battle of britain class locomotives

'10 February. The Peregrine flew north across the valley. He was half miles away, but I could see the brown and black of his wings, the shining gold of his back. The pale cream of his tail coverts looked like a band of straw twisted across the base of his tail. Thinking he'd return downwind, I went into fields with the river to watch for him. I stood in the lee of the hawthorn hedge, looking through it on the north, sheltered in the bitter wind' TRIVIA: By the age of six, Jackson had been working in a South Carolina textile mill like a clean-up boy. Twelve-hour days were not uncommon being a young teenager, and Joe received little in the form of formal education. Sadly, he never learned to learn or write, and in later years would loose time waiting for teammates to order off the menu after which order for himself by repeating something he'd heard.