Day 7.3: Albrighton – Jay Cool’s birthplace!

The Dacia takes us from Newport to my birthplace – Signal Lane, Albrighton. I, Jay Cool, was born just over the road from here – in Cosford’s RAF hospital. I look across the lane and can still see the old dark-wooden slats of the one-storey hospital, fronted by a field of waving corn and a…

Lady

{Arrived home, one afternoon in October, to a welcoming party of ladybirds.}   Lady Ladies welcome me back, welcome me home, framing my door, sealing my windows, guarding my post. A warning? A storm? Tsunami? A famine? The end? Or the start of tomorrow? Opening my door, I move on through – flying in the…

Beast of a Beating – Albrighton, Wolves, 1979

Grandad Arnold Cool’s (c.1906 – 1991) memoir of schooldays in Myddle, as relayed to Jay Cool c. 1979   Beast of Beating Copyright owned by Jay Cool, ‘The old school at Myddle’, now a village hall’   Unbelieveable? I may well have concluded that my Grandad’s tales of his brave schoolboy heroics were the subject…

Curly Toes

1939-1945 – the war years at Single Lane, Cosford, Albrighton The patriotic reader might be forgiven for wondering why my grandparents were happily ensconced at their home Single Lane, Albrighton. What entitled such an insignificant couple to remain in the Shropshire countryside, growing and selling their own produce, during the second world war, during a…

Bone Chin

1946 – Spike Joe Cool (1939 – present), Jay Cool’s father, of Single Lane, Albrighton, Shropshire Foolhardy. Spike, like his predecessor Humphrey Kynaston of Myddle, could only be described as the perfect embodiment of the phrase ‘bull in a China shop’. Spike, just like his mother Joan Cool of Albrighton, was forthright and fearless. And,…

Stone Toes

  Joe Cool (1760-1833), Jay Cool’s Great-Great-Great Grandfather, from  Myddle, Shropshire     I don’t recall having too many conversations with my Grandad, Arnold Cool, as I spent most of my time during family visits to Single Lane, taking a wide berth around his armchair, for fear of my leg being grabbed and my foot…

Back to the Myddle: Day Five and a Half of an Ancestral Adventure

    Back to the Myddle: Day Five and a Half of an Ancestral Adventure Roots. Take root or take a risk and brave the traffic for the inevitable four-hour route back to Suffolk? As I leave Myddle, I realise that my roots are elasticated, and they won’t give enough to allow me to hurtle away unhindered. Old Beezlebub gallops ahead…

To Everywhere – Wem, Shropshire, 1973

Wem, Shropshire & Cosford, Albrighton, Shropshire – May 1973 Ribbons Ribbons. Rainbow ribbons, swishing and swirling and swooping around above my head. I’m entranced. I’m standing on my nanna and grandad’s lawn at Single Lane, all safe and secure amidst the surrounding platoons of yellow daffodils and purple tulips, gazing up at loopy sky drawings; my…

To Everywhere – Albrighton, Wolves, 1978

Single Lane, Albrighton, Shropshire – May 1978 Egg Head One of my early memories of my Grandad is of a bald, shiny head with its back to me. A bald, shiny head sitting in a rather tatty, wooden framed armchair by the coal fire in the sitting room. I’d like to say it is a fond…