'Poverty is a very exacting teacher and I had been taught well.'
Molly Weir, well known Scottish actress and comedian, writes this charming, authentic autobiography of her life as a child growing up in the poor tenements of Glascow during WW1 and the following economic depression (1910-1925) in a family where her widowed mother was the sole breadwinner for her household of three children, and her Grandmother was the main caregiver. Living in two small rooms (what luxury), the family of four worked hard, each member contributing their mite and learning how to hold household from a young age. Despite the deprivation, this was a family who knew how to count their blessings. There are many heartwarming tales of family life, of community and caring for those less fortunate than others through awareness, concern and small acts of kindness, each shown with a delicacy of respect that could teach a generation now living in less connected communities. Molly speaks of how lucky she was to grow up in such a close knit, loving family, where providence and care of the growing children's needs, took precedence in the adult minds. Her mother worked hard on the railways from before dawn until after dusk, her Grandmother gave up everything to come and live with them to care for them all when her mother had to go out to work, after the death of her father early in Molly's life.
'Filling every corner of my world was Grannie. From the minute I opened my eyes in the hurley bed in the morning, she tormented me, disciplined me, taught me, laughed at me, loved me, and tied me to her for ever, although I didn’t know it at the time.'
The story is told from the point of view of the child and adolescent Molly, aged 3 to 15, with no attempt to review its stories from adult eyes. Molly's world revolved around the security of her Grandmother, provider of care, understanding, disciple and tough love; warm nourishing food and always a welcoming presence in her home from the moment she opened her eyes to the moment they shut at night, even sharing her small trundle bed during sleep.
'One minute I was drowsily gazing at the gas mantle, blinking my lashes against its soft radiance and making rainbows with my flickering eyelids and its glowing globe, and the next moment it was dark and Grannie was pulling the blankets round her, and easing herself into the hollow in front of me. As I cooried in closer, to keep my share of the bedclothes, she would reach out a hand to push my knees down. ‘Your banes are like sticks,’ she would complain. ‘Streetch them doon noo. They’re that sherp, they’re cuttin’ intae auld Grannie’s back.’ Sleepily, obediently, I would straighten out my legs, and I would drift off with a drowsy smile as I prodded with a small hand my offending knees. How could Grannie think they were sharp enough to hurt her? I wondered. They felt soft and ordinary enough to me.'
Told with sparkling humour and simplicity, the childhood experiences of Molly, her brothers and the tight knit community of children living in the tenements is a joy to read. Although they went without many privileges, the family managed to provide for the necessities and even the occasional holiday or party for an extra special occasion. It was however the stories of the everyday that especially charmed me and made me see again that money cannot buy the kind of happiness that love can provide.
'Grannie meanwhile had been making the porridge, and infusing the tea, and soon we three children were kneeling on the rug with our porridge bowls on top of the long stool which ran the length of the fireplace, the heat from the fire warming our faces and fingers as we supped the good meal. How cosy these winter breakfasts were, for we had all been out of doors to whet our appetites, the boys delivering their milk round, and of course me getting the messages in. I had thought this routine would go on for ever, for I knew no other."
Grannie, the centre of her world, fearsome but loving Grannie, whose tough, independent spirit taught Molly to rise above her pitiful surroundings, work hard and finally achieve her dreams. Molly says her childhood ended on the day her Grannie died. Molly achieved scholarships to attend a university, and then went on to a successful career as an actress, most notably for her role as the long-running (1977–1984) character Hazel the McWitch in the BBC TV series 'Rentaghost'. That was a favourite TV show of mine growing up, full of fun and zany comedy. 'Shoes Were For Sunday', first published in 1970, became a bestseller. Molly went on to publish a number of other autobiographical books, following her rise from the slums to the footlights: 'Best Foot Forward', 'A Toe On The Ladder', 'Stepping into the Spotlight', 'Walking into the Lyon's Den' and 'One Small Footprint'. Molly died in 2004, leaving the proceeds of her estate to the poor and elderly of her beloved Springburn in Glasgow.