Things had been busy since November. I was reading bits every now and then but not posting. I think I got tired of writing, too. I couldn't get myself to sit down and write, even in my two other blogs.
Malachy the father was home for Christmas. I didn't know whether I'd be happy for them or what. But I know Frankie was happy to see his father. He got them some chocolates, but that's all. On that same day, the night of Christmas, he also left for England. I don't really know what's on their father's mind, but I know that in more ways than one, Frankie and the kids were happy, even just for this day.
They couldn't pay their rent and they'd be locked out if they didn't move out. Frank's grandma got them a place to live, about two miles outside town, in a place owned by a guy called Laman Griffin. I think Laman was somehow a great help for Frank in getting access to the library and having the opportunity to read. Laman sends Frankie to go to the library and get him books, and Frankie had the privilege of access to books.
But things weren't good. I couldn't describe it. You will have to read it yourself.
Frankie left Laman's house and never wanted to come back.
Now that his grandma is dead, he asked his uncle if he could stay in her place. There was no problem. He got a job and was saving his way to get to America. He was determined and was blessed to get jobs that helped him support himself, give a little to his family and save some for his ticket to America.
He got the money by the time he turned seventeen and told his mother the day he bought his tickets.
Frankie left his mother and two brothers. His father and another brother, Malachy, was both in England when he left.
He got a word from the Mr. Sliney, the guy his mother is taking care of.
Never smoke another man's pipe.I know what this means. But I don't exactly what Mr. Sliney was trying to tell Frank.