The Son Of A Belfast Man

<p><strong>This is a story of my father's memories Joe growing up in Belfast in the nineteen thirties. A man of the times he lived in. Struggling to survive hungry then put into the Christian brothers home to be schooled fed and disciplined. Then trying to make a living in hard times as a fifteen-year-old teenager hiring a horse and cart a poor second glass catholic being in that divide of protestant discrimination.  Having to fight with his hands gaining a tough reputation. Then having to flee Belfast. Giving him twenty-four hour to leave him city</strong></p><p><strong>Joe ends up in Londen as a seventeen-year-old with a gun he is sentenced to borstal training. After returning home to Belfast. He meets my mother after a couple of years. They move to England to make a living.</strong></p><p><strong>This my story my father's son John and my memories growing up was always a struggle along with learning problems disturbed by the violence as a child. A quite Irish lad seen and not herd withdrawn and bullied at school. Taking under my father's wing and learning how to stand up for myself.  Boxing was a turn around but ending up in trouble. Sentenced to borstal training and the fights that followed. </strong></p><p><strong>Myself john and my father Joe worked together through out the years more like two brothers than father and son. My father had a way maybe not the right way but a way to overcome a situation learned on the streets of Belfast. </strong></p>