Kay Brellend - Coronation Day

Tilly shook her head. ‘Died in 1943. Should never have gone. Told him he were too old. Lied about his age, didn’t he, to get hisself enlisted.’

‘Brave man …’

‘Stupid man.’ Tilly begged to differ, but with a soft smile twisting her lips.

‘Two husbands you lost to the Germans then,’ Shirley said sympathetically. She knew that Jack Keiver, Matilda’s first husband, had been killed fighting on the Somme. She knew too that Matilda and Reg Donovan, although living as man and wife, hadn’t taken a trip to the Town Hall to say their vows.

‘Yeah,’ Matilda confirmed with a wry grimace. ‘Long, long while since I lost my Jack, God bless him.’

‘So where you livin’ then?’

‘Same place,’ Matilda replied a touch brusquely. She tended to be defensive when asked her address. People always followed that first question with another that began why … ? while gawping at her as though she’d lost her marbles.

Grace inclined forward to peer past her mother at Matilda. ‘You’re still in Campbell Road … I mean Whadcoat Street, Mrs Keiver?’ Her voice was pitched high in surprise.

‘Yeah … but not for long,’ Matilda replied with a sour smile. ‘Slum clearance has started up one end.’ She dug her hands further into her pockets. ‘So gonna be re-housed at some time. Don’t know where.’ She slanted a look sideways at her companions. ‘You’d be surprised, there’s still a good few people living there in the street. Remember the Whittons and the Lovats and old Beattie Evans? Some of them that are still alive are still about.’ She gave an emphatic nod. ‘Still got enough friends and neighbours left around me.’

‘Bleedin’ ’ell …’ Shirley breathed, her astonishment causing her to revert to language she hadn’t used in a long while. Having lived in Surrey, Shirley liked to think she’d travelled up in the world. ‘Never would have guessed it. Thought you’d all be long gone from there. You must’ve lived there a time, Til.’

‘Nearly all me life … over seventy years, bar a few years here and there, before I turned twenty, when me parents moved about London a bit. But we always come back to Campbell Road … usually ’cos it was the only place we could afford to kip, it’s true.’ She sighed. ‘But had some good times in amongst the bad. Me ’n’ Jack settled there just after we was married. Had all me kids there, with old Lou Perkins’ help.’ She broke off to grin. ‘She’s still about Islington somewhere, too. I intended to be carted off from The Bunk in me pine box but seems like the Council’s got other ideas for me.’

Grace exchanged a furtive look with her mother.

‘So how is Christopher doing, Mrs Keiver?’ she blurted. She was a sensitive young woman, not one to deliberately cause offence to another, and she knew Matilda had spotted the glance, clearly questioning her sanity.

‘Yeah … he’s doing alright. Works in his dad’s building firm as a foreman. In fact their firm, Wild Brothers it’s called,’ she informed them proudly, ‘is doing the demolition work that’s started at the top end of Whadcoat Street. Whadcoat Street ,’ she repeated derisively. ‘Daft name. It’ll always be Campbell Road to me.’

Matilda halted as they reached the bus stop. ‘Well, nice to see you both after all this time.’

‘We’ll keep in touch,’ Shirley said quickly. ‘Would you mind if I sort of popped by?’ She had a morbid curiosity to see whether Matilda’s hovel was better or worse than the one she remembered.

‘Come any time. Sometimes go out for a little drink round the Duke, but that’s it.’ Matilda smiled. ‘You’ll be bound to catch me in.’

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