A short story series. Introduction. -- Una serie de cuentos. Introducción.--

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2 and a half pints of black. --2 pintas y media de negro.


Introduction. -- Introducción.--

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The following short story has been burning in my mind for over 2 years. It is a story of a young boy who lived in Dublin, Ireland. The story is based in and around inner city Dublin during the 1950's. This was a time where money was scarce, unemployment was high, families lived in tenement dwellings, often 12 families to a single house that had been subdivided into multiple "flats". These Tenement flats typically consisted of a room which the entire family lived in, possibly a couple of beds with up to 7 children to a bed. The 2 room tenements were slightly more luxurious with a kitchen / living room / dining room and a bedroom. Many times the parents would sleep in the kitchen and the multiples of children would sleep in the bedroom, or wherever they could. Running water was a luxury and there was no internal toilets. Typically there would be a single outside toilet, this was shared by every person in the tenement. The landlords did not care for the health and well being of their tenants, only their rent.
It was only during the 1960's with multiple tenement collapse that the situation of tenement housing was really brought to the forefront of news. Many believe the catalyst for change was in June of 1963 when 2 tenements collapsed with in weeks of each other. Families fled their homes at short notice as they feared for their lives. The first of the collapses occurred on June 2nd, 2 elderly people where crushed when their building collapsed. Thankfully another 7 people in the building were only injured but survived. It was a stroke of luck that the collapse happened at the time as it was during the day and mostly empty. The tenement was a 4 story building .
La siguiente historia corta ha estado ardiendo en mi mente por más de 2 años. Es la historia de un niño que vivía en Dublín, Irlanda. La historia se basa en y alrededor del centro de Dublín durante la década de 1950. Este fue un momento en que el dinero escaseaba, el desempleo era alto, las familias vivían en viviendas de vivienda, a menudo 12 familias en una sola casa que había sido subdividida en múltiples "pisos". Estos pisos de apartamentos típicamente consistían en una habitación en la que vivía toda la familia, posiblemente un par de camas con hasta 7 niños por cama. Las viviendas de 2 habitaciones eran un poco más lujosas, con una cocina / sala de estar / comedor y un dormitorio. Muchas veces los padres dormían en la cocina y los múltiples de los niños dormían en el dormitorio o donde podían. El agua corriente era un lujo y no había baños internos. Por lo general, habría un solo baño exterior, esto lo compartían todas las personas de la vivienda. A los propietarios no les importaba la salud y el bienestar de sus inquilinos, solo su renta.
Fue solo durante la década de 1960, con el colapso de varias viviendas, que la situación de las viviendas de vivienda se puso realmente a la vanguardia de las noticias. Muchos creen que el catalizador para el cambio fue en junio de 1963 cuando se derrumbaron 2 viviendas en semanas entre sí. Las familias abandonaron sus hogares a corto plazo, ya que temían por sus vidas. El primero de los derrumbes ocurrió el 2 de junio, 2 personas mayores fueron aplastadas cuando su edificio colapsó. Afortunadamente, otras 7 personas en el edificio solo resultaron heridas pero sobrevivieron. Fue un golpe de suerte que el colapso ocurrió en el momento en que se produjo durante el día y en su mayor parte vacío. La vivienda era un edificio de 4 pisos.

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This was the reality of life for many a Dub of this time and Robert (Bobby's, Bob's) story is no different to many of the people in the area. Bobby's life was no different from the masses of children of that era. He did have a father who was a beautiful man, he gave his everything to provide for his family. No matter how tired he was he would sing his way into the home at dinner time. He was not a drinker, his own father was a raging alcoholic and a very violent man. James hated his own father and swore he would never raise his hand in anger to his family. Everyday he would cycle his way (as most Dub's of the time did) to the gas works in Ringsend. It was a 20 minute leisurely cycle from his home on Ushers island. If he was in a rush he could probably do it in 12, or so he told everyone. Bobbys mother was the worship of her father, a beautiful woman, proud and tough as old boots. She ensured her children were clean and as presentable as possible for their situation. She, like so many other women of her time spent their days cooking, cleaning and minding the children that were not of school age just yet. She would bake every Tuesday and Thursday. Mrs Brady in number 2 would bake on Mondays and Wednesdays, they would regularly swap baked goods as was the way of the time. Life in the tenement was filled with noise, smells and typically a supportive spirit. It was a simple time, but a tough time for the majority of the city's inhabitance.
I do hope you enjoy the series of events that will unfold over the coming series. Of course I would love to hear your feedback.
Esta fue la realidad de la vida para muchos Dub de este tiempo y la historia de Robert (Bobby, Bob) no es diferente para muchas de las personas de la zona. La vida de Bobby no era diferente de las masas de niños de esa época. Él tenía un padre que era un hombre hermoso, él dio todo para mantener a su familia. No importaba lo cansado que estuviera, cantaba hasta la hora de la cena. No era un bebedor, su propio padre era un alcohólico furioso y un hombre muy violento. James odiaba a su propio padre y juró que nunca levantaría la mano enojado contra su familia. Todos los días iba en bicicleta (como hacía la mayoría de Dub de la época) a las obras de gas en Ringsend. Fue un ciclo de 20 minutos de su casa en la isla Ushers. Si tenía prisa, probablemente podría hacerlo en 12, o eso le dijo a todos. La madre de Bobbys era la adoración de su padre, una mujer hermosa, orgullosa y dura como botas viejas. Aseguró que sus hijos estuvieran limpios y lo más presentables posible para su situación. Ella, como tantas otras mujeres de su tiempo, pasaban sus días cocinando, limpiando y cuidando a los niños que todavía no estaban en edad escolar. Ella hornearía todos los martes y jueves. La Sra. Brady en el número 2 hornearía los lunes y miércoles, intercambiarían regularmente productos horneados como era el tiempo. La vida en la vivienda estaba llena de ruidos, olores y, en general, un espíritu de apoyo. Fue un momento simple, pero un momento difícil para la mayoría de los habitantes de la ciudad.
Espero que disfruten la serie de eventos que se desarrollarán durante la próxima serie. Por supuesto que me encantaría escuchar sus comentarios.

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Please be aware that I wrote this piece and it was posted to whaleshares some 2 years ago. There are 3 extra parts to this story but it is incomplete. I am hoping that I will find the inspiration to complete it here on hive. Do not feel obliged to vote on it. I just wanted to move it here too so the following chapters will have a base.



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I could go and find the complete story from your back catalogue but that would be cheating, right? :D

Nice man, enjoyed this a lot, although in a melancholy kind of way. It is an apt reminder of the way the working class have been left to live in debased conditions literally everywhere on the planet at the cost of those perched atop the pyramid of wealth.

This feels incredibly real and gritty. Of course if this took place in the 60's you would have been in your late teens early twenties so I can wholeheartedly rely on your account of life at this time ;)

Have I said how incredibly happy to have you back around to abuse I am?

Be in no doubt Brother... I absobloodylutely am!!! :D

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Ah Steven, your too kind man. Glad to be here and getting interaction. The story isn't too far from fact believe it or not. Just names and places etc changed and a little artistic sprinkle in there too.

I agree 100% in what you say, "Shared living" anyone. They have started these again in Dublin and I'm sure many other parts of europe (UK included for now) we will see people living in squalor in the coming years, if not already. Governments and states may begin to fall. But I suppose all we can do is batton down he hatches and grind on.

I've recently decided to start stacking silver and I've made a commitment to purchase €30 per month for the next 5 years. You gotta start somewhere, right?

Also hoping that the property we are renovating will turn a decent profit when it is done filling out needs, there is a massive development happening (well due to start) in the city which should see a tidy return on our investment and time.

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Silver and gold are in a tricky place right now. After all time highs they had biggest daily losses. There's a great opportunity to buy on dips.

Yup I think they might well fall. If things are not manged much better going forward, they may get shoved by the people!

Indeed we do have to start somewhere. I will be leaning heavily towards alts in the near future despite the fact I only registered a trading account today!!! haha.

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Great to have you on #hive and posting. I will be looking forward to seeing more parts to it coming shortly.

That was the reality of life back in those days and not too far from where we are again now. To be honest this was a good living situation compared to some of the poverty and despair that people were living in back in those days.

This was a time where money was scarce, unemployment was high, families lived in tenement dwellings, often 12 families to a single house that had been subdivided into multiple "flats".

You would find plenty immigrants still living in buildings like this and struggling to survive. Life is harsh in the city and if you can't do it by yourself you will end up in trouble very fast. There isn't enough support for people who fall by the wayside.

It is very well written and draws you into the story. Even more for me obviously being Irish and knowing some of the past from here.

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Good stuff Niall. Thanks for checking it out.

Yeah, for sure, these are plenty of modern day tenements going strong here. Think the new "shared living" complexes springing up! It is pretty disheartening. We made a conscious decision to move away from Dublin last year and now own a period property overlooking the sea in Waterford for less money than I was pouring into rent for similar sized house in the back arse of Kildare. I am currently in the process of renovating this house now and also publish that series. I may be a bit of a series junkie LOL

The story is pretty good, if I do say so myself. It has got a great response here so I'll continue to move the other already written chapters over from whaleshares and I'll finally finish it out! I don't want to spoil it but its pretty dark!

So if thats your cup of cha then stick with it.

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