How can you ever hope to become a well-adjusted adult when your only role models are violent, bullying teachers?
The Days That Don’t Disappear is a true story set during the 1970s in a Scottish, Catholic primary school.
This is the first-hand tale of four years of violent bullying towards children, not from other children, but from school teachers who were in a position of trust. An honest account of a less than idyllic childhood and a story of growing up and learning what life can really be like if you happen to be unfortunate enough.
“She was in her mid-forties. Tall, maybe six foot, or maybe she just seemed taller to me back then. She had a mass of curly black and grey hair along with the most sunken-in, dark-ringed eyes I had ever seen. It was the same pattern as before. Belt every day, hair pulling, screaming fits and the day she slammed my head into the desk that was it, that was enough, this was the day my inexplicable illness began.”
“Day after day, month after month, continual fear, wondering which way she was going to blow next and what little thing would kick off her volatile temper. I was given the belt nearly every other day for something or other and I simply came to expect it. Get a question wrong or miss church on Sunday with the rest of the class and her best friend would be out of the drawer. That piece of brown leather, half an inch thick, two inches wide and a foot long. She would raise it high above her head then bring it down sharply over your outstretched palm.”
She tells of their travel by rail from Frankfurt, Germany, with a day’s stopover in Rome, Italy, and along the coast of Greece to Athens; then by air they are off to Cairo.
After a few days in that ancient city they rent a car to begin a trip south through small towns along the Nile River to Luxor. The Karnak Temple has stood there for over a thousand years and its ruins are spectacular, as is the light show that reflects into a lake. One day they ride to the sweltering Valley of the Queens, and the next day into the Valley of the Kings—on stubborn little (sure-footed?) donkeys. Their luxurious Winter Palace Hotel is all but empty in the over 100 degrees of August, and consequently they are catered to like VIPs!
The Egyptian people are welcoming, and their warmth and interest in knowing Americans is obvious in how they name themselves and their camels after our famous people!
This is a book adults and young people will enjoy.