This story came as a complete surprise it began probably in late junior school and was completed probably 40, 50 years later when my mother died. The road at the bottom is Whalley Road and I used to live at number 14. Outside our back gate there was a row of weavers cottages and in one of them lived Tommy with his son , Edward. I used to nip across the back lane and chat with Tommy. Two things I do remember from those days were
1) Tommy used to cut a piece off a plug of twist and chew it !! Twist was a stick of black compressed tobacco !!! and
2) Eddie was paralysed with rheumatic arhritis and the joints of his fingers were hugely swollen.
However back to my story we now fast forward to something like 40 years and my mother had died and I’m clearing out the attic at the top of the house in Whalley Road and in the process of clearing this out I came across a little New Testament and when I look inside I find that I had actually promised myself to the Lord. well I was stunned when I found that because I had no remembrance of that. I could only have got the NT from Tommy. It was many years after before the hounds of God finally got hold of me.
Joy of new life, yet to come 