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Colin’s Input Dad left out quite a chunk of information here so I have inserted this to help bridge the gap. Anything I have put in is all in Italics. After Dad left the army I’m not sure when exactly, but Dad & Mum went to live in Dover and I...

It was in the town of Dover that I met Joyce. Once I started courting, the restrictions started getting hard, even in my cushy job at the Sergeants mess and found myself put on a charge quite often, having to be confined to barracks, 7 to 14 days at a time....

For the trip to Brentford we would stop off at the workingmen’s cafe for toast and dripping and pint pot of steaming hot tea. Then we would watch the auctioneer, once the selling started. We would come away most times with a different rig or horse. One time we got a...

When I arrived at Waterloo Station, couldn’t find mum so caught the train to Twick. (Twickenham) Had to wait outside the house, popped in to see Ada. Mum turned up a couple of hours later. Dad was with her too. He had come on leave. I didn’t get told off too...

The Rhondda Valley - Wales   We were at the house and in bed soon. The odd thing was that us two kids had to sleep together in a double bed. I’d never had to do that before, I’d always had my own bed, and well it was different. We had...

Richard’s War Years Getting to know a little bit more about what war was all about, seeing the bombing over towards Central London, air raid sirens going. The next-door neighbour had an air raid shelter in the back garden, we would go there and spend most of the night, mum and...

Dad’s Journal. As I think back to my infant days, I remember the deep blue colour of the front window curtains that hung in our council house in Twining Avenue, Twickenham, and ever since that time blue has been a favourite colour for me. Especially the blues we get in the...