More Ramblings……

anonymous November 1, 2011
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It was whilst we were still living in our second home, that I discovered that I had an entrepreneurial streak. Living in a large seaport, there was always a plentiful supply of American comic-books, passed to me by friends and family. I loved them with a passion. Superman, Superboy, Green Lantern…..you name it, I had it. After awhile, I had accumulated so many that an ultimatum was handed down…….tidy them up, or lose them! So, I came up with a cunning plan.

Down in the middle of town, there was a large indoor market selling every commodity that you could think of. It was like an Aladdin’s cave to a 9 year-old boy. Just inside the doors at one end, there was a stall that bought and sold books and comics. So, Saturday mornings saw our hero, laden down with several bags full of comic-books, heading for the market. The old woman that ran the stall (I say old, she was probably only in her 40’s, but at 9 years old, anyone over 18 was ancient) must have taken a shine to me, because she always gave me a good deal. With the money, I bought more comic-books (which slightly defeated the object) and had enough left over for chocolate and a game of some sort. And of course I always bought something for mom, just to keep her sweet lol.

Of course, after awhile my supply started to dwindle. So a new plan had to be set in motion to keep me living the high-life. Back in those days, when people put out the trash for collection, they always bundled the papers up separately, and placed them on top of the bins (an early form of recycling). So, to my way of thinking, any comics that were in amongst the papers were fair game (in fact, some kind souls used to bundle up the comics separately anyway). Just before collection day, I could be found surreptitiously going round lifting these parcels, taking out the comics then replacing the remainder from whence it came. Back to the market I would go; more money, more chocolate, more games equaled a happy me.

This continued for a further 3 years, until our next house move made it uneconomical for me to travel the extra distance to the market. Otherwise, who knows? I could have given Richard Branson a run for his money lol.

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  3. marie41-2 November 1, 2011

    Loved reading this and can just picture you going to the market with all you comic books and coming back home with new ones . My husband’s grandfather owned a junk business behind his house in Pa. and my husband as a little boy would take his wagon down there and bring comic books home and other things one of which is a cast iron bull dog which I have that sits up against my door here in the den. So your story made me think of when my husband as a little boy and did the same thing you did as a child growing up in England.

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