Bøker av Ray Wooster

Screwing up every ounce of courage that I could muster, I approached the Miller, he was in a dreadful state. In his death agonies he had bled profusely from his nose and mouth. I could not in all conscience leave him in that state. Collecting a bucket of water and some rags, I first closed his sightless staring eyes, then tenderly I began to wash his face. As I washed I talked to him."How now, Master Joseph, this a pretty pass, broken on a wheel, a fitting end for a Saint, but not a Miller. You drank like a Lord, lived like a beggar to what purpose? As you told me so often the Lord moves in mysterious ways his wonders to perform. So it is with your demise, which, I would have not compassed for a King's ransom. Thy death hath restored freedom to my family and lifted the burden of debt from their shoulders. Rest assured Master Joseph, from this day forward until my last breath, I will pray for your immortal soul, as you have neither chick nor child to intercede on your behalf. I pray you Master take this my blessing, rest in peace, unhappy perturbed soul." I blessed him and placed my fingers on his cold lips. Then with light feet and a heavy heart began preparations for my escape from bondage. This book was previously published under the title 'Human Bondage'.

Ray Wooster shares memories of time in Australia travelling in a caravan, house-sitting and work.This is the third of his short recollections of the past:My 30's and 40's ChildhoodAnd the Baby Came TooAustralia: OAP's Gap Year

Ray Wooster shares memories of his early years growing up in Greenford and Northolt, greater London in the 1930s and 1940s. Telling of 'making do', the days before the NHS and being evacuated to relatives in Swansea during the 1939-1942 war provide an insight into another era. These memories, gently expressed, are suitable for readers of all ages.

In September 1940 the Battle of Britain was over. In March 1941 the battle for Britain began when the Germans invaded Kent. There have been many books on the subject, but few from a personal perspective. This is a collation of diaries, discovered in an attic during a house clearance. They were written by Billy Palmer, a boy of fourteen; but not on a daily basis, only when he had spare time. He was one of hundreds of runners who carried messages to and from the front. Inevitably their casualty rate was high. This is Billy's story going through to 1944. The boys escape in 1942, become farmers and experience various other adventures.