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ISBN (XXXXXXXXXXXXX) Printed in the USA by Bornin 1949 in Birmingham, England, and in 1951 we had to move to Glasgow, Scotlandto a suburb Parish notoriously known as the “Gorbals” The reason for moving was thedispleasure of my father’s side of the family that the marriage between myfather the Jewish faiths to my mother from a Scottish heritage of modestly poorbut extremely unpretentious people to have married living in Gorbals. My father’s side of the family was extremelywealthy people with Tailoring & Baking business(s) living in an affluentneighborhood in Bethanal Green, London GoalsMoralsPortalsCoralsMortalsCorbelsCorralsGerbilsNormalsGimbalsHerbalsOralsGorbachOr add ‘Gorbals’ to the ignore list. On the anniversary of my 65th birthday (2014)I decided to write my autobiography, which spans over sixty-five -years ofreminiscences, and would like to share my experiences with the readers, as achild reflecting back on the hardship, poverty, hunger, and the depression.These memories from my childhood that I hold so dearly because they areprecious, and had dramatic changes over the years, the places I lived, thepeople I knew, I grew up with twosisters Irene is one-year younger than I, and Linda five-years younger. Iremember my sister Linda being born I was four-years-old, she was born at homein 1953 on Linthouse Street, and around that time, some of the tenementbuildings were being demolished on our street and we had to move, during the time we lived in the Govan/Gorbals, we moved eight times, It wasan unknown certainty to how long before we be moving again, each time they werebeing demolished; it gave rise to rat infestation.
Welived in flat-faced tenement buildings, (a few of them were destined to beknocked down around us), in what was commonly known as “single ends”; the titleof my book is self-evident, the most prevalent part of my life growing up inGlasgow, was the fear of entrapment from my surroundings and be succumbed intothe life of drunkenness and crime, it’s a pitiful display of people that I have witnessed so many occasions thosethat are so determined to drink themselves into a stupor. The Gorbals has had a long reputation of beinga gritty and rough area of Glasgow; it had become widely known as a dangerousslum associated with the problems of drunkenness and crime