Some Personal Reflections of an International Business Economist
Chapter 2: ‘The Whining Schoolboy’: Towards Adolescence
2. ‘The whining schoolboy’:1 towards adolescence Moving house can be an unsettling experience, particularly when it is not your choice, and you do not want to move. I was just in the process of settling down to life at Forest School in Snaresbrook when, in September 1937, my father accepted the ministry of Wealdstone Baptist Church in Harrow, about 20 miles across London from Walthamstow. I remember crying when I learnt I had to leave my friends and the only home which I had known for all but six months of the past ten years! But then I tried to look on the bright side of things. We were to take possession of a brand new and larger house in a quiet residential road. It was ideally located ﬁve minutes walk from a park, part of which I had already marked out as a place to play cricket with any newly found friends. And the nearest railway station, just two miles away, was on the London Midland and Scottish (LMS) main line to Glasgow.2 From a footbridge near Wealdstone Station I could happily watch the Coronation Scot and other express trains hurtling their way north and south. And the promise of a brand new bicycle and another engine for my beloved train set considerably sweetened the bitter pill of the relocation, the actual process of which I have now completely forgotten. ******** For the next ﬁve years I attended John Lyon School, North Harrow. The school was established in the...
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