PAUL RAYMOND BEEVERS

I was born January 1944 - a good year - well, it was for me.

I was brought up in a very poor and big family - one of eleven children. My father was always in and out of work, he was best described as a big strong loving and caring man. Christmas time was a complete nightmare for all the family. There were always plenty of people around, giving things to us.

Mother, bless her, did the best she could under the circumstances; she was a very kind caring and inventive minded person with endless patience. To endure child birth every 18 months, a woman with true grit - believe me these qualities were needed. My parents lost a set of twins and a son, Edward. We lived in a small terraced house, two up, two down in Swingate, top end of Kimberly.

We had many happy hours. I recall blowing up pig’s bladders to play football and climbing trees. On one occasion I fell and broke my arm I was only five (no more room at the inn).

On the birth of my second sister, three brothers and I moved to a three bedroom council house. I can remember it well sitting on the back of an open Bexon wagon that dad was driving at the time. This was the house I spent my teenage years in. No rest for mother, I had two more brothers.

My hopes of ever becoming a father let alone a grandfather nearly came to an end when I was out swimming in the big lake from the outcropped coal field. My big brothers friend David Darkin (better known as Didsey) saved me from drowning. He pulled me out, I was unconscious, I only remember darkness and David jumping on my chest. All he could say was he had lost his socks! I saw him forty years later and returned him a pair of socks with a big thank you again for saving my life.

The realisation of leaving school at 15 for good is very hard to put into words, not to go through that daily torment feeling very belittled, not having proper clothes to wear, having to except free school meals, you where called out and made to stand in front of your class mates for not keeping up with the class. In assembly one of the teachers I liked said I was on my way home last week, I saw a few cows crossing the road near the Eel hole farm, Watnall, and one of the cows had six legs! Of course she was referring to me. I worked at the farm whenever I could. I had no qualifications and being dyslexic didn't’t help my career prospects so the only job open to me was farm labouring which I excelled in. What a breath of fresh air working seven days a week and doing something you really liked and getting paid £3.00 a week, I gave my mother a pound spent a pound and saved a pound.

This is where I was to meet and later marry Margaret, my 1st wife of 42 years. Sadly she passed away November 2006. Over the years I have been blessed with 2 sons and 2 daughters: Peter, Paul, Suzanne and Kelly Marie and also 3 Grandsons: Thomas Luke, Robert and Jude.

My inventing stems right back to my childhood, I was determined to make things happen for me in spite of my dyslexia holding me back, as sorting out problems became my forte. As you can see the patents I hold are very diverse, helping to cut out stress and are labour saving.

My long time neighbour and trusted friend Historian writer Rita Grace was the first to try out my patent, a size six 'Beevers Breather' Trainer Shoe, as it was impossible for myself as I take a size twelve. She said to feel the cool air being pumped around the base of my foot as I walk was just incredible, well done.

I have retired now and living in Nuncargate the time has come to put my inventions to the test with the help of my wife Beverley.

I am pleased at this stage you have visited my website. I would like to hear from any interested parties with the view of getting any if my patent inventions to the manufacturing stage. All patents and patent rights are open to discussion. Now back to the drawing board. For sometime now I have been toiling with the concept of inventing some means of bring the noise and stress levels down for domestic pets, especially around bonfire night as I feel sure you will agree that something must be done to alleviate their suffering.