Authors: Narvel Annable
Lost Lad
A Mystery set in Derbyshire 1960
by
Narvel S Annable
Copyright 2003 Narvel Annable
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ISBN 0 9530419 6 4 (original paperback version)
Originally published by
Narvel S. Annable
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www.narvelannable.co.uk
For
All victims of homophobic school bullying
FOREWORD
by
John Holmes
of
BBC Radio Nottingham
Narvel has a penchant for subjects 'close to home', but until now he's always written about the lives of others in relation to his own. There was the social history focusing on his "Heanor Schooldays" which inspired the entertaining and intriguing novel which follows. Such was the influence of his first teacher, not only has he written an affectionate reminiscence of "Miss Calder's Children", but he's also woven a fictional murder mystery, "Death on the Derwent", around the formidable schoolmistress! His major biographical work centred on his former teacher His Honour Judge Keith Matthewman QC.
"Lost Lad", in contrast, places Narvel centre stage, along with five other pals on a cycling holiday in Derbyshire. As the journey unfolds, one member of the gang goes missing and it takes nearly a half century before Narvel finally reveals to us the secret of his devilishly clever conjuring trick. Here is an interesting tale in which the line between truth and fiction is blurred. How much is true? Even I'm not sure and I'm part of it when Narvel visits me at BBC Radio Derby requesting help from our listeners.
I've never featured in a mystery thriller before, and I must say that I've enjoyed every minute of it. And stand by: there could be a sequel!
MAP
Pronunciation
In the speaking voice of some of the characters, I have attempted to show the Derbyshire accent. A principal feature is the closed 'U', which is sounded 'oo' as in 'took',
not
the sound as in 'boot'. The native Derbyshire tongue makes no distinction between the past tense of take - 'took' and 'tuck' - something to eat. To the Derbyshire ear, the open 'U' or standard pronunciation of 'tuck' sounds rather like 'tack', a short nail. Accordingly when local Derbyshire folk say 'duck' (which they often say), I have indicated it as 'dook'.
Relatives are often referred to as 'our' pronounced 'arr', such as 'Arr Fred'.
In an attempt to maintain the flavour and accuracy of the 1960's, I have referred to African-Americans as Negroes.
CONTENTS
Chapter 1 Fantasy of Death
Chapter 2 The Dreaded Confrontation
Chapter 3 The Agony, the Erotic and the Ecstasy
Chapter 4 Looks Good, Feels Good, Tastes Good
Chapter 5 The Golden Oarsman
Chapter 6 Journey to the Far North
Chapter 7 Adventures Along the Cromford Canal
Chapter 8 Water-cum-Jolly Dale
Chapter 9 Fairies, Goblins and Sacrificial Groves
Chapter 10 Wormhill
Chapter 11 A Gallery of Light in Tideswell
Chapter 12 Hell for Leather
Chapter 13 The Servant at Cressbrook Hall
Chapter 14 "He Comes Not Still, tis Dark No Moon"
Chapter 15 Acetous, Aloof, Cold and Haughty
Chapter 16 A Seductive, Suggestive, Silver Tongue
Chapter 17 Cracker Biscuits in the Cottage
Chapter 18 Guzzly Granddad
Chapter 19 Dolly, Dolly, Deep Dark and Devious
Chapter 20 A Writhing Tangle of Lubricated Bodies
Chapter 21 Butch Numbers and Bitchy Queens
Chapter 22 Babbacombe to Horsley Woodhouse
Chapter 23 Put Ya 'At on Joey!
Chapter 24 Clothes of the Dead
Chapter 25 The Hustler the Pimp and the Murderer
Chapter 26 Sluts Slags and Strumpets
Chapter 27 An Appeal on BBC Radio Derby
Chapter 28 The Other Twin
Chapter 29 Ghosts
Chapter 30 The Thoughts of Simeon
Chapter 31 Nymphs, Naiads and Dryads
Chapter 32 St John's Chapel in Belper
Chapter 33 Fantasy of Life
Introduction
My first novel published in 1999 was called "Death on the Derwent" - A Murder Mystery set in Belper 1949, ISBN 0 9530419 2 1, which features the formidable Miss Florence Calder and her cantankerous sister Miss Madge, as they go on the trail of a clever criminal in a leafy, smaller Belper, half a century ago. Miss Florence Calder was a real person, the subject of my first book - "Miss Calder's Children" - A Social History of Belper, Biography and Critique on Modern Education, published in 1997.
For this second novel it seemed fitting that I draw on the setting and atmosphere of my second book, an autobiographic work published in 1998 - "Heanor Schooldays" - A Social History, ISBN 0 9530419 1 3, which majors on the period 1955 to 1960. It tells the story of two schools. The hard forbidding Dickensian Mundy Street Boys School was claustrophobic, hateful and cruel, but in the September of 1958 I went down the hill to William Howitt Secondary Modern School which was open, sunny and leafy - a culture of kindness.
For this fantasy of my imagination I have subsumed part of "Heanor Schooldays". The pupils in this novel are fictitious, but are a composite of the types of boys I have known, those good people who changed my life for the better in that wonderful period of 1958 to 1960.
It is the passage of four decades and these considerations which are the inspiration of this book. It is an attempt to re-visit the 'lost' world of a happy adolescence which once existed in a place we all knew as William Howitt Secondary Modern School.
Apart from a few agreed cameo roles, all the characters in this book are pure fiction.
Chapter 1
Fantasy of Death
Simeon Hogg was thinking of death.
His 12th grade history students, silently sitting before him in their correct places, in neat rows, scratching away on their exercise books were quite oblivious to his utter despair. To them he looked much the same as ever, old, stern, hard and unfeeling, staring at them with a familiar forbidding countenance which held complete control. Of late he seldom smiled, had become even more strict than ever: no talking would be tolerated, no turning round, no fidgeting and no rocking on chairs.
Simeon Hogg was thinking of death. He was sitting very still in this chamber of silence, looking at his class when, suddenly - he was visited by a grotesque fantasy. An intriguing thought which was possibly born out of the depths of his misery.
What if he suddenly died? Here and now in front of these thirty young people. He would not fall over. As ever, as an example to others (especially other staff) he was sitting bolt upright, perfectly balanced on his chair. The authoritarian eyes, if now unseeing, would continue to remain open and, as ever, continue to maintain discipline in that classroom. The occasional face would, now and then, look up to test the rigorous regime and, quickly, return to work.
Suddenly the bell would shatter the oppressive silence, ringing out to announce the end of the school-day. In most other classrooms it would trigger an immediate uprising of excited youthful humanity - all rushing and crushing to the door, a joyful evacuation and escape from the Dwight D Eisenhower High School located on the south side of Lincoln Gardens, near Detroit, Michigan in the USA. In most other classrooms the sole adult voice would be raised to out-shout the din caused by the stampede in a futile attempt to, perhaps announce homework, or at least try to end the day in a civilised manner with a few words of conclusion.
But this was not most other classrooms. This was the dreaded Room 76, the room of Mr Hogg who had thirty-four and one half years of experience in dealing with youngsters who (possibly from other more lax members of staff) might have formed the extraordinary idea that the bell is a higher authority than that of the schoolmaster. Mr Hogg's students had long learned the lesson that he, and he alone, at his pleasure and convenience, dismissed a class in his own time - and that time was usually at some point following the sounding of the school bell. After his short valedictory address, they would hear the command 'stand' followed by 'lead on' when each row in turn would file out of the door.