When I was 12, a cousin of mine returned home to Birkenhead from India, where he had served in the Army from 1924 until 1932. During his first stroll around the town since leaving, he told me that at times he thought he’d lost his way because so many familiar sights from his boyhood had […]
September 3 1939 is the date usually associated with a start of the Second World War. For me it actually began three days earlier. On that Thursday I was playing outside our florist’s shop in Leytonstone High Road while my mother cleaned the windows. Suddenly I noticed that she was crying, and when I asked […]
As a child of eight I well remember that day in the summer of 1939. On one Sunday a month we used to visit Grandma, who lived in Blackheath. It was a grand family occasion, for she had a large family – five daughters and two sons. All her daughters were married, so they came […]
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