[{"node":{"title":"Hewitt005","Collections":"The Mortal Place","Contributor":"John Hewitt Estate","Coverage":"1986","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hewitt005","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Childhood, Dargle Street, Annalee Street","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hewitt005","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hewitt005_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffI knew them for the world\nI spent my childhood in;\neach street distinct in name and character;\nRoe Street was mostly warders, pensioners;\na quiet street, we tied strings to their knockers,\non dark November evenings rapped secure,\nbut Dangle Street was rougher. You stepped with care\nIn Annalee Street a pale baked lived\nwho went to work each evening, his sons my friends\na Russian family, Jews, on the other side,\nthe small father, bearded. They paid boys\nto light their fires on Saturday, their Sabbath.\nBut Avonbeg Street housed my two best friends,\nJohn Ives, his father coachman to Miss Bruce\nlegginged he went through the door in the wall\nof Thorndale there across our avenue;\nand Walter Murphy, a grim widow's son,\nwho took his snapped forearm with quiet courage.\nHere we played mostly at the gable end\non striking, running, vaulting games which chalked\nthe passing seasons, known by own local names\nsuch as 'piggy' for 'tipcat' in the English book,\nfor them recruited by our coded call.\nThe streets sloped upward from our avenue\nto meet its parallel in Manor Street\nequipped with shops you'd need at any time\n","Type":"Text"}}]