| The Boy and The Tower Contributor(s): Shindler, Max (Author), Shindler, Nigel (Author) |
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ISBN: 1512014109 ISBN-13: 9781512014105 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $17.10 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: May 2015 |
| Additional Information |
| BISAC Categories: - Biography & Autobiography |
| Physical Information: 0.7" H x 8.5" W x 11.02" (1.73 lbs) 338 pages |
| Descriptions, Reviews, Etc. |
| Publisher Description: When I think about the story of my life I realize the most important ingredients are provided in the beginning; I've been blessed to have lived a life populated with people from a diverse array of backgrounds from a young age. Reading was the place I first place my family had a home in England; Liverpool, however, seemed far more my home due to the people there who enriched my life in so many ways. Some of my fondest memories are a clothing store in downtown Liverpool where my relations congregated. The air was typically stuffy in this locality; dust was often seen floating in the air; countering this murkiness, were plenty of smiles, handshakes, and shillings quietly tucked in a back pocket, that could brighten even the dreariest rainy day. My Grandmother and Auntie Jessie visited here often, and would chat while they sipped cups of tea and nibbled away on biscuits. I remember my Uncle Jackie whose cheeks were always the colour red, whether he was laughing, smiling, or disheartened; these were people I loved being around, and treasured the opportunity to listen to their stories, and I always knew they valued my company. It has been always been gestures of kindness that have left the greatest impression on me; they remind me of the goodness others have to offer and are willing to display. Around the age of five I moved to a village called Silverstone, situated in the county of Northamptonshire, but I remained captivated by my trips to my relations in Liverpool. I traveled to nearby villages and towns, and saw my mother's friends, and Uncle Graham, and his wife, Joyce. I'll never forget a lady who had the last name, Mermaid; she led the Boy-scouts I joined, and gave us swimming lessons while wearing a rubber dingy around her waist. The sight was the furthest thing I can imagine from that of an angelic oceanic creature, and I always had to restrain laughing out loud each time she paraded about this way. No matter where I'm situated, or the trials I'm facing, I've always found things to amuse me, and I like to remember the humorous spectacles that have populated my past. These are the experiences that have left the greatest impressions on my mind. The person I have become has not been so much due to the books I've read, or the places I've been, but rather the people I've known. The names of those who have left momentous impressions on me are so many I can only remember a small portion. Many I know have passed away, but, I hope, wherever they may be, they know how much they mean to me, and realize how much they helped me to become me. I consider all my formative years to have transpired in Britain, and no matter where I am, my heart remains in her land. |