I was six years old when I first encountered the Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway system; I was lucky enough to go every year as a home kid looked after by the North Middlesex Children’s Homes, (6/8 Prout Grove, Neasden). I stayed at Dymchurch Holiday Camp and still have fond memories of those holidays – to […]
I RECALL my father telling me about an event regarding my maternal grandfather’s car. Probably in 1938, while driving, my grandfather was negotiating a slight hairpin bend in my home town of Dalton-in-Furness. As he did so he brushed against a child, knocking the little one over but not causing any injury. This upset my […]
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 […]
Mother stood back, lips pursed, hands on hips as she surveyed father’s latest mode of transport. “Get to where on that contraption – Blackpool did you say? Lucky if we get to the end of the road!” I was aged about six, and could hardly see over the ‘contraption’, which was a gleaming green and […]
In 1937 my parents moved to Swindon from Luton when there was a slump in the straw hat trade. My father had managed a Singer Sewing Machine shop in Luton, and all the ‘home-workers’ who had been buying sewing machines and electric motors on hire-purchase returned them when the slump came, father’s income depended on […]
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