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Don Bradman on his way to a 304-Australia vs England 4th test Leeds 1934
Sometimes I have bad dreams about that journey," Alan Townsend says. "In those days, as a kid, you accepted things as they were but now I look back and it frightens me to think about it." From 1948 to 1960 Alan was a popular and successful all-round cricketer with Warwickshire, the outstanding slip fielder of his generation. But he grew up in the north-east where his father Charles, a clerk in a builders' merchants, played his cricket for Thornaby in the North Yorkshire & South Durham League.
"He used to take me with him to matches, ever since I was short. He used to do without his tea and come and throw a ball at me. And I'd be wearing a little straw hat, like all the boys did. So naturally I took to cricket."
Each September there were day trips by train from their Middlesbrough home to the Scarborough Festival but the journey that stays clearest in his memory took place on Monday July 23 1934: to Headingley, to see England playing Australia.
Four years earlier on the same ground the young Don Bradman had set a new Test record with a score of 334. In the meantime Wally Hammond had eclipsed it with 336 in New Zealand. Now Bradman looked set to regain his place at the top of the list, leaving the field on Saturday evening with 271 not out. He had put on 388 with Bill Ponsford, in front of a crowd of 38,000 spectators, "packed" - The Times reported - "solidly but cheerfully one against the other, with the more adventurous sitting on the sharp-angled roofs of sheds and swarming up trees". With the series all square, excitement was high.
"On the Sunday Dad said to me, `I'm going to Leeds tomorrow to the Test match. Would you like to come with me?'" Leeds was 65 miles from their home in Middlesbrough and Alan still a month from his 13th birthday. But he was already sufficiently in love with cricket to say yes.
At half past five he was woken by his mother. "She said, `Your Dad's going now. Do you still want to go?' She'd packed beef sandwiches for lunch, tomato sandwiches for tea and she put them in a haversack which I carried."
They mounted their bicycles. "I didn't have any gears but Dad had this Remington that had been advertised in the Sunday paper and it had these three-speed gears." Soon they were in the countryside. "The sun was coming up, shining brightly. The birds were twittering. And the country lanes were ever so quiet. I don't suppose my dad could afford the bus and train fares and of course it was door to door on the bike."
His father was a keen cyclist. "He used to take us out biking on Sundays. I'm sure that's where I got my strong legs from. All the years I played county cricket I never had any trouble from them." They arrived at Headingley to find that play had already started and there was quite a queue outside the ground. They parked their bicycles against the wall - "We didn't even lock them up" - and got in just in time to see Bradman complete his 300. A new world record was drawing close.
Then there was a great roar as, according to The Times, "Bowes, with a ball that must have come back inches, knocked Bradman's leg stump almost into the wicket-keeper's throat." After six hours of cycling young Alan longed to sit down. "But we couldn't get a seat anywhere in the ground; we had to stand all day." The atmosphere was humid, building up towards thunder, and it was only at teatime, as a few people started to leave, that he found a pair of seats. "I put my haversack down, went back for my dad and, when we got back to the seats, I went and sat on the blooming haversack. I had this great wet patch on my backside from the tomato sandwiches, and I couldn't do anything about it."
Whether standing or sitting, he was absorbed by his first sight of Test cricket. The Yorkshire crowd cheered their own bowlers, Bill Bowes and Hedley Verity, who shared the wickets as the Australians tumbled from 517 for 4 to 584 all out. Then, with England facing a first-innings deficit of 384 and most of two days still to play, the two of them watched with admiration as Worcestershire's Cyril Walters opened the innings: "He was very stylish." And they saw Tom Wall race in with the new ball for Australia: "I was like all youngsters. I wanted to be a fast bowler when I grew up. And Wall fascinated me. It must have been dusty. Whenever he bowled and the ball pitched into the crease, all this dust came up."
The great names of English batting came and went: Walters and Walter Keeton, then Hammond run out just as he looked set to play a great innings and the captain Bob Wyatt bowled behind his legs by Clarrie Grimmett. At this stage England were 152 for 4 and for most of the evening session Maurice Leyland and the 45-year-old Patsy Hendren battled doggedly for survival. At close of play the deficit was still 196 runs and, in the words of The Times, ``A
Montego Bay, Jamaica
Four of my siblings and a friend, left. I assume our eldest brother took this picture. I was striking poses decades before Madonna was born.
When I was about three or four, I was sent from Montego Bay, where this picture was taken, around 1946, to Kingston, to spend some time with my aunt, uncle and my cousin, Keith. The best explanation I have for my being sent is that my elder brother, Walter, in front,, didn't want to go. But I am not sure why one of us had to go. I have long suspected, though I could be wrong, that I was competing for my mother's breast milk with my younger brother, Morris, second from left.
In any case, when I returned to Montego Bay, I suspect, several months later, my uncle missed me and since they had an only child, asked if I could return to live with them, so fearful were they of the psyche that could develop in an only child. So I returned.
When I was old enough, maybe six or seven, my aunt, who by then I had been calling "Mama", told me the facts: my real mother and the rest of my family was in Montego Bay. So, I continued to live, quite happily in Kingston and never once thought of my aunt as "aunt". She was, and has been, to this day, "Mama". I like to tell people that I had two mothers and one-and-a-half fathers, the half father being Eugune, the man who delivered the sperm that won the race.
Well, when I was about eight years old, attending Franklin Town School, about a quarter mile from home, I contracted ring worm, a very contagious malady that caused the hair on my head to fall out in round areas about one inch or so in diameter. So I was taken out of school. I remember my eldest brother spending time in Kingston, applying lime to the affected areas, and teasing me: "Ringy, Ringy." Back in those days, the word "Motherfucker" hadn't been invented, at least it wasn't in my wide repertoire of "bad" words, so I don''t recall what I may have called him.
In any case, a decision was made that I return to Montego Bay to spend time with my other family. And, to this day, I can thank ring worm for having me spend at least one year with Elsa, my real mother, in a small room with my seven siblings and herself, and daddy, when he returned from the country, where he worked, on weekends.
I have always thought that my mom was an angel. She was to me. A house full of children and a husband who was less of a husband than he should have been. Turns out he was having an affair with another woman onthe same building, and when mama died on 3 May1951, 8 days short of my 12th birthday, he eventually married this woman and treated her two sons better than he ever treated us. As a matter of fact, I tell the story that the only thing he ever did for me was to give me a ride on the back of his bike ... once! I call him a motherfucker, which indeed he was, and never went to his funeral when he died. Just because I am a vindictive motherfucker myself, with a very long memory.
My stay in Montego Bay was quite memorable for me, to be living with a parent who allowed you to roam free. Quite different from my mother in Kingston, who ruled with an iron fist. In Kingston, I had interminable chores; mama never liked to see anyone not doing something, so I had to devise ways to get over. Keith and I would hide comic books, which we were forbidden to read, under our shirts and head to the bathroom, where we would read for a few minutes. Or, I would take books under the house, which was elevated since we don't build basements in Jamaica, to read at my leisure. I remember well reading Mystery Range, a Western novel; and I started to read Candy by Terry Southern but never did finish it. It was always work, work, work. But the positive result of all this work is that I can take care of myself completely, including ironing my clothes, which I couldn't do well when I migrated to the US in 1968, and which I no longer do. Now, I wash them, and I wear them.
Since I was the only one not going to school, in Montego Bay, I was the one who walked the dozen blocks or so to the market, where the market women always looked out for this little boy and gave him the best to take home. And I would go buy bread and sugar. And I was the one who would run errands (pre telephone) to deliver messages to mama's friends. I was as free as a bird, and I loved it.
I used to have terrible fights with my younger brother, Morris, second from left. I believe that he resented my presence and bugged the hell out of me. If you had seen us fighting you would've thought we were acting in a Western. Once he followed across the street, to the open lot, where I was picking up almonds from the ground, and we somehow got into a fight and he bit me. Today we are the best of friends though.
After my odyssey to Montego Bay, I returned to Kingston and to a new school, All Saints, at the top of West Street, behind the General Hospital. I
boys 12 inch bikes
The Pacific Cycle Igniter Bike is ready to hit the pavement with its rugged steel frame, colorful paint and graphics, comfortable seat and smooth riding tires. And because its a Schwinn, you know it uses only quality components and is backed by a lifetime of expertise in the cycling industry. Features: Kid?s frame geometry for easy controlled riding Rear coaster brake stops securely 1-Piece crank with steel chain guard for durability Steel wheels with 2.125? tires roll fast Handlebar pad for safety Training wheels for stability and learning Some assembly required
With its BMX-style frame and colorful graphics, the Pacific Boys' Igniter 12-inch bike is a great choice for little kids who are just learning to ride. The Igniter is equipped with kids' frame geometry for easy, controlled riding, along with a rear coaster brake that offers sure stopping power. The bike also includes a set of removable training wheels to help with stability. And parents will appreciate the handlebar pad for extra safety. Other details include a one-piece crank with a steel chain guard for durability and steel wheels with 2.125-inch tires.
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