celtic Cross-Roads
Author:
Martyn Richards
of Coventry
Commercially, it had been a power for centuries, having successfully rejected a plea for entry by Charles I thanks to its formidable guild-funded town walls.
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Determination
Author:
Melanie Hart
of Coventry
It did not seem to matter how hard we paddled, we could not get nearer to the beach. Our arms were aching and panic was setting in fast. Although we shouted, nobody seemed to hear.
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Realising The Pictures
Author:
Rev. David R Boulton
of Coventry
As if all this were not desperate enough, I had to undergo the further indignity of wearing a dreadful, short, grey, nylon overall jacket that had all the wit, elegance and charming style of a clown's trousers; and being nylon, it generated static.
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On And Off The Buses In Less Than A Fortnight...
Author:
Graham Daniels
of Coventry
The first day at Feltham and I, rather than Ken, was first in the driver's seat. As I slowly released the handbrake, the vehicle crept forward without my touching the accelerator. Diesel filled the air. I turned right out of the garage, left at the lights and was on the open road in London driving a double decker bus.
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The Hitchhiker
Author:
Bryan Bayley
of Coventry
In years gone by, when I was in the RAF, I had done a lot of hitchhiking, and was always sympathetic to those who now found themselves in that familiar situation. Providing they looked respectable enough, I would stop and ascertain if they seemed OK, and if they were, I would offer them a lift.
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The Adventures Of Russell
Author:
David Wright
of Coventry
To get to the river we had to walk across various farm fields that were usually filled with cows for Russell to try to chase. Unfortunately they were also filled with cowpats, which Russell had a strange affinity and attraction for. There we'd be, struggling to carry our fishing rods and tackle whilst at the same time trying to stop Russell from rolling in the oodles of cow dung that lay in his path.
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Choices
Author:
Mona Phillips
of Coventry
I look back almost with affection on the time I spent in the home. There were only two of us there for the first month and Sharon's baby was due any time. Sister Joseph, the Irish nun who ran the place, was also a midwife and apart from an initial homily on the virtues of future self-denial, looked after us like the mother we both needed.
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Driven To Distraction
Author:
Mona Phillips
of Coventry
For most learners - and I'm no exception - the most undesirable feature of driving lessons is the presence of that unwilling back-seat passenger, the previous pupil. This poor unfortunate must sit stoically through every gear-crunching, engine stalling moment as whoever's driving tries to get them all somewhere in one piece. Humiliation levels are excruciatingly high.
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The Dark Ages
Author:
Anne-Marie Bradshaw
of Coventry
No electricity at night, meant no television. This meant no more coming home from school and getting bored after tea while my mum and dad sat in front of the box watching The World Of Whicker, Z Cars, Dad's Army, and a whole host of silly television programmes. My mum was almost reduced to tears when she realised that she would miss Doctor in the House. I think she was secretly in lust with Dr Duncan Waring.
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