The Maister
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Jean Borthwick and her brother should have enjoyed a happy childhood, growing up in a village in rural post-war Scotland. Their father was a brilliant and talented schoolteacher who was invariably charming to all who knew him, but at home, behind closed doors, he turned into a tyrannical monster. He would beat both his children mercilessly with a slipper or a belt for the smallest offence, from talking after lights out to looking at him in a funny way. Somehow both Jean and her brother survived their years of terror and torture to become happy and successful adults, but the shadow of those years will never go away. This is Jean’s moving account of a childhood haunted by fear.
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The Maister - Jean Scott Borthwick
The
MAISTER
A family terrorised by a father’s cruelty
Jean Scott Borthwick
Copyright ©2015 by Jean Scott
Smashwords Edition
First published in Great Britain in 2015 by Mereo Books, an imprint of Memoirs Publishing
Jean Scott Borthwick has asserted her right under the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.
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ISBN: 978-1-86151-468-4
In memory of Allan, who showed me I could be healed.
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
CHAPTER ONE
The earliest memory I have is of sailing the seven seas with my baby brother Roly in my arms. Our boat was an old wooden wash tub. I was three years old and Roly about eighteen months.
It seems to me now that the sun always shone back then, and we seemed to spend every day in our boat, laughing. Meanwhile my mother and our neighbour Mrs Calder were doing laundry in the washhouse. They had the door wide open and were talking and laughing and keeping an eye on us in our boat.
Also looking into our back yard was the kitchen window of our neighbour Mrs Gourlay, who had a budgie. We would pick rats’ tails
(weeds) for Joey and hand them over the window sill to Mrs Gourlay. She was the local midwife and layer out
and had remedies for all ills. She was always smiling, as I remember.
My little brother Roly was usually a wriggler and wouldn’t settle for long, but he loved to be in the boat with me and I made up stories about where we were going. He would happily try and repeat what I told him, though nobody could make out what he was saying.
Where will we go today, Roly?
Brrrm brrrm.
Roly didn’t mind where we went. The sun shone on his glorious red hair and it seemed the world was at our feet.
I remember one day we were given an orange to share. An orange! Goodness, we had never seen such a thing. This was 1945 and everything was scarce. How we enjoyed it!
How happy we were, it seems to me now. We didn’t have very much in material terms, but we had our little cottage and we had each other. Sometimes we would have a picnic. This would be out in the country beside a burn. We had a huge pram with space under the mattress for sandwiches and tea. Roly had pride of place under the hood and I sat at his feet.
I learned long after that Mother had managed to get this pram second-hand from a friend who could get anything within reason
, although there were none to be had in the shops. It truly was a monster and took up plenty of space in our kitchen.
You didn’t enquire too closely where things came from,
she said with a smile. You were just grateful to have anything.
It seemed to us that we had everything, then.
* * *
My mother’s mother was raped as a young teenager while she was collecting insurance payments during the Great War. At least, that is all I ever learned about my mother’s beginnings. This was a dreadful disgrace at that time, both for the mother and (so very unfairly) for the child.
My grandmother (I will call her Lizzie) had a brother who worked in a bank in Edinburgh and was married to a primary school teacher. They were childless, though I believe there had been a damaging miscarriage early in their marriage. They took Lizzie in until her baby was born and for a little while after. I am unclear about what arrangements there were, official or otherwise, to take care of the child. My mother always knew who her natural mother was and called her uncle and aunt Muncle and Mantie thereafter.
Whatever was agreed, my mother was brought up in their household. Also in the house, which was quite small, was Mantie’s mother, whom my mother always referred to as M’granny, and who was good to her. In fact I was named after her. Mantie and Muncle appear to have been cold, selfish people who constantly reminded my poor mother how grateful she should be to them.
Lizzie married at the end of the Great War. Long after, I was told that Bill, her husband, brought ten shillings