Memory
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As a family I don’t think we ever went to the cottage on our own. Holidays were always shared with uncles, aunts and cousins on Mum’s side, either Emlyn. Lu and cousins Alan and Grahame, or Uncle Geoff, Auntie Molly, Peter and Pam. Nana, of course, was usually there as well. One of the very…
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The We Three Loggerheads is a historic inn in the picturesque Alyn valley, on the road between Mold, the county town of Flintshire, and Ruthin in Denbighshire. The inn sign as I remembered it from childhood featured the faces of three grumpy farmers, each turned away from the others (its modern replacement has lost one…
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Moel Famau was a very popular outing for cub packs; Dad was Akela of the 33rd Wavertree cub pack in the fifties and I think we went at least once a year from 1954 to 1957, and quite a few times with the Scouts after that. So many times in fact that it’s impossible to…
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A Hollytree Christmas Coming from a small Liverpool/Welsh family that grew up in Wavertree, Mum was always close to her two older brothers and by the start of the 1950s none of the family had moved more than a few miles from their terraced home in Fallowfield Road. Each of the Davies siblings (Emlyn, Geoff…
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Yorkshire Tea The memory snippets fortuitously preserved from childhood can be subconsciously woven by your brain into a story that makes perfect sense. But it can be a story that is quite simply, and spectacularly, wrong. Here’s an example. My Dad’s younger brother Malcolm got married between January and March 1952, and Mum, Dad, Ian…
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I think we must have been in Cornwall for a fortnight considering how many trips and visits we packed in while we were there. Porthpean beach was nearest, and we also went to Newquay (where I was knocked over by one of its famed breakers which probably contributed to my lifelong “respect” for the sea)…
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It must have been an early start from Cheltenham bus depot but I don’t recall anything except feeling somewhat coach-sick as we approached Weston-super-Mare, another town I’d never heard of but whose name fascinated me. Was it really going to be super? As my only recollection of the place now is the white tiled toilets…
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A very early morning start for the four of us with suitcases and other luggage. We must have taken a taxi from Rudston Road to Edge Lane Bus station, from where long distance coaches ran, because there was no direct bus from our nearest bus stop in Childwall Valley Road. The coach we boarded picked…
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Of the remainder of Coronation Day, my memories are very patchy. It was a very long day for a seven year old, and we must have divided our time between watching the TV, eating our coronation tea, and playing games in the garden. I can recall very little of the ceremony in Westminster Abbey, or…
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The fragments of memories from childhood can rarely be dated accurately. There’s one exception though: June 2nd, 1953, the day of Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation. I was nearly seven and a half years old, and in my second year at Rudston Infants School in Liverpool. I must have been at school a year when the…
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