Willenhall, a small West Midlands town sandwiched between its relatively well-known neighbours Wolverhampton and Walsall, might not have had a football team to match Walsall, nor the illustrious Wolves (during the period in question) but it did have its own right to fame, even if it wasn’t appreciated as much as it could have been. […]
High Wycombe as I knew it in the 1930s was a country market town with no theatre but four flourishing cinemas, the smallest of which was the Grand. Despite its name, the Grand had become a flea-pit in the wrong part of town, and although jettisoning its ancient projectors and installing the latest models, it […]
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, […]
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 […]
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