- Site Index
- About Me
- Book List & Themes
- Strictly for Adults Novels >
Tales from Portlaw
- No Need to Look for Love
- 'The Love Quartet' >
The Priest's Calling Card
- Chapter One - The Irish Custom
- Chapter Two - Patrick Duffy's Family Background
- Chapter Three - Patrick Duffy Junior's Vocation to Priesthood
- Chapter Four - The first years of the priesthood
- Chapter Five - Father Patrick Duffy in Seattle
- Chapter Six - Father Patrick Duffy, Portlaw Priest
- Chapter Seven - Patrick Duffy Priest Power
- Chapter Eight - Patrick Duffy Groundless Gossip
- Chapter Nine - Monsignor Duffy of Portlaw
- Chapter Ten - The Portlaw Inheritance of Patrick Duffy
- Bigger and Better >
- The Oldest Woman in the World >
Sean and Sarah
- Chapter 1 - 'Return of the Prodigal Son'
- Chapter 2 - 'The early years of sweet innocence in Portlaw'
- Chapter 3 - 'The Separation'
- Chapter 4 - 'Separation and Betrayal'
- Chapter 5 - 'Portlaw to Manchester'
- Chapter 6 - 'Salford Choices'
- Chapter 7 - 'Life inside Prison'
- Chapter 8 - 'The Aylesbury Pilgrimage'
- Chapter 9 - Sean's interest in stone masonary'
- Chapter 10 - 'Sean's and Tony's Partnership'
- Chapter 11 - 'Return of the Prodigal Son'
- The Alternative Christmas Party >
The Life of Liam Lafferty
- Chapter One: ' Liam Lafferty is born'
- Chapter Two : 'The Baptism of Liam Lafferty'
- Chapter Three: 'The early years of Liam Lafferty'
- Chapter Four : Early Manhood
- Chapter Five : Ned's Secret Past
- Chapter Six : Courtship and Marriage
- Chapter Seven : Liam and Trish marry
- Chapter Eight : Farley meets Ned
- Chapter Nine : 'Ned comes clean to Farley'
- Chapter Ten : Tragedy hits the family
- Chapter Eleven : The future is brighter
The life and times of Joe Walsh
- Chapter One : 'The marriage of Margaret Mawd and Thomas Walsh’
- Chapter Two 'The birth of Joe Walsh'
- Chapter Three 'Marriage breakup and betrayal'
- Chapter Four: ' The Walsh family breakup'
- Chapter Five : ' Liverpool Lodgings'
- Chapter Six: ' Settled times are established and tested'
- Chapter Seven : 'Haworth is heaven is a place on earth'
- Chapter Eight: 'Coming out'
- Chapter Nine: Portlaw revenge
- Chapter Ten: ' The murder trial of Paddy Groggy'
- Chapter Eleven: 'New beginnings'
The Woman Who Hated Christmas
- Chapter One: 'The Christmas Enigma'
- Chapter Two: ' The Breakup of Beth's Family''
- Chapter Three: From Teenager to Adulthood.'
- Chapter Four: 'The Mills of West Yorkshire.'
- Chapter Five: 'Harrison Garner Showdown.'
- Chapter Six : 'The Christmas Dance'
- Chapter Seven : 'The ballot for Shop Steward.'
- Chapter Eight: ' Leaving the Mill'
- Chapter Ten: ' Beth buries her Ghosts'
- Chapter Eleven: Beth and Dermot start off married life in Galway.
- Chapter Twelve: The Twin Tragedy of Christmas, 1992.'
- Chapter Thirteen: 'The Christmas star returns'
- Chapter Fourteen: ' Beth's future in Portlaw'
The Last Dance
- Chapter One - ‘Nancy Swales becomes the Widow Swales’
- Chapter Two ‘The secret night life of Widow Swales’
- Chapter Three ‘Meeting Richard again’
- Chapter Four ‘Clancy’s Ballroom: March 1961’
- Chapter Five ‘The All Ireland Dancing Rounds’
- Chapter Six ‘James Mountford’
- Chapter Seven ‘The All Ireland Ballroom Latin American Dance Final.’
- Chapter Eight ‘The Final Arrives’
- Chapter Nine: 'Beth in Manchester.'
- 'Two Sisters' >
- Fourteen Days >
‘The Postman Always Knocks Twice’
- Author's Foreword
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
Thoughts and Musings
- Bereavement >
- Nature >
Bill's Personal Development
- What I'd like to be remembered for
- Second Chances
- Holidays of Old
- Memorable Moments of Mine
- Cleckheaton Consecration
- Canadian Loves
- Mum's Wisdom
- 'Early life at my Grandparents'
- Family Holidays
- 'Mother /Child Bond'
- Childhood Pain
- The Death of Lady
- 'Soldiering On'
- 'Romantic Holidays'
- 'On the roof'
- Always wear clean shoes
- 'Family Tree'
- The importance of poise
- 'Growing up with grandparents'
- Love & Romance >
- Christian Thoughts, Acts and Words >
- My Wedding
- My Funeral
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'On the roof'
"I was around eight years old when I first discovered the advantages of being on top of the shed roof.
At that time, our growing family had just moved into a brand new three bed-roomed house on a newly-built council estate called Windy Bank Estate. I recall being over the moon with our good fortune. While I still wouldn't have my own bed to sleep in until my twelfth year of life, at least our parents and their seven children now had three bedrooms to share instead of the one. Also, the old tin bath was exchanged for a proper bath and whereas we previously had to share an outside privy with other neighbours, we now enjoyed the luxury of having two loos; an inside one upstairs and one outside next to the outhouse shed which was attached to the house. We also had a great big garden which my father lawned and cut three times weekly with a mechanical roller mower that was guaranteed to keep any user as fit as a fiddle.
One day during my ninth year, the next door neighbour, eleven-year-old Silvia Hinchcliffe and myself were playing ball in the back garden and the ball went up onto the shed roof. Silvia, being a bit of a tomboy instantly climbed up to get the ball and not wishing to be outdone by any female, my masculine pride led me to follow her.
Once we were up on the roof, we were in no hurry to get back down again. It was a warm sunny day and we were in the middle of the long school holiday months of summer. It felt good up there, especially as we experienced the new-found power of being able to look down on others for the first time in our lives. All in all, the world looked different when viewed from above and even the plain-looking Sylvia began to take on the vision of being the best-looking female around.
Sylvia, being two years older than me, was far more adventurous and advanced in the ways of the world than I was and before I knew it,She'd adopted the role as my biological teacher. She gave me a big fat kiss and laughed out loud as though she'd discovered happiness in a younger man's arms for the first time in her life as she pressed her body ever so close to mine.
Over the next few years, I would frequently find myself up on the shed roof with Sylvia whenever she invited me. While I initially kidded myself that she fancied me above all others, I eventually had to conclude that I was no more than her secret 'toy boy' who she used for kissing practice, and which would prepare her for her place in later life as 'a woman of the world' when the time arrived.
She did however treat my eyes from time to time by showing me things of the more female anatomical nature, that had she not shown me at the age of ten, that I might have had to wait until I was at least twelve years old to catch sight of!
At the age of 11 going on 12 years, a serious traffic accident resulted in me being kept in hospital for almost a year. When discharged from the hospital, I was unable to walk until I was 14 years old. I was 15 years old before I possessed the wherewithal to climb on top of the shed roof again. Sylvia was now 17 years old and had moved on in her life and preferred older men to share anatomical swaps with.
I started walking again around the time that the Rock and Roll era of the Teddy Boys had taken off big time. Soon, I'd started attending dances, which quickly became my latest way of getting and keeping close to the girls in my life. Indeed, I loved rock and rolling so much that if the girl wasn't a good dancer and mover on the floor, however stunning she might look, I wasn't in the least bit interested. But if she could turn her body like a spinning tornado on a sixpenny piece, she had my undivided attention and her outward beauty took on a new dimension.
I have often wondered what became of Sylvia and how she fared in later life. After she'd left the scene, climbing on top of shed roofs never seemed to offer the same attraction to me and soon stopped being on my daily list of things to do.
The 50's had come into my life and lifted me to new heights of expectation. Thanks to Sylvia's earlier tuition, I was well able to kiss with the best of them and leave the girl's gasping for breath as they came up for more; not quite knowing what had hit them!" William Forde: November 15th, 2016. (Amended and Reviewed: April, 2018).