Författare: Spring Howard Spring

What a place it was, that dark little house that was two rooms up and two down… I don’t remember to this day where we all slept, though there was a funeral now and then to thin us out. This is the …

When they buried the Old Warrior there was only one small wreath to go on the coffin… John Hamer Shawcross never forgot that moment. Hamer Shawcross is born into a poor but aspirational working-cla …