Reading through Best of British I chuckle to see that most readers’ memories of childhood are so golden and carefree. While this may be basically correct, I’m sure there are some recollections that are not, so let’s try and redress the subject. Perhaps top of the list of loathings was the weekly Friday dose of […]
We often slept under the dining room table when I was a child. The Second World War was at its height and my parents thought that was the safest place to be during an air raid. At the first sound of the sirens they would each grab one of us and dive under the table, […]
In the 1930s we were members of our village church choir. There was no question then of the modern car jaunt to the seaside because money didn’t run to it and, anyhow, our lifestyle was different. Our domain was the vestry and the choir stalls. In the former we congregated and got ready – a […]
After leaving school in 1943, I was apprenticed to my uncle, the proprietor of a ladies and gentlemen’s’ hairdressing salon in London’s Piccadilly Hotel. For my starting wage of 2/6d per week, my many duties included manicuring (both ladies and gents); shampooing (ladies only) and assisting the ladies’ hairdressers in pin-curling – an obsolete method […]
I found myself alone in a crowd. It was late November, 1943. I don’t remember the exact date but will never be able to forget the experience. I was making my first ever visit to war-time London. It was cold and misty and I was feeling very apprehensive. Everything was in sharp contrast. I had […]
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