World's End

by Donald James (Author), Donald James (Author)

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  Mass Market Paperback
  2006

  $4.42

  World's End is the story of Donald Wheal's childhood in Chelsea's World's End at the height of the Second World War. Not for him the privileged bohemian world of Chelsea a few hundred yards away. Descended from rural immigrants, ladies of the night and bare-knuckle fighters, Donald Wheal's upbringing took place amidst grimy factories and generating plants, illegal street bookmakers, dog tracks, tenements and street walkers who plied their trade in Piccadilly and Soho. World's End is the story of how he and his family struggled free from this underclass. It is also an individual history of the Second World War, of a small boy's grappling with the bitter separation of evacuation, the return to an already battered London, the wonderland of bomb-damaged houses to play in, and the nights of terror as the Blitz returned.

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  Hardcover
  2005

  $4.20

  Best-selling author Donald James grew up in World's End, Chelsea during the Blitz years. Just on the edge of a fashionable middle class world, his childhood experience was in stark contrast to the privileged, bourgeois lifestyle glimpsed a few hundred yards away. He grew up in stark poverty and deprivation, a hard existence yet shot through by the humour and courage of his family and neighbours. This was a now-vanished world of grimy factories and generating plants, coal drays, flat caps and boozers, betting shops, dog tracks, 'Piccadilly girls', Guinness Trust buildings and barefoot children. World's End was a melting pot of the working class labourers who flooded to London in the previous century to make their fortunes. Donald's family was no exception: his maternal grandfather was a farm labourer who came to London from Essex and married a combative woman who regarded the small enclave as her personal bailiwick. Donald's great-grandfather on his father's side was a Victorian bare-knuckle fighter, and his great grandmother one of the ladies of easy virtue who made their living in the notorious Cremorne pleasure gardens. His grandmother on that side, born in the 1870s, learned to read and write at the Ragged School in World's End and wore black dress coat and boater all her life, even to bed. The story tells of the feud between Donald's two grandmothers which meant that though they only lived a few yards away from each other, for a dozen years they never acknowledge one another; avoiding even at Donald's parent's wedding, Christmases or birthday celebrations. Yet, though it was hard, Donald's was a happy childhood until the war came. Donald was eight. The radio carried news of impending war and then the declaration of war, difficult to believe in the Indian summer of the 1939. But soon Donald's world would be torn apart by school drills with gas masks and evacuation plans, evacuation itself then an uneasy return to London just as the Blitz itself began and the nights were spent in terror as bombs rained down through the Black Out. Then came the night that Donald's world ended, and with it his childhood.