Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Unexpected Turn of Events
Early in 1932, William (Harold) Taylor left his family for unknown reasons. He left one evening to go to the store and never returned. With this complex turn of events Doris was left to face the unknown alone.
Without any income to continue the house payments Doris had to moved with her two and a half children…Grace to be born in October, to her father’s house on Lloyd Street in Bolton. Eric remembered helping his mom carry a rather large chest full of belongs from their old home to their grandfather’s home, about a mile away. It was very tiring; Eric realized later that his mom was not only carrying the chest, but his unborn sister as well.
Living with Grandfather Barton was not always easy for the boys. George recalls how on cold evenings his mother would place a little stool up by the fire for him to sit on and get warm; more often than not Grandfather Barton would come in to sit down and tell George to move his stool and himself back behind his chair. It seemed his small body might block the warm fire from Grandfather. Doris would come back into the room and move him up to the fire again. This was a brave act for Doris to do, but George recalled, “She was about the only one not afraid of the old man.” A few months later she and her father moved into separate homes on Delacy Street. These homes were City Council Homes, owned by the city of Bolton.
Without any income to continue the house payments Doris had to moved with her two and a half children…Grace to be born in October, to her father’s house on Lloyd Street in Bolton. Eric remembered helping his mom carry a rather large chest full of belongs from their old home to their grandfather’s home, about a mile away. It was very tiring; Eric realized later that his mom was not only carrying the chest, but his unborn sister as well.
Living with Grandfather Barton was not always easy for the boys. George recalls how on cold evenings his mother would place a little stool up by the fire for him to sit on and get warm; more often than not Grandfather Barton would come in to sit down and tell George to move his stool and himself back behind his chair. It seemed his small body might block the warm fire from Grandfather. Doris would come back into the room and move him up to the fire again. This was a brave act for Doris to do, but George recalled, “She was about the only one not afraid of the old man.” A few months later she and her father moved into separate homes on Delacy Street. These homes were City Council Homes, owned by the city of Bolton.