The Whistling boy belonged to my Dad's Grandma Clegg. It reminded her of him,"...our little Bobby", stood whistling with his hands in his pockets. She left it him. Mum watched him coming towards her down Vine Road with it under his arm when they were setting up house. At home it lived on the upstairs windowsill ignoring the Virgin Mary on O'Hara's windowsill opposite. Dad still whistles - Dixie on a constant loop. I think it masks the tinnitus he hears all the time.
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Twenty Drawings ; Whistling Boy
The Whistling boy belonged to my Dad's Grandma Clegg. It reminded her of him,"...our little Bobby", stood whistling with his hands in his pockets. She left it him. Mum watched him coming towards her down Vine Road with it under his arm when they were setting up house. At home it lived on the upstairs windowsill ignoring the Virgin Mary on O'Hara's windowsill opposite. Dad still whistles - Dixie on a constant loop. I think it masks the tinnitus he hears all the time.
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