<> Hewitt005 The Mortal Place John Hewitt Estate 1986 Linen Hall Library Wednesday, March 16, 2016 TIFF Hewitt005 Manuscript Childhood, Dargle Street, Annalee Street English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hewitt005 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hewitt005_0.jpg LHL Archive I knew them for the world I spent my childhood in; each street distinct in name and character; Roe Street was mostly warders, pensioners; a quiet street, we tied strings to their knockers, on dark November evenings rapped secure, but Dangle Street was rougher. You stepped with care In Annalee Street a pale baked lived who went to work each evening, his sons my friends a Russian family, Jews, on the other side, the small father, bearded. They paid boys to light their fires on Saturday, their Sabbath. But Avonbeg Street housed my two best friends, John Ives, his father coachman to Miss Bruce legginged he went through the door in the wall of Thorndale there across our avenue; and Walter Murphy, a grim widow's son, who took his snapped forearm with quiet courage. Here we played mostly at the gable end on striking, running, vaulting games which chalked the passing seasons, known by own local names such as 'piggy' for 'tipcat' in the English book, for them recruited by our coded call. The streets sloped upward from our avenue to meet its parallel in Manor Street equipped with shops you'd need at any time Text