Memories Are Made of These... is an autobiographical account by Jack Dawes of his boyhood and his formative years as a young adult. Growing up in the sixties and early seventies, this really is another country, particularly the account of his schooldays which will have the reader rolling about with mirth. It's hard to imagine these types of antics taking place in the politically correct schoolroom of today.
The author chronicles his schooldays, his time at College, a particularly funny episode spent working for the Tax Inspectorate followed by his first foray into life as a secondary school teacher in Liverpool. Each chapter is so redolent of the time, a blissful pre internet age when human relationships and interactions were all. More than a little nostalgic but without any element of rose tint, this charming account is evocative and funny and really does capture the essence of a bygone time. The reader will definitely be looking for the sequel.
Jack Dawes is a retired teacher, having spent forty-two years at the chalk face in a number of establishments across the country. He has experienced teaching at the sharp end in the State sector and also at the other end in the independent sector. He has taught science and computing (mainly) to children whose ages range from 4 years to 19 years, but has also covered lessons in virtually every other subject - Languages, Art, Drama, Maths, Design & Technology, English, Classics, History and R.E.
As a retiree, Jack enjoys working on his allotment and his garden. For many years he enjoyed cycling, but this is diminishing as the traffic grows on the roads and he is not a young man any more. Walking appears to be the way forward. He has developed an appreciation of good wine after many years of practise and also enjoys a glass or three of real ale from time to time. Holidays abroad are an important part of his retirement, especially in the sun, where he can spend time walking and visiting the many beautiful areas on this planet.
He has been blessed with two daughters and two grandchildren, with whom he corresponds with regularly, but only occasionally visits because of the large distances involved.
Jack lives in Stamford with his wife who goes into town shopping on a Saturday afternoon, while he watches the footy on the television ...
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An absolute classic. Fantastic!
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A very funny and eye opening book set in the 60,s and 70,s ,I Enjoyed reading this book but had trouble putting it down as I needed to know what he got up to in the next chapter .A great entertaining read. Should have been called Jack the lad Looking forward to the next instalments .
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