Chapters (73)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- PART THREE
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- PART FIVE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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- About the Publisher
Patrick and Eileen exchanged knowing looks, understanding that he had gone hungry for most of his life. Eileen’s food was simple, even plain, but it was like a feast to him. Her style of cooking became his favourite kind of meal, and for him it surpassed the fancy dishes served to him in the world’s gourmet restaurants later in his life.
At the end of that day, as his aunt sewed by the fire and his Uncle Pat studied the paper, Blackie knew his luck had once again saved him. Here in Leeds was the opportunity he had dreamed of, to work hard and build a new life. In his uncle’s face he saw echoes of his mother’s, and was grateful for the bond that had endured, even after they were separated as children. The love between a brother and sister, two people with the best hearts he knew, was the reason his uncle had offered him a home now. He would always be grateful.
Gratitude and memories of his family were in his heart, but in his mind too was his dream of being a builder one day. And he would make his dream come true. That was a promise to himself – and to his uncle, silently, too. He might not have a mam or da, but he would make his uncle proud.
PART TWO
Dreams Come First
Leeds, England
1903
TWELVE
When Patrick Kennedy stepped out of his house on Town Street, he automatically looked up at the sky as he usually did.
Today he smiled. This was just the kind of weather he loved: a clear blue sky, no clouds and the pristine northern light shining down, with a promise of sunshine later in the day. He’d left Ireland when he was six and he was every inch a proud Yorkshireman now.
There was a spring in his step as he headed up the street, making for Tower Lane. When he came to the corner shop, he went in, greeted Mr Brill behind the counter, picked up the racing paper and the Daily Mail, and paid. Tucking them under his arm, he went out of the shop and continued on up Town Street.
It was Friday 5 June, in the Year of Our Lord 1903. Three years into the brand-new twentieth century, one which had brought with it better days. At least, so far for him and his little family, including Blackie, who had made his home with himself and his wife Eileen for four years now.
It seemed to Patrick that things had never been brighter in the country as a whole. England was at its zenith, the greatest empire in existence, perhaps even the greatest ever. And while London, the capital, was the centre of everything that was exciting, where it was said anything at all could be achieved, Patrick also believed Leeds could lay claim to be the second greatest city in the country.