OOR WULLIE

I’m not altogether sure what made me think of Oor Wullie. Maybe it was talking about NanaAnne or my side of the family or….something prompted a vivid memory.

Aha. I know. A BWT Urbex video about Abandoned Steel Works.

Grandad George, my step-granddad and the nicest soul I’ve ever met, was horrifically injured in an accident in the Scunthorpe Steel Works when he was in his late 40’s. Molten steel covered his legs and my childhood memories are of him and the district nurse, every day, redressing his wounds…that’d be over 20 years after the accident.

The memory is of me, Grandad and nurse all sat round the dining room table and I’m reading (re-reading) my latest Oor Wullie Annual.

I was 8 years old.

Sheesh. I must’ve sounded really strange to the local kids in a tiny North Lincolnshire village. No wonder they had it IN-FA-MY, Infamy. They’ve all got it in-fa-my…OK. Bad.

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