Feeling sorry for yourself?
I read this post on a betting forum this morning and if you ever feel down and out, might be a story to remember - xcuse the spelling, the old geezer who typed this is obviously not great on the keyboard:
Damon Runyon said every one in life is 6/4 against. I surpose with betfair gamblers are only 11/8. I will send your thread to Isacc Burslem a Stoke on Trent, miner.born 1860 died 1902. He also didnt get on with his mother and father. All the family had worked on the land in one shape or form,His Grand Father a Farmer,Father a Grave Diggerand now there only son a minor.why they never liked him I have never asked.His pet joke was that the way the family were going they would one day be in Australia.
With hard work Issacc provided for his family a wife and 5 Kids. that was until he broke his back 1/2 a mile bellow the surface.in a Stoke on Trent Mine.For the next 6 years he and his family nealy starved . only his local church kept the family away from the poor house, although he couldnt dig he found that he could keep the local church tidy and went about the task with gusto, he was no dreamer he knew that like a relay runner his duty in life was to just keep the batton from hitting the ground mattered not a great deal how far he was behind every one else just staying in the race would allow one of his kids a chance to gain a little ground. one day.Every night in his little cottage granted him by the minors federation. he would spend reading any old books or a poster that he could pick up in the Church. to to his eldest daughter Lilly who he refered to as his little LASS.
She was bright and was his pride and joy. All sorts of Books were disgaurded in and arround the church yard, one day he came across a ripped book about the Grand National and how this race had made many a poor man rich and rich men poor. He also noticed a cryptic Quote."Every one is Equal on and under the Turf."He kept this little saying and would repeat to all who would listen."Lass every one is equal on the turf and under the turf.and one day you will be equal."The area of Burslam had become very prosperous during this period making earthenware and a few of his Kids began to work in some form at the local works.but not LASS she was to become a school teacher.
One of the local dignitaries a very wealthy land owner, called Read. must have felt sorry for Isacc because he would help him out financially in exchange for a little extra care for his family plot. three generations in a prominant position. I guess he was making sure also that his standing and that of his family was established with the best kept. graves.in Bursham Church yard.In 1901 Mr Read passed away leaving Issacc in his will a small amount of cash and a lovely Bursham Plate depicting HRH The Prince of Wales. arround the rim was a horse called Ambush 11. the winner.This present held pride of place in the little cottage. What wasnt known to anyone not even LASS was that Issacc had been receiving a little cash from the land owner.who was also a Gambler.and loved to chat about his wins.Issacc had kept a little of these hand outs safe under his bed.
No one will ever know what caused Issacc to do what he did on March 1902.For he had never been a gambler.Wether it was the plate depicting the Grand National or the old saying about all gods creatures being level on and under the turf.we may never know.It may have been his long chats with Mr Read that seemed exiting.Truth is that the day before the big race after kissing his daughter Lass and his wife as they slept. he began the walk from his little home at Burslam to Stoke.And by train to Liverpool.He arrived with planty of time to spare and took in all the sites of the great race. Out of his poacket he took 4 white fivers. and after studing all the Bookmakers he confidantly gave it to Bill Spanch from Stafford. £20 at 20/1 he remembered the Bookmaker calling out £420 if the LASS wins. The Lass was that the clue had he decided by some fate or dream he had had that this years Grand National winner would be Shannon Lass.I doubt we will ever know. was it that a man with no hope of ever reaching any of his goals. had taken one almighty gamble. on a horse that reminded him of his loving daughter.
There is no nead to elaberate on the race itself. with Issacc standing in front of his Bookmaker Shannon Lass won by 3 lenths.It was minites before Issacc pulled himself together but he was still shaking when he saw the amount of punters congragating in front of the Bookmakers joint.Not being the strongest individual with his bad back he found himself being pushed and shoved and still not getting any closer to the front.It was then that he noticed the fighting.WE WANT OUR MONEY came a cryFollowed by YOU ARE A WELCHER what had happened there was scores of people all confronting this Bookmaker the one who had taken Issacs wager.I have no money my staff have robbed me of it all.
Issacc by now was in the front in fact he was holding onto this man. who was being pushed and shoved and beaton.Next to the Bookmaker was a very large man. his face showing signes of many such encounters scars running along both cheeks. in his hand Issacc noticed he had a knife. At that moment there was a great surge with scores of people pushing forward.Issacc fell in a heap on top of the Puglist. It was some time before the scene was cleared as Issacc rose to his feet there remained only one person still down and that was the scare faced villan.He was on his back and an 8 inch blade protruding from his neck.He was dead alright. Bllod everywere most of it on Issacc.
Thats him shouted the Bookmaker pionting.There was already 2 policemen at hand and it wasnt long before Issacc was battened to the ground.The charges and the case was held at Chester Assizes.The verdict GUILTY of MURDER.even LASS wasnt present when he was hung by his kneck until he was dead.his body didnt even get back to the lovely well kept Burshal Church yard.It would take another generation before his grand child Arther Bursham the son of a scool teacher became a Land Owner .he could never have acheived that without Issacc holding firmly onto the family Batton.So dont feel sorry for yourself - it could always be worse.
Damon Runyon said every one in life is 6/4 against. I surpose with betfair gamblers are only 11/8. I will send your thread to Isacc Burslem a Stoke on Trent, miner.born 1860 died 1902. He also didnt get on with his mother and father. All the family had worked on the land in one shape or form,His Grand Father a Farmer,Father a Grave Diggerand now there only son a minor.why they never liked him I have never asked.His pet joke was that the way the family were going they would one day be in Australia.
With hard work Issacc provided for his family a wife and 5 Kids. that was until he broke his back 1/2 a mile bellow the surface.in a Stoke on Trent Mine.For the next 6 years he and his family nealy starved . only his local church kept the family away from the poor house, although he couldnt dig he found that he could keep the local church tidy and went about the task with gusto, he was no dreamer he knew that like a relay runner his duty in life was to just keep the batton from hitting the ground mattered not a great deal how far he was behind every one else just staying in the race would allow one of his kids a chance to gain a little ground. one day.Every night in his little cottage granted him by the minors federation. he would spend reading any old books or a poster that he could pick up in the Church. to to his eldest daughter Lilly who he refered to as his little LASS.
She was bright and was his pride and joy. All sorts of Books were disgaurded in and arround the church yard, one day he came across a ripped book about the Grand National and how this race had made many a poor man rich and rich men poor. He also noticed a cryptic Quote."Every one is Equal on and under the Turf."He kept this little saying and would repeat to all who would listen."Lass every one is equal on the turf and under the turf.and one day you will be equal."The area of Burslam had become very prosperous during this period making earthenware and a few of his Kids began to work in some form at the local works.but not LASS she was to become a school teacher.
One of the local dignitaries a very wealthy land owner, called Read. must have felt sorry for Isacc because he would help him out financially in exchange for a little extra care for his family plot. three generations in a prominant position. I guess he was making sure also that his standing and that of his family was established with the best kept. graves.in Bursham Church yard.In 1901 Mr Read passed away leaving Issacc in his will a small amount of cash and a lovely Bursham Plate depicting HRH The Prince of Wales. arround the rim was a horse called Ambush 11. the winner.This present held pride of place in the little cottage. What wasnt known to anyone not even LASS was that Issacc had been receiving a little cash from the land owner.who was also a Gambler.and loved to chat about his wins.Issacc had kept a little of these hand outs safe under his bed.
No one will ever know what caused Issacc to do what he did on March 1902.For he had never been a gambler.Wether it was the plate depicting the Grand National or the old saying about all gods creatures being level on and under the turf.we may never know.It may have been his long chats with Mr Read that seemed exiting.Truth is that the day before the big race after kissing his daughter Lass and his wife as they slept. he began the walk from his little home at Burslam to Stoke.And by train to Liverpool.He arrived with planty of time to spare and took in all the sites of the great race. Out of his poacket he took 4 white fivers. and after studing all the Bookmakers he confidantly gave it to Bill Spanch from Stafford. £20 at 20/1 he remembered the Bookmaker calling out £420 if the LASS wins. The Lass was that the clue had he decided by some fate or dream he had had that this years Grand National winner would be Shannon Lass.I doubt we will ever know. was it that a man with no hope of ever reaching any of his goals. had taken one almighty gamble. on a horse that reminded him of his loving daughter.
There is no nead to elaberate on the race itself. with Issacc standing in front of his Bookmaker Shannon Lass won by 3 lenths.It was minites before Issacc pulled himself together but he was still shaking when he saw the amount of punters congragating in front of the Bookmakers joint.Not being the strongest individual with his bad back he found himself being pushed and shoved and still not getting any closer to the front.It was then that he noticed the fighting.WE WANT OUR MONEY came a cryFollowed by YOU ARE A WELCHER what had happened there was scores of people all confronting this Bookmaker the one who had taken Issacs wager.I have no money my staff have robbed me of it all.
Issacc by now was in the front in fact he was holding onto this man. who was being pushed and shoved and beaton.Next to the Bookmaker was a very large man. his face showing signes of many such encounters scars running along both cheeks. in his hand Issacc noticed he had a knife. At that moment there was a great surge with scores of people pushing forward.Issacc fell in a heap on top of the Puglist. It was some time before the scene was cleared as Issacc rose to his feet there remained only one person still down and that was the scare faced villan.He was on his back and an 8 inch blade protruding from his neck.He was dead alright. Bllod everywere most of it on Issacc.
Thats him shouted the Bookmaker pionting.There was already 2 policemen at hand and it wasnt long before Issacc was battened to the ground.The charges and the case was held at Chester Assizes.The verdict GUILTY of MURDER.even LASS wasnt present when he was hung by his kneck until he was dead.his body didnt even get back to the lovely well kept Burshal Church yard.It would take another generation before his grand child Arther Bursham the son of a scool teacher became a Land Owner .he could never have acheived that without Issacc holding firmly onto the family Batton.So dont feel sorry for yourself - it could always be worse.
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