Tag Archives: extended family

Ancestry

Last month both Jan and I were invited to my cousin’s and his wife’s fiftieth wedding anniversary. It wasn’t until near the date of the celebration we learned that four of our children(?), their partners and grandchildren were also invited. … Continue reading

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A Holiday Scare

In 1980 my Mum had booked a holiday where we shared the cost of a rented house near Hastings. Dad drove Mum and Auntie Hilda (Mum’s sister) and I followed with Anne, our daughter Rita, my son Terry and Lucky … Continue reading

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Back in time for the family

This past bank holiday weekend, my wife and I went to her sister’s house in Billericay. This time Aunty June came from Wolverhampton, with her two sons Andrew and Michael and their families. June was born in 1926 making her … Continue reading

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Rodin’s the Thinker: or was it called the dreamer

Back in the mid to late 50s, our teachers only addressed us children by our surnames or more usually as ‘You boy’, or, ‘You Girl’. I’m afraid on many occasions I was told “You boy, pay attention and stop your … Continue reading

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The Isle of Wight

Up by six, out by seven A two hour drive South Though the ‘New Forest’ It’s verdant green, still seems pristine Hedge-row flowers Created as nature’s, florist. We meet the others at the ferry The children, bright eyed Impatient to … Continue reading

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A lad who had to grow up fast

Fred Rouse, was a typical Cockney lad. Stroppy at times, a lean, tall, gangling boy. He and my older brother became good friends when they both started senior school together, Queens Head Street School, Islington aged eleven. Over the next … Continue reading

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Different Times

When I was a boy, my two older brothers and Mum & Dad lived in the basement rooms of a large ten roomed Regency terraced house in Gibson Square in Islington. Like hundreds of other families we rented our home, … Continue reading

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My Old Car

In the early 70s I had gone through a particularly difficult divorce when my then wife left me for another woman. I now see that as a positive event (neither of us loved the other) but at the time I … Continue reading

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The Big Plaster

Although childhood memories of the early 50s are fading fast, we should record them for our children to try and understand why we think and do as we do even now. They were the years that shaped us – and … Continue reading

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