I was not yet finished with personal injury.
One day when younger I was in the Town Hall Square when I saw a Post Office van arrive to pick up bags of mail.
Thinking this was of interest I dashed across the road but didn't make it being struck by a cyclist coming down the High Street at a fair lick.
I got up and ran off home through Rufford entering by the cellar not wanting to confess to Mam what had occurred.
She obviously heard me enter and because of my non appearance came down and saw a huge bump on my forehead.
Feeling guilty I said I had fallen running up the hill, of course she did not believe me upon which I confessed and was again whisked off to the doctor where I had the painful experience of having it lanced.
I believe the unfortunate cyclist broke his arm.
Yet another accident happened which fortunately did not end up in injury this was when Dad had made me a pair of stilts with stands about a foot high.
I went to try them out on a patch of concrete outside the living room window.
I think he must have regretted his generosity as I overbalanced the top of the stilt going through the window which he had to replace.
We received pocket money but I was always on the look out for a bit of extra cash.
When Dad was doing a bit of building work for which he needed sand for cement, this was an opportunity when I repaired to the fields where there was plenty of sandstone pieces lying around.
These were smashed on a concrete block in the field for which I earned a halfpenny per bucketful - slave labour!
Eventually I was trusted to go shopping, I did not require payment for this but did get the odd penny from Mam.
Most items were bought from Yeadon Co-op which occupied the building on the Town Hall Square which is now the Library.
Upon entry one saw two long counters to the left and right each being divided into two parts which held different types of commodity.
At each counter was a male assistant ready to serve the customer, all wore a white apron.
Mam wrote in a notebook what goods she required and I would present this at one of the counters and the goods would then be placed in my basket.
At the end the whole would be totaled and I would quote the Co-op number which I remember to this day.
I do not know whether I paid there and then or if it was on temporary 'tick' but the main reason for shopping with them was the 'divvy'
Another shopping trip was to the butcher, Harry Shuttleworth, in Ivegate who I bring to mind as a large, hearty man.
Usually I would be going there for bones for our pet dog but it could also be for pr-ordered meat.
To get there I would take the short cut through the back of Harper Terrace, it must have saved all of 50 yards!
By this time I would be allowed to roam at will wherever I wanted and Kath often went with me under my protection.
It was common practice particularly at holiday times for kids to go off wandering to return only for meals.
This 'putting out' was done by all people I think to get us out from under the feet and it also applied to dogs which were also free to roam.
I'm pretty sure our dog 'Ruff' had a penchant for chasing motor-bikes since he came home one day, lay down, and a huge deep cut in his back opened up.
I don't know whether there was a vet in the vicinity but it would have been too expensive to visit so Dad, as many others would, took him along to Dooley (never Mr.).
He was the local blacksmith with a forge behind the Clothiers Arms.
He was much respected for his sideline and knowledge of animal medicine but I remember him as a very taciturn man who spoke in single syllables.
I loved to go there to watch him shoeing horses, some of them being great big shire horses which he handled with ease though a very small man.
The smell of that operation still lingers in my memory.
Back to the wandering Ruff.
One day he was brought home by a workmate of Dads who recognized him as our dog.
Being a retriever cross he loved getting into water and had apparently entered Green Lane mill dam and swum to the other side where there was a concrete ramp which he could not climb.
He had scratched and scratched so that when he was found he was totally exhausted with his pads almost worn away and bleeding heavily.
However, back to our wanderings, where did we go or more correctly where didn't we go.
A trip with our parents in early days, being tackled later on our own, was to Otley Chevin which was approached from the back of St Andrews church and over The Banks.
We crossed a little stream where there was an abundant supply of watercress from which we would gather a bunch on the way home.
Tea and 'pop' could be obtained at Jenny's Cottage at Surprise View, on rare occasions we would be taken to the Royalty Inn.
Sometimes we would walk over Guiseley fields via Kirk Lane Park, the fields are now completely built over by Queensway.
This was a kind of pleasure visit since I had a Great Aunt living in Town Street who not only had a parrot but a selection of Kaleidoscopes.