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"Poverty is a very exacting teacher and I had been taught well." The post-war urban jungle of the Glasgow tenements was the setting for Molly Weir's childhood. From sharing a pull-out bed in her mother's tiny kitchen to running in terror from the fever van, it was an upbringing that was cemented in hardship. Hunger, cold, and sickness were an everyday reality, and complaining was not an option. Despite the crippling poverty, there was a vivacity to the tenements that kept spirits high. Whether Molly was brushing the hair of her wizened neighbour Mrs. MacKay, running to Jimmy's chip shop for a ha'penny of crimps, or dancing at the annual fair, there wasn't a moment to spare for self-pity. Molly never let it get her down, as she and the other urchins knew how to make do with nothing. At the centre of her world was her fearsome but loving Grannie, whose tough, independent spirit taught Molly to rise above her pitiful surroundings and achieve her dreams.

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Shoes Were for Sunday, Molly Weir

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Année de publication
1973
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Titre
Shoes Were for Sunday
Langue
Anglais
Auteurs
Molly Weir
Éditeur
Macmillan
Publié
1973
Format
souple
Pages
168
ISBN10
0330234277
ISBN13
9780330234276
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"Poverty is a very exacting teacher and I had been taught well." The post-war urban jungle of the Glasgow tenements was the setting for Molly Weir's childhood. From sharing a pull-out bed in her mother's tiny kitchen to running in terror from the fever van, it was an upbringing that was cemented in hardship. Hunger, cold, and sickness were an everyday reality, and complaining was not an option. Despite the crippling poverty, there was a vivacity to the tenements that kept spirits high. Whether Molly was brushing the hair of her wizened neighbour Mrs. MacKay, running to Jimmy's chip shop for a ha'penny of crimps, or dancing at the annual fair, there wasn't a moment to spare for self-pity. Molly never let it get her down, as she and the other urchins knew how to make do with nothing. At the centre of her world was her fearsome but loving Grannie, whose tough, independent spirit taught Molly to rise above her pitiful surroundings and achieve her dreams.